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Like Water
05:01
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pressure mixed with electricity:
a cloudburst breaks the sky
and washes out the crossroads down below
i think i choose, but no, it chooses me
take me for a ride,
teach me what i need to know
that we're all trying to remake
the love we've lost
into some precious thing
that doesn't cost so much
i used to think it should taste like wine
and now i know it tastes
like water
in restless dreams i do not walk alone
you take me by the hand
the halo of the streetlamp 'round your face
footsteps echo on the cobblestones
and darkness, my old friend
is scattered by the rain
as we all try to remake
the love we've lost
into some precious thing
that doesn't cost so much
i used to think it should taste like wine
and now i know it tastes
like water
the road before me is think and overgrown
so it's not wandering
to step into the thorns despite my skin
i hold a cup whose shape i've never known
fill it to the brim
and put it to my lips
as we're all trying to remake
the love we've lost
into some precious thing
that doesn't cost so much
i used to think it should taste like wine
and now i know it tastes
like water
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2. |
Bankrobber
03:00
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My daddy was a bank robber
But he never hurt nobody
He just loved to live that way
And he loved to steal your money
Some is rich, and some is poor
That's the way the world is
But I don't believe in lying back
Sayin' how bad your luck is
So we came to jazz it up
We never loved a shovel
Break your back to earn your pay
An' don't forget to grovel
The old man spoke up in a bar
Said I never been in prison
A lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison
Imagine if all the boys in jail
Could get out now together
Whadda you think they'd want to say to us?
While we was being clever
Someday you'll meet your rocking chair
'Cause that's where we're spinning
There's no point to want to comb your hair
When it's grey and thinning
Get away get away get away get away
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3. |
Alva Blues
04:36
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Mason make me a bottle
Fill it to the top
Filled with old cask bourbon
I won't spill a drop
Lend me a new pair of boots
Find a rag to make them shine
Let me have two more dollars
That hat, you know, is mine
I think that hat is mine
Just one more chance for proving
How big the loss can feel
It's a way to cure your blindness
Take a try at what is real
Clear me a road up to Marlowe's
Tell the the ladies that I'm fine
Tonights the night I will come callin'
Put to rest a troubled mind
Yeah, rest my weary mind
Just one more chance for proving
How big the loss can feel
It's a way to cure your blindness
Take a try at what is real
Mary don't you bring in the doctor
Believe the man has heard my claim
He can't sell me a bottle
For puttin' out this blaze of flame
Yeah dousin' out my flame
Just one more chance for proving
How big the loss can feel
It's a way to cure your blindness
Take a try at what is real
Open up to what is real
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What time is it?
Would you tell me, wolf?
Are you coming around here
With your teeth so sharp
I never gave you the best part of me
I just let you in charge for a little while
Must of been
Must of been some great fury
That took you so far
Took you so far away
Think that you might be wrong
And look at you now
With your confidence
Riding around on a lion's back
Mistaken a shadow for a stranger's love
Well, you're larger than life when the lighting is right
Must of been
Must of been some great fury
That took you so far
Took you so far away
Oh, think that you might be wrong
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5. |
Ring Them Bells
03:29
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Just as every prisoner comes to depend on the bars of the cage
Without a vessel, water just falls through your fingers
When the whistle blows
Like parting seas
You can't stop digging your own grave
Every time you come up from the mine
You leave a little more behind
You can't go back to how it was
Before it all began
When the hammer falls from the hand of man
What's the use of punching in and punching out?
When shift by shift and day by day the line gets blurred
Between what you do
And who you are
Between a living and a life
And a roof over your head
A tombstone when you're dead
And we finally put to rest
All our worst-laid plans
When the hammer falls from the hand of man
To be an undertaker in the land of eternal life
To be a painter in the land of the blind
When the horse won't pull
And the well runs dry
You can keep your bread
You can keep your roses
As we run out of the fire
Right back to the pan
And all that you have made
Lies buried in the sand
When the hammer falls from the hand of man
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7. |
Center Line
03:56
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8. |
Golden Loom
03:13
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9. |
Other Side
04:37
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10. |
Last Old Dollar
02:34
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11. |
Rodneyville
04:03
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12. |
Train Song
04:10
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13. |
Both Sides Now
04:42
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The Waxwings Portland, Oregon
The Waxwings is a band of friends from Portland, OR. We take our diverse musical influences (classical, rock, folk, what have you) and channel them through acoustic instruments to unearth themes of love, loss and the pursuit of soul-searching redemption. ... more
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