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Restless
03:43
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Creaking wooden floor and the faint glow from outside mean the sun is rising
An uneasy night again, time won't heal the pain
My unquiet soul cried out long for release
My body's free yet something weighs on my mind
The bleak flat landscape troubles me
I'm closing in on myself
I shut myself away in the silence of the room
My unquiet soul
My unquiet soul cried out long for release
My body's free yet something weighs on my mind
There's always something weighing on my mind
My unquiet soul
My unquiet soul still cries out for release
I'm fading in the thick stifling air
My mind drifts back to the past, restless
My mind drifts away, restless
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2. |
Galveston
04:19
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A swampy breeze blows from the mainland
Here's the last piece of land facing the ocean
There's brown sand as far as I can see
And the waves are brown too
Clusters of shell were dropped on the sand by the goddess of sea
As presents to the forgotten souls that washed up on
That godforsaken place
That godforsaken place
The wind ripples the waves to the shore
The wind ripples the waves to the shore
I shake sand off
I shake sand off my clothes
I shake sand off my clothes and then go
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We were on the eve of the civil war
We rode the country, ready to burst forth
Dust rose from under our horse's hooves
We headed for the next bloody step
Bodies were hanged in the woods
And left swaying as a dreadful warning
Bodies were hanged in the woods
Some poor young men were caught
While working on the land
In a wink we hanged them, we hanged them high
They were left there swaying
Bodies were hanged in the woods
And left swaying as a dreadful warning
Bodies were hanged in the woods
They still haunt me
They still haunt me
Bodies were hanged in the woods
And left swaying as a dreadful warning
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Indian Lands
04:09
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The soothing sound of lapping water rocking the pebbles reminds me of the old times
Little stones are cast up on the shingle shore, black red and grey wild jewels
The river whispers to me and drowns out my inner voice
“Lift up your eyes to the stars, then sink into me, I run to Indian lands”
I bathe my pains in the clear water
Rain begins to drip and draws perfect circles
The river whispers to me and drowns out my inner voice
“Raise your face to the stars, then sink into me, I run to Indian lands”
I see your pale body's shadow, long ago on that same shore
The river whispers to me and drowns out my inner voice
“Raise your face to the stars, then sink into me, I run to Indian lands.
I run to Indian lands”
The river whispers to me and drowns out my inner voice
“Lift up your eyes to the stars, then sink into me, I run to Indian lands”
“I run to Indian lands
I run to Indian lands
I run to Indian lands
I run to Indian lands...”
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Touch The Clouds
03:35
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He's lying down on the riverside
The summer weather's so fine he could melt into it
He looks at the trees above his head
The leaves are quivering in the warm wind
He wishes he could touch the clouds
Climb on the smooth cotton balls
It would be great to touch the clouds
Flying away in the sky
Slowly pushed by the wind
"Your father's dead, let the murderer live
With his sin for the rest of his days"
His mother softly yet sadly whispered
He's 14, he's not sure he understands
He wishes he could touch the clouds
Climb on the smooth cotton balls
It would be great to touch the clouds
Flying away in the sky
Slowly pushed by the wind
"Boys don't seek revenge on him,
He'll forever look over his shoulder in fear
Wishing he'll never come across One of you, boys, never, ever"
He wishes he could touch the clouds
Climb on the smooth cotton balls
It would be great to touch the clouds
Flying away in the sky
Slowly pushed by the wind
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Watonwan River
04:19
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The Big Woods swallowed us then spit us in the swamps
It seems old stories are carried away in the river's murky water
As if the silt could deliver the truth
Watonwan river
That's how they call it
Watonwan
He who saw everything
For sixteen days we turned in circles through marshes and swamps
We can't start a fire while the chase is on
We're wet, muddy, and cold.
Sore and wounded we cross the river, and hid in a bush
Watonwan river
That's how they call it
Watonwan
He who saw everything
Watonwan river
That's how they call it
Watonwan
Who has an eye on everything
The gunfire begins, Charlie drops dead first
I guess I'll die here 'cause my brother was seeking thrills
Watonwan, Watonwan, let's get it done
Watonwan, I hope you'll sweep my sins away
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Two Hearts
03:53
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I was marked by evil spirits, they lurked inside me
Rocks and valleys, rivers and mountains
Unveiled right before my eyes
Twisted two-hearts looked at me
And made me of their kind
Twisted two-hearts looked at me
And made me of their kind
I remember how my father was killed on a dusty road
'cause he was born on the wrong side of the border
He was left there alone
I remember my house on fire, Children shouting outside
Dogs are barking, my mother's crying
I left and never came back
Twisted two-hearts looked at me
And made me of their kind
Twisted two-hearts looked at me
And made me of their kind
I was marked by evil spirits, they lurked inside me
Rocks and valleys, rivers and mountains
Unveiled right before my eyes
The two-hearts took me in their underworld
And I won't see the sun no more
The two-hearts took me in their underworld
And I won't see the sun no more
I won't see the sun no more
I won't see the sun no more...
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The Dyin' Cowboy
04:23
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It was early one morning I passed St. James Hospital,
It was early one mornin', mornin' month of May,
I looked in the window and I spied a dear cowboy--
Wrapped up in white linen, well, he was cold as the clay.
Sayin', "Come, dear mother, come an' seat yourself nigh me,
Come, dear father, come and sing me one song,
For my knee-bones are achin' and my poor heart is breakin',
I know I'm a poor cowboy, and I know I done wrong.
I want sixteen young gamblers, papa, to carry my coffin,
I want sixteen young whore gals for to sing me my song,
Tell them bring 'long a bunch of those sweet-smellin' roses,
So they can't smell me as they drive me on.
'Twas once in the saddle, papa, I used to go dashing,
Father, in my young days when I used to be gay,
Down roun' that old church-house, with them handsome young ladies,
Them girls oughta carry me, follow me to my grave.
It was early one mornin' I passed St. James Hospital,
Lord, it was early one mornin', mornin' month of May,
I looked in the window and I spied a dear cowboy--
And he was wrapped in white linen, he was colder than clay.
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Theirs Be The Guilt
05:56
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Dead bodies now and then / dead bodies now and then
He wants to run away from the streams of blood that pour into the ground
From the horses gaping bellies, from their dead wide open eyes
From wounded young men crying, from their wild wide open eyes
Men in the woods trying to hide, men with no jaw, men torn to pieces
Then a poor house: the old woman's shot dead, the little girl cries and kittens play
As if nothing ever happened
He fires up into the sky
Forms shrouded in the smoke/ Scattered army things
Forms shrouded in the smoke, scattered army things
The battlefield still echoes with the sound of guns
Campfires glow far away
He holds on to the trees trying to guess which side has won
A lost and lonesome young boy
Walks alone in a wasteland
Theirs be the guilt, theirs be the guilt
A lost and lonesome young boy
Walks alone in a wasteland
Theirs be the guilt, theirs be the guilt
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Jim Younger's Spirit Aix En Provence, France
Psych rock laced with blues and folk sonorities, telling dark and tragic tales infused with fuzz guitars, acid organs or weird jew’s harp. Based upon historical testimonies or fantasized, our songs are inspired by Jim Younger’s life, an almost limitless backdrop dealing with various historical subjects - Civil War, Indian Wars, social struggles…, or introspective feelings - regrets and redemption. ... more
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