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HOURS I: Shadows Don’t Hide Things Anymore
When I woke it wasn’t you, I couldn’t tell your face from someone else.
Finding out I had to leave it wasn’t right. I know it’s all the same
Wonder what side you’re on now
Darling, don’t you wait for me – don’t wait for me.
You know it’s all the same as when you walked out the time before.
I had to stay, I had to leave I know it’s wrong, but I think it’s still ok.
It’s hard to know if I could go, if I could leave but I won’t ever know.
Trees still sing your name that I let you go.
Darling, please don’t go but that’s the way.
It’s all the same, but it’s hard to hear that you’re the one that said it before me
Finding that it’s all just the same.
Shadows don’t hide things anymore.
I don’t why I say things that I don’t know.
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When I woke you were not there – it’s all the same to me.
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Nothing To You
05:43
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NOTHING TO YOU
Laying in the floodplain the burning cold gnaws my skin.
Don’t even really know which life that I might be in.
It’s nothing to me, nothing to you, nothing to anyone anyway.
Wind is wild and untrue,
Don’t know where it’s going –
Don’t know what it could do.
Birds dot the sky like tiny flecks of dust now,
And the wind is blowing all around us –
Don’t know what it could do.
It’s nothing to me, nothing to you, nothing to anyone anyway.
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Nothing's Coming To You
06:25
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NOTHING’S COMING TO YOU
I found a way to go into the forest now,
But I wouldn’t go there anyhow.
Believe me this is more than I could’ve said before,
This is the one thing I still have.
I know I’ll be waiting for you.
Somehow you’ll be waiting for me.
I know you’ll be calling to me somehow
That we both won’t see.
The wind it shrieks some words I must’ve said some time before,
But I can’t hear what they mean.
It’s as if the blinding white and frosted sky
Could speak to me, speak to you and say something.
I know I’ll be waiting for you.
Somehow you’ll be waiting for me.
I know you’ll be calling to me somehow
That we both won’t see.
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Fields
05:45
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FIELDS
Babe, I see you coming through the field,
Through the snow, the fog and the rain.
I know you’re calling, but I think you’re stalling.
I know you’re going insane.
The fire’s warm inside, but it’s cold out there,
And I don’t know from whence you came.
I’ll wait awhile then
I’ll have to move somewhere else.
I open the door when I hear you knock,
The wind blows cold in my face.
Don’t wait awhile; don’t say you’re fine –
I know what your eyes are saying.
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HOURS II: The Spectral Houses Of Absalom Street
Babe, don’t say that it’s the end.
Just find someone who’ll call you friend.
And you can get off wherever you chose.
It’s all right – I won’t remember you.
This must be the part
Where our stories disentwine.
So babe put down your cigarette
Leaving nothing – we can’t come back to get it.
Light don’t hide things anymore.
I don’t know why hours come and go.
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He Still Dreams Of You
07:33
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HE STILL DREAMS OF YOU
He found the words had come out wrong,
Like this poorly written song, boys.
He wants to know if there’s something true.
Have you found somebody new?
As the hoar frost glinted in your eyes –
With the stark light of the sunrise –
He feels a monstrous dream coming on
With the naked November dawn.
Records turn and darkness splays,
He feels like a ghost roaming his hallways.
He knows upstairs is where you dwell,
As if you’d cast some kind of spell.
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MR. McKRUSKI ADDRESSES THE CROWD
“Exhortations,” he said to the gathered crowd.
“Exhortations and salutations to us all – to everyone.
I’ve known all of us a long, long time, and I speak to you as a member of our town,
And I know he’ll be waiting. Call it a feeling but it’s a wicked, wicked lie we are living.”
“Frankie, you and I we go back a very long way,
And I wish your mother Dot, was still here with us.
But to get to the reason that I’m even here, I will say my things so we can get on with the night.
“My father, Clancy who you all knew, was a brave man,
As I knew him too. I saw him kill a man with his hands,
And I learned a lesson on that day:
Never forget the things you say.
And you’ll keep waiting until it returns. But it’s a wicked, wicked lie we are living in this town.
And it always comes back.
We’ll keep waiting until it returns, but it’s a wicked, wicked lie we’ve been living.
“Hit it!
I’ve noticed it’s been gone, almost too long: that horrible, that deafening sound when he comes,
And I know, yes I know.
Can’t you feel it? Can’t see it? All the wicked, wicked lies we are living in this town.”
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Not Your Railroad
03:46
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NOT YOUR RAILROAD
We left after sundown. Meaninglessly we drove
With all of the strangers, to them I spoke:
“I’m not your railroad, I only smoke.
And the night is humming, and the sun bleats low.
I’ll wait until winter and then I’ll go.”
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