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Poor Millionaire
03:28
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Descendants Of Cain
05:32
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Take up all the wealthy peasants
And lock them in a drawer
Feed them on the lonesome scraps of dreams
Watch them ride their camels
Through a keyhole in the dark
Is that laughter in the distance, perhaps screams?
The saints are on the lookout, the lookout for the gospel,
They hear confessions from a box that’s filled with wind
The hours turn to fears, we’ve been waiting all these years
And no one blew the whistle to begin
And I ask why, why, why, was Abel left to die?
And are we all descendants of Cain?
There’s our jealousy, our anger
Get the word out to the street
Rejection is the trigger to our rage
Let the fields go fallow
Put a mark upon our heads
For all of us are players on this stage
And the gifts we sent in smoke,
You sent them back as rain
Why is this so hard to accept?
Set the fields to burn, there’s nothing more to learn
A promise never made is a promise kept
And I ask why, why, why, was Abel left to die?
And are we all descendants of Cain?
There’s a rainbow in the clouds
And it stretches to the sea
It’s deceiving, how we need to think it’s real
Like a picture of a flower
Or the memory of youth
The present sees the past as the ideal
As we wander through this land
Our trauma drags behind
Some think redemption can be paid off with a fine
Whatever we conceal, there’s something gnawing that we feel
So we distract ourselves with music or we drown ourselves in wine
And we know why, why, why,
We know why, why, why
We know why, why, why,
Abel had to die.
We are all descendants of Cain
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Longover Dew (demo)
03:23
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It’s a lonely place where everyone reads you dreams
Not a princess to be found
Waiting for their turn, four old wretched queens
Hang on every sound
Sisters? Cousins? They all look the same
Sad and dour, they’re caught up in the game
And the flowers only grow in red or in black
In the land of the suicide king and the winsome one-eyed jack
Two kings want to kill, two kings want to die
The assassin stays concealed
Pairing with a friend, seeking alibi
In case he is revealed
The rest have folded shop, they’ve said their last goodbye
The cost of staying in too steep, the ante way too high
There’s no one left now to watch your back
In the land of the suicide king and the winsome one-eyed jack
You can ford the river, you can climb the hill
I been all through these parts
I’ve played every game and haven’t found a Jill
Even though I bear my heart
All the numbered players and all their fancy tricks
Shuffle in and out to try and get their fix
But no one knows the deal, what lay beneath the stack
In the land of the suicide king and the winsome one-eyed jack
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5. |
Clip Joint
02:53
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Hey Nick, I need a trim
I got an interview and a date
Lost my other job because they hate my kind
And these women, lord, they don’t appreciate an honest working man
Take a little off the top but leave the sideburns
What kind of clip joint do you think I’m running here?
I’m a barber not a shrink and I will not shed a tear
For all your hard luck stories, so get your ass out of my chair,
Or shut your mouth and let me do my work
Hey Nick, I need a shave
The sheriff’s knocking on my door
I cannot pay the rent til that insurance check clears
It wasn’t my fault you know, the judge has got it in for me
Don’t forget the mustache and the eyebrows
What kind of clip joint do you think I’m running here?
I’m a barber not a shrink and I will not shed a tear
For all your hard luck stories, so get your ass out of my chair,
Or shut your mouth and let me do my work
BRIDGE
For a twenty dollar bill I’ll make you look like George Clooney
At least above the ears, I’m no magician here!
But I cannot solve your other problems- get yourself an attorney,
A therapist, a hooker or a fix
Hey Nick, I need a favor
I’m trying to clean up my act
Don’t need to fly this freak flag any longer
The kids down at the hospital, they need it more than me
I got nothing left to donate but my hair
CHORUS 2
Now, that’s the kind of service I can really get behind
I’m a barber not a preacher but I know the way to love
There’s no charge today, get your ass into my chair
And we’ll deliver it together if you’d like
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6. |
Empty Spaces
04:39
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Sand sifts through finger tips
Away, the water washes faces
There’s nothing so profound as the absence of a sound,
The void of empty spaces
I’ve become aware, as I’m moving through the air
A volume, my body now displaces
Lessons that I learned and yet I keep on getting burned
Missing cues and lacking graces
There’s nothing so profound as the absence of a sound,
The void of empty spaces
Looking at the floor, a beeline to the door
A single shoe, a pair of laces
The landscape of the day, all is far away
The silence of the echoes from the mesas
There’s nothing so profound as the absence of a sound,
The void of empty spaces
I recall a time when our lives would rhyme
The laughter and the footfalls on staircases
We were two, now there’s me and now there’s you
No phone calls from the station, no embraces
There’s nothing so profound as the absence of a sound,
The void of empty spaces
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Hank Stone New York
Most excellent songwright. Interpretive singer and guitarist. Harmonica hobbyist.
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