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Caroline
03:57
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I'm at the park with Caroline
But the wind won't blow and the sun won't shine
All I need is some sort of signal
Thought when Caroline was on the swing
The grass would whistle or the dust would sing
But no one says nothing except the two of us.
No one else is here.
I'm on a walk with Caroline
But the stars above us won't align
It's the same mess up there that it always is
When Caroline looks up at me
The air and soil don't agree.
I thought this was supposed to be simple.
I guess that was a lot to ask of a girl.
I guess that was a bit much to expect.
Waiting for her in the cold at three
Know just how I want this night to be
She should've been here half an hour ago
Driving home with Revolver playing
I curse my luck and recall her saying
If there's one word to describe me, it's "practical."
I was on the road with Caroline
Watching carefully for a sign
But somehow we still ended up in New Hampshire
By the roadside late that night
Didn't turn out like I thought it might.
I wanted a little of something magical.
I guess that was a lot to ask of a girl.
I guess that was a bit much to expect.
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On the Limb
03:30
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Skip fourteen and a dozen cry
Until you've been there you never think to come by
The backyard doesn't fit a lot
But it'll serve when things inside start to get hot
So have a seat and have a beer
Don't get up until things start to get clear
'Til all of my apologies
Take on a lilt of Aristophanes
When you get out to the springs you'll see all the things you missed
You might want to get a running start
Up on the limb of the cedars we kissed
So spin the globe, tear up the joint
The edge of the record never sees the point
It's not the grass, it's not the tides
Things are moving faster on the inside
So take it back to your hometown
Where people are playing guitar on the ground
And swim outside to make them see
The sort of type of person that you can be
When you get out to the springs you'll see all the things you missed
You might want to get a running start
Up on the limb of the cedars we kissed
The greatest sidewalks dress in rags
You know them by the colors of their flags
But the sleepy blocks are quite the best
They've earned the opportunity to have a rest
Don't hesitate on the piano keys
They aren't gonna answer when you ask them please
This place just might evaporate
So do your part and try not to concentrate
When you get out to the springs you'll see all the things you missed
You might want to get a running start
Up on the limb of the cedars
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Glacier
02:29
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So the glacier air's been roaming through your neighborhood
So the singing sands are cutting through your backyard fence
I say you should've been ready
Why weren't you prepared?
So the visitors from the south are sleeping on your porch
So the fog is falling on the rich and on the poor
So the seashells are whining on the beach outside your door
And the authorities aren't quite sure which document to make you sign
That's when you give them a stamp and say I'll keep what's truly mine
Back in the days of plenty there were loaves and there were fish
The sun was a jar of honey and the mountains wise old friends
But the canyon winds were restless and you wanted to make amends
So you took to eating sharks and fixing ancient stoves
You debated with professors on the nature of what's real
While all the while the glacier was bearing down on the lilies of the field
And making them remember
And making the kittiwakes forget
And distracting all the rest of us with pleasant weather
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Whispers
03:57
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Whispers hang from the branches
Echoes come up from the mines to the sky
This whole land is breathing
This whole land it aches
But we all see in it what we want to
We all hear what we want
As for me, I want to stretch out on the washboard of the morning
I want to stay out all night
I want to see the stars reflected in your stepladder eyes
I want to break into the garden and run 'til it gets too cold to run
But I guess I'm seeing what I want to
I guess I want what I hear
Just like Noah on the 27th day
Just like Magellan, we all make our way
Most of us to an island like a sepulcher in the dawn
Some to a field of olive trees that folds into itself and is gone
Me I think to a dusty road always coming to another hill
One farmhouse hazy in the distance
And I'm hoping that it will come to me like a flower
Come to me like a bird
Rest on my mind like a sermon and I won't forget a word
But I know I'm just seeing what I want to
And we all want what we hear
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Pedernales
03:44
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It's gray out there except the glass where the colored paintings lie
Above the roar you hear the brass rise swirling to the sky
Until one dead tree unfurls the tide
You can tell me how things look on the other side of the road
But my heart's with the waterfall's sweet January pools
My headlights point to the country where the sagebrush wrote the rules
In this dark room where five and nine collide
I remember how things look on the other side of the road
And my heart's with the waterfall's sweet January pools
My headlights point to the country where the sagebrush wrote the rules
Until once more the freeway dusk is wide
You can say that things are fine on the other side of the road
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