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Cain
04:54
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You told me that things would get better,
that it won't be long until I belong.
You told me that things would get better,
that I could be strong.
How could you be so wrong?
I wanted Abel to love me,
I wanted Abel to hear.
I wanted Abel to love me,
I wanted Abel to hear,
why wouldn't he?
Eve, you are just like the beach,
standing still but dragged out to sea.
Is it cause you still miss home?
Is love holding on or letting go?
Mother, I need to know.
I wanted Abel to love me,
I wanted Abel to hear.
I wanted Abel to love me,
I wanted Abel to hear,
why wouldn't he?
Among the dead leaves at twilight,
I hear Father call my name.
But I know the stories they're writing,
I've heard what he said-
that I am not his son.
I wanted Abel to love me,
I wanted Abel to hear.
I wanted Abel to love me,
I wanted Abel to hear,
why wouldn't he?
Among the dead leaves at twilight,
why wouldn't he?
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Gloucester, MA
07:02
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When I was young,
Jesus said, "Son, this glass of blood has been poured for you,
just remember you only get one."
Fuck me, I thought that meant don't share.
Fuck me, I thought that meant don't share.
So, for twenty years I picked every rose I could
and went down to the place where the dark sea meets the shore
and I threw them roses into the waves
known' I'd never see them anymore.
But then one day, you walked by like a soft rain
and dove beneath those rose-heavy waves
and I watched the past roll off your back
and dissolve like the salt to the sea.
But I never did get your name.
And now the years have come on strong,
my hometown is dead and gone,
but I keep tryin' to find it again,
one more time, again.
But I've wandered desperately down these streets
and I never did find your face again.
And I keep asking myself, of all the people I've loved,
how many have I already seen for the very last time?
I guess I'll learn to know, it's ok to talk to ghosts,
cause they're filling up the strange darkness on the outskirts of this strange town.
Now your trail of shadows is blown away
by the sea-breeze comin' over the bay
and I now know what Jesus was tryin' to say
that day he poured the glass for me.
And honey, them roses are comin' back.
Yea honey, those roses are comin' back.
I'll have plenty of love for every girl I hold,
Cause I'll plenty of time to die when I'm old.
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When I was a little boy
hey ho the wind and the rain
a foolish thing was but a toy
for the rain rains everyday.
When I came to man's estate
hey ho the wind and the rain
'gainst knaves and thieves men shut their gates
for the rain rains everyday.
When at last I found my wife
hey ho the wind and the rain
by swaggering I could not thrive
for the rain rains everyday.
When at last I heard what she said
hey ho the wind and the rain
drunken men have drunken heads
for the rain rains everyday.
Long ago the world begun
hey ho the wind and the rain
but that's all one, this play is done
and I'll strive to please you each and everyday.
Hey ho the wind and the rain
for the rain rains everyday-
or so they say.
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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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