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Maggie's Hearse
02:51
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Maggies Grandpa owned a cart with looking glass sides
a black horse he used to pull but never would ride
he's say some things are sacrosanct and set in stone
you have a little time here you can rent but never own
The black cart and the band round his arm
were silent as they moved through the town
a ripple on an obsidian pond
it's still moving now that Grandpa's gone
Maggies dad didn't want to own the charade
of keeping up appearance but bills had to be paid
and things got easier when the gasoline came
and spoke wheels were traded for sidewalls
and Maggie took over the phone calls
Maggies hearse saw days go from bad to worse
carrying soldiers to pastures on the outskirts
of our town we'd watch her roll through the red lights
funeral flags on her fenders
life isn't yours it's just a lender
Her black cars and her driving gloves
good head for business but no time for love
the sign says McPherson and Sons
but she never married so there never was one
Maggie's hearse saw days come and days pass
it rotted her frame and it shattered her glass
in the salt and the rain even misery don't last
like youth spent you never get back
The black car and the band round my arm
Maggie's hearse in the weeds in the lawn
any fear I ever had of her is gone
she's rusting away as Maggie moves on
Maggies Grandpa owned a cart with looking glass sides
a black horse he used to pull but never would ride
he's say some things are sacrosanct and set in stone
you have a little time here you can rent but never own
you have a little time here...
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2. |
13 Roses
03:16
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He gave her 13 blood red roses
and he left her staring blind
He gave her 13 blood red roses
and a box of yellow pine
oh he loved her the best he was able
for a monster that's a lot
oh he loved her the best he was able
thought he could save her he could not
He used to watch her from a distance
as she gardened in the yard
she looked so kind and he thought she'd listen
the night he took her, she would not
oh he loved her the best he was able
for she was fragile he was strong
oh he loved her the best he was able
thought she'd love him he was wrong
He gave her 13 blood red roses
and he left her staring blind
He gave her 13 blood red roses
and a box of yellow pine
he's alone now and he's so lonely
but he's only killing time
he's been watching a woman hanging
out her laundry on the line
oh he loves her the best he is able
from a distance in disquise
oh he loves her the best he is able
maybe he'll save her this time
or give her 13 blood red roses
and leave her staring blind
He'll give her 13 blood red roses
and a box of yellow pine
oh but he loves her the best he is able
for a monster that's a lot
oh but he loves her the best he's able
maybe he'll save her but probably not
13 roses and a box
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3. |
The Void
02:54
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If there's a great beyond, well I don't know
where we end up where we go
is there a heaven up above
a fire down below
is there anything at all
after the curtain call
For Shakespear life's a play
an Ahab chased the whale until the whale took him away
to a watery grave benieth the ocean waves
did it make him whole again?
or did he fade away
no one knows what happened to Poe
the days before he died
found on the streets of Baltimore
with madness in his eyes
wearing some strangers clothes
mind broke like a toy
maybe he just lost his way
staring at the Void
if there's a God well I can't see
if He's real or just the mystery
of how we put together faces out of weather
like Jesus in a stain
maybe we're all insane
No one knows what happened to Poe
the days they couldn't find him
maybe he was following a love he'd left behind him
pareidolia pictures from a girl who life destroyed
maybe he just lost his way
staring at the Void
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4. |
Eating Ashes
02:24
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Look at me I've been eating ashes
they taste so sweet like cinnamon
and on my tongue they leave
sugar dashes
everything I thought but never did
and white stains where I have lain
once the boatman has been paid
there's never any going back
a one way trip on the River Styx
and I've been eating ash
Look at me I've been biting dust
it tastes so sharp of memories
and on my lips it leaves
a bitter kiss
of everything they meant to me
an red dust just like rust
hollows out a hole in us
of time we won't get back
broken glass
a one way pass
and I'll be eating ash
there's no time to change your mind
you pay the rivers fine
a copper coin or a silver flash
you can't get back from the river black
so you travel eating ash
Look at me I've been eating ashes
they taste so sweet like cinnamon
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5. |
Bring Out Your Dead
02:52
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As I was walking the dark street of London
in a fog I wandered alone
I heard a rattle that came up behind me
and froze my flesh to the bone
there came a wagon with two black horses
and one lonely drive atop
and "Bring out your dead" was all that he said
and rattled away in the dark
there was a black band on his sleeve
a sure symbol of grief
and "Bring out your dead" was all that he said
but there haven't been wagons in centuries
As I was standing my mouth hung open
wondering if I'd gone spare
he stopped the wagon a few yards afore me
and turned to look back with a stare
his eyes were empty as two deep canyons
and black as the pit of the night
and "Bring out your dead" was all that he said
and I found my feet and took flight
he had a black cap and a whip
I prayed that I wouldn't slip
I could hear the wheel it was right on my heel
but I never looked back at it
Now if you go out walking on the streets of London
after the lights are all out
if you hear a rattle then just start a-runnin'
unless you have dead to bring out
there was a black band on his sleeve
a sure symbol of grief
and "Bring out your dead" was all that he said
but there haven't been wagons in centuries
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6. |
Friday 13th
03:10
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It's early in the morning
she's up on her feet
it's Friday the 13th
but she doesn't believe
she's not superstitious
she doesn't need
anyones prayers
she washes her face
in a mirror that's cracked
she closes the door
and doesn't look back
she's been shattered before
like the medicine chest
time doesn't heal
like the drugs it holds
that's just something we say
something we're told
it's early in the morning
she's headed out
she steps on the cracks
she won't go around
the ladders that climb
up the sides of her town
she passes through
it's not like you
expect the worst
the universe
is listening
and as the ladder crashes
a man advances
and catches her
before she falls
and for a moment
they sway together
she hears him say
"this could be a lucky day"
it's early in the morning
he's up on his feet
she kisses him then she
watches him leave
she's not superstitious
she doesn't believe
in love at first sight
that might be alright
for the young and naive
but she doesn't need
Friday 13th
Friday 13th
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7. |
Dark Carnival
02:43
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Dark Carnival
Life is a dark carnival
Rusted games and broken lights
Love is the path through it
Broken glass and torn tights
We are, we were, we’ll be again
Broken down to dust and sand
It ends and it begins again
We turn around
Like painted clowns
In a dark carnival
Love is a fleeting moment
A dizzy midway right
And pain is
The price we pay for being thrown so high
We are, we were, we’ll be again
Tossed aloft to fall back when
We reach the apex and descend
We all fall down
Like painted clowns
In the dark carnival
Life is a sudden spotlight
That pins us to the ground
Death is the slow fade out
To the darkness all around
We are, we were, we’ll be again
Blinded by the lights of men
We fly and we descend
Back to the ground
We fall down
To the dark carnival
Dark carnival
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It's early in the morning
she's up on her feet
it's Friday the 13th
but she doesn't believe
she's not superstitious
she doesn't need
anyones prayers
she washes her face
in a mirror that's cracked
she closes the door
and doesn't look back
she's been shattered before
like the medicine chest
time doesn't heal
like the drugs it holds
that's just something we say
something we're told
it's early in the morning
she's headed out
she steps on the cracks
she won't go around
the ladders that climb
up the sides of her town
she passes through
it's not like you
expect the worst
the universe
is listening
and as the ladder crashes
a man advances
and catches her
before she falls
and for a moment
they sway together
she hears him say
"this could be a lucky day"
it's early in the morning
he's up on his feet
she kisses him then she
watches him leave
she's not superstitious
she doesn't believe
in love at first sight
that might be alright
for the young and naive
but she doesn't need
Friday 13th
Friday 13th
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