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Goodnight, Irene
03:44
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Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
Sometimes I live in the country
Sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I have a great notion
To jump into the river and drown
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
I asked your mother for you
She told me you was too young
I wished to God I'd never seen your face
I's sorry you ever was born
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
I love Irene, God knows I do
I'll love her till the seas run dry
And if Irene turns her back on me
I'd take morphine and die
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
You cause me to weep, you cause me to mourn
You cause me to leave my home
But the very last words I heard her say
Was "Please sing me one more song"
Irene goodnight, Irene goodnight
Goodnight Irene, goodnight Irene
I'll see you in my dreams
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You don't know what you're doing
So why not put the gun down?
I can see from here the safety's on
It won't do any good anyhow
How'd we get here anyway?
Was it something I said?
Did you not like the look in my eye when I joked
That we'd be better off dead
It wasn't something I meant
At least not consciously
I know I have a history of violence but
I'd never put at risk you and me
If it's something you want
Let's talk about it
If it's something you need
We'll get around it
If it's something you want
Let's talk about it
We could dance to the death
Or dance around it
If it's something you want
You don't know what you're doing
Are you having second thoughts?
It's never good to show your weakness off
Even when you're holding the gun
No I'm not taking this lightly
It's just you're cute when you're mad
This is a strange situation here and I'm still
Willing to hold your hand
And like I said that safety's on
Just flip the switch on the side
Now hold it high, steady and true
Let's get this finished tonight
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4. |
Rashomon
05:36
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Overhead fluorescent lights
Always give me a headache
The sterile white walls of this room
Are only making it worse
I used to proudly sing
“I don’t wanna die in this hospital”
Now I might just give anything
To fucking die in this hospital
I can’t move now
I’m mainlining morphine
And huffing oxygen
Not even sure that I can breathe on my own
Much less flip the switch
I overheard that my abdominal wall
Was fairly ripped to shreds
You could have put one straight through the heart
If you just did like I said
My only comfort is a little red button
I push for when the pain’s bad
And the glow from old movies on TV
All black and white and sad
The only window in this room is that screen
Outside are Hitchcock and Goddard
Fritz Lang is beckoning me
Through marathons of film noir
After a few says come the formal questions
Like “Was it an accident?”
Explanations of domestic dispute
Without mortal intent
No, I’m not gonna press any charges
Wouldn't want you offered parole
Like Kurosawa samurai
I’m gonna serve this dish cold
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5. |
3 Day Waiting Period
01:59
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You know what they say about the road to recovery
It's never quite as long as long as you've got something to seek
Well all this time I've been thinking about you and me
Your bright blue eyes, your long hair, and your blood is all I see
On this calendar they gave me with its pictures of flowers
I've been marking boxes, I've been counting the hours
I rip the pages free while watching Westerns in the dark
My favorite shots are the close ups of John Wayne's sidearm
So in no more than a month they say I'll be getting out of here
And just 3 days after that I'm coming to find you, my dear
Well I'm sure you took the Smith & Wesson when they set you free
And that's okay cause background checks have never been a problem for me
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Could have called this song
"Going to Alabama"
But nobody wants to go
to Alabama
Except for you
See, I remembered
That you have family
Somewhere in Alabama
I have two steady hands
And a heart made of stone
And a 1967 Colt .45
And I know how to use it
And I'm coming for you
As I recall
I think you mentioned
An old plantation
Outside of Muscle Shoals
Something family owned
Outside of Muscle Shoals
Now I'm heading down
That long highway of
All those famous songs
And I'm coming for you
Like in those old folk songs
In Alabama
Outside of Muscle Shoals
I'm coming for you
In Alabama
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My tender parents brought me up
Provided for me well
Twas in the city of Lanson Town
They placed me in a mill
It was there I spied a pretty fair miss
On whom I cast my eye
I asked her if she'd marry me
And she believed a lie
Three weeks ago last Saturday night
Of course it was the day
The devil put it in my mind
To take her life away
I went into her sisters house
At eight o'clock one night
But little did the sister ? think
On her I had my spite
I asked her if she'd take a walk
With me a little ways
That she and I might have a talk
About our wedding day
We walked along until we came
To my little desert place
I grabbed a stick off of the fence
And struck her in the face
I run my fingers through her coal black hair
To cover up my sin
I drug her to the river side
And there I plunged her in
I started back unto my mill
I met my servant John
He asked me why I was so pale
And it so very warm
Come all young men and warning take
Unto your lovers be true
And never let the devil get
The upper hand of you
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50 miles southwest of our empty, unhappy home
Traffic's still on the Capital Beltway as the radio is droning on
With noxiously infectious pop songs that will play all summer long
And I imagine you on the front porch of a big family owned mansion
Listening to some old records you found while you were bored and rummaging through the attic
John Prine and Marty Robbins, the Man in Black and Ralph Stanley
And over and over plays "Wildwood Flower" by the bittersweet Carter Family
But folks songs can't save you
Believe me, I have tried
There's no South deep enough
There's no place you can hide
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9. |
Stranger Comes to Town
02:58
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Like the ranger riding into town for Texas Red
I showed up early, I didn't raise my head
I asked around, but not directly about you
Like, "Hey buddy, what's a tourist to do?
Well, all those restaurants sure sound nice
And I'll be sure to check out Fame studios twice
But I was thinking a little deeper into history
Like are there any antebellum plantations I could see
That's right I'm a mid-19th century buff
Abolition, Civil War, and all that stuff
So, sir, while I've still got your attention
Could you mark on this map those places you mentioned?
Well, don't you worry 'bout private property
Swear I'm as respectful as they come, you see
I'll just get close enough to peer
I'll be so quick and quiet no one will hear"
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There you are in the window of the big house
At the center of this plantation
Where nothing grows anymore
And you see me pulling up the driveway
'Cause you probably heard me pulling up the driveway
And you look scared
I can see that from here
And you disappear
As I start up the front steps
And this is the first conversation
Of many conversations
That I will have through doors
So this is your old family home? You were right
It's painfully beautiful here
No, I won't go away
I came a long way for you dear
This is the last time I'll say it
Now I am coming in
I'm coming in
And this is the last conversation
That we will ever have
Listen to me now
I love you more than life itself
And I am coming through this door
This isn't petty revenge
It's a shared experience
Of a belly full of lead
Reaching for your head
As you run out that door
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There sure are a lot of willow trees
In the deep deep south
Makes it harder to find you
As I'm hunting you down
Should have done this in the daylight
But I wanted the effect
Of blood spilt in the moonshine
A deep, dark, glistening red
The air here's like a hammer
Driving heat to the bone
As I'm stabbing sharply through branches
Behind your hideaway home
Come out from wherever you are
I'll give you 'til the count of 3
Then I'm covering every weeping branch
In bitter ultra grade gasoline
1,2,3
The better to see you now
The fire looks bright in your eyes
Or is it just the reflection
Of these trees as they die
Do you have any last words?
You can speak them while I reload
Don't you worry, sweetheart
I brought enough for us both
This is how I always
Want to remember your face
So serene and peaceful
In the light of this place
I know I said I'd follow
But I'm having second thoughts
I don't think it's a weakness
It's just this thing has gone cold
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12. |
O! Death
04:15
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O, Death
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am Death, none can excel
I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell
Whoa, Death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you can't walk
I'll lock your jaw til you can't talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very hour, come and go with me
I'm Death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over 'til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin' upon my soul
Oh, Death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh Death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
The old, the young, the rich or poor
All alike to me you know
No wealth, no land, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Won't you spare me over til another year
Won't you spare me over til another year
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When the sheriff came to my motel door
He said, "I know who you are son, now get on the floor.
Hands behind your back, I'm taking you in.
In my county you don't get away with that shit."
So there I was with a big decision to make
And a bathroom window too small for escape
Do I lay it down, give it up, and concede
Or do I darken these chambers and make this hourly room the last thing I ever see?
Through the door I heard him say, "I'll give you til three.
Just do as I say and this'll go easy."
My nervous thumbs pulled back on the Colt 45
Then I shouted out "You'll never take me alive."
With a heavy sigh he said, "Have it your way.
Didn't take you for one to die a cliche."
As he counted down I steadied the gun
And at the moment the door kicked open the Final Rights were on the tip of my tongue
Death comes to Muscle Shoals
He didn't have far to go
In 20 years they'll call this poetry
I'll be labeled an outlaw wild and free
Just like John Dillinger I'll go down in history
And in all the text books your picture will be right next to me
Death comes to Muscle Shoals
He didn't have far to go
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14. |
Prologue: a Toast
03:17
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The first thing that I ever said to you
Was "I'm nervous"
You said "Don't be"
I said I couldn't help it
You're just so goddamn pretty
And you blushed
And the color in your cheeks
Matched the color in my cheeks
The same hue
That's when I knew
That I'd marry you
And baby it's not been easy
But I wouldn't trade it for anything
All the rough times
And the long fights
Because now we've got these rings
So everyone please stand up
And hold your forks and glasses high
And join me as I toast
My beautiful new wife
Here's to you
And our long and happy life
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