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Torn Up By Wolves
02:47
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All my friends think that I’m a witch
Cause I grow so many herbs in the ground
I turn them upside down
I make them howl like wolves
All my friends think that I’m a witch
and I don’t even have a tarot deck though I can use one
Mine was torn up by them wolves
Torn up by them wolves wolves wolves wolves
wolves wolves wolves wolves yeah
Don’t you know there’s no tomorrow? Where does it go?
Wolves
All my friends think that I’m a witch
cause I know that I can sing to the moon like a gypsy
Croon like them wolves
Singing with them wolves wolves wolves wolves
wolves wolves wolves wolves
Night and day (Dave)
Don’t you know there’s no tomorrow ?Where does it go?
Wolves wolves wolves wolves
wolves wolves wolves wolves
Torn up by them wolves
All my friends think that I’m a witch
cause I grow so many herbs in the ground, wow
I turn them upside down, I turn ethm upside down
I make them howl like wolves
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2. |
Dusty King
02:10
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Just because you’re not in prison anymore
doesn’t mean that I won’t write you letters
And it also doesn’t mean that I don’t think on you
each and almost every single day
Bet you never thought you’d get a letter from prison
Mississippi State no less
“They got me in for smoking pot and jumping bail and holy god,
They pinned me for this scoundrel that I’m not”
Bet you never thought you’d have a pen pal in prison
with perfect cursive penmanship
Who’s writing out the stories of his life for you
Write it off for Mr. Dusty King
There never was a stranger man in a cell
Bet you’ll never know how far a letter from a friend will go
Further than the pen I went and sent it
So lick a prayer, say a thought, send a stamp that’s all I got
Lighting up the Mississippi Pen
Light it up for Mr. Dusty King
There never was a stranger man in a cell
What a nut without a shell la la la la ooo
Bet you never thought you’d have a pen pal in prison
with perfect cursive penmanship
Who’s writing out the stories of his life for me
Sincerely smile when you think of Dusty King
Smile when you think of Dusty King
Sincerely smile when you think of Dusty King
Smile when you think of Dusty King
Sincerely smile when you think of Dusty King
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3. |
Back to San Francisco
02:29
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Standing, staring with my face toward the San Francisco bay
The day I heard you on the early morning radio
The day I heard you died, oh no, don’t wanna go
But oh how the ocean roars and overtakes the rocks and shores
And all the people take pictures from the dock
San Francisco, you’re always colder than I thought you’d be
But if there was a way for Claude Monet to take away this pain
I’d stare for hours; could we just walk another block
Oh, cause I don’t wanna go
Let’s go back to San Francisco
Cause oh how the ocean roars and overtakes the rocks and shores
And all the people take pictures from the dock
Of all the people taking pictures from the dock
Oh San Francisco, I don’t wanna go
Oh, is it me or just this old town, I don’t know
But I don’t wanna go
Let’s go back to San Francisco
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4. |
The Next Time I'm in TN
01:50
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We’ll just have to wait and see the next time I’m in Tennessee
Well, the last time I was in Austin I tried running into you
Little did I know there’s nothing I could say or do
Cause I hear you moved to Memphis, yeah I hear you got a job
And I bet you make friends easy now you left it all behind
Yeah I hear you’ve gotten wiser and I hear you’re still a writer
Yeah I hear you moved to Memphis, yeah I hear you’re doing fine
We’ll just have to wait and see the next time I’m in Tennessee
Well, the next time I’m in Memphis I’ll try running into you
Little do I know there’s nothing I can say or do
Cause I hear you’ve gotten older, yeah I hear you got a girl
That she looks like me and she acts like you
Thought that I would try running into you
As if the things I thought I lost could ever be found again in Memphis
Tried running into you where I hear you hit the big time
yeah I hear you’re doing fine
We’ll just have to wait and see the next time I’m in Tennessee
Thought that I would
As if the heart I thought I broke needed to be mended in Memphis
I tried running into you
Well, here I am in Tennessee turns out you don’t mean much to me
Yeah I hear you moved to Memphis
and I hear you’re doing…here I am in Memphis
and I hear you’re doing fine
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Helyn Rain Austin, Texas
deep solitude
+
active longing
=
the night between us
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