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Ten Tales
04:03
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Ten tales I tell of myself
and the cradle I'm stepping out of.
One is the voices of passing strangers
saying terrible things in their cars.
One is a puppet that somebody untied
but still dances along with the strings.
One is a face someone poured from a bottle
to be young, to be beautiful again.
Ten tales I tell of myself
and the cradle I'm stepping out of.
One is the dusk covered in black flies-
they pour out of her silent mouth.
One is a rope made of dead man's wisdom-
I keep waking up with it in my hand.
One is a ballet being fought in the alley
between the dancer and the doubt.
Ten tales I tell of myself
and the cradle I'm stepping out of.
(One day I will come home)
One is a cup held by drunken priest-
everything tastes holy to him.
One is a wheel held by a fisherman-
to him home is just debts no honest man can pay.
One is what I have been- it's all that I am-
but it's wedding bells ringing in a ghost town.
One is what I will be- it's all that I am-
but it's anger running through a still-born sea.
Ten tales I tell of myself
and the cradle I'm stepping out of.
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2. |
These Days
03:57
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Wendy, bury me alive
cause I'd rather be dead
than hard to find these days-
oh these days, these days.
Cause I was lost out on a two year sin,
trying to find myself
I lost my life to rambling.
Miss Forever, she left after just one day
and I was left staring at
the man lying in my grave-
calling my name, calling me.
My son he called to me
from out of the sea
but I couldn't hear anything
other than the railroad tracks-
calling me back, calling me.
My mother, she said to me,
"Boy, your eyes are like howling wolves.
Where is my blue eyed boy?
Where is the boy I loved?
Oh, where is the boy I love?
So Wendy, bury me alive
Cause I'd rather be dead
than hard to find these days-
oh these days, these days.
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3. |
Broken Circle
04:19
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I was staring out the window
on a cold and cloudy day
when I saw The Undertaker
come to take him away.
Lord, I told The Undertaker,
"Undertaker, please drive slow-
for this body, you are hauling,
Lord I hate to see him go."
Oh, can the circle be unbroken
Lord, by and by?
There's a better home waiting
in the sky, oh in the sky.
I followed close behind him,
tried to hold up and be brave.
But I could not hide my sorrow
when they laid me in my grave.
Oh, can the circle be unbroken
Lord, by and by?
There's a better home waiting
in the sky, oh in the sky.
I went back to my home, alone
for my body he was gone.
My wife and children crying-
Oh Lord, what have I done?
Oh, can the circle be unbroken
Lord, by and by?
There's a better home waiting
in the sky, oh in the sky.
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Song For My Son
04:48
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This is for the one
who has yet to arrive in my arms.
Everything that I have ever dreamed
comes together to form you.
All the streets that I have ever walked down
you had just walked down
and vanished before I saw you.
And you are each open door in the country houses
that I keep staring back at
hoping that you will walk out soon.
And maybe the same ocean echoed through us both
yesterday and maybe
you have the same sea-storm eyes that I do.
This is for the one
who has yet to arrive in my arms.
I know I should live in salt for leaving you
but I am always with you-
I am in the sun, I am in the moon-
and I always love you.
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Man Called War Des Moines, Iowa
Man Called War is Rob Kelly, a Des Moines based singer-songwriter.
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