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i wish i was a mole in the ground
if i was a mole in the ground i'd tear the mountain down
i wish i was a lizard in the spring
if i was a lizard in the spring i'd hear my darling sing
don't you marry no railroad man
the railroad man will kill you if he can
and drink up your blood like wine
my baby wants a 9 dollar shawl
when i get over that hill with my 20 dollar bill
she says "baby where you been so long?"
i'll tell you where i been so long
i been at that river bend with the rough and rowdy men
baby that's where i've been so long
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in a Garden
04:06
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math can float in pretty pictures
numbers painted long before their time
we hop between the rails and the structures
we're often seen together in the night
we were often seen to gather in the night.
images of plastic people
cut the flow of blood to his head
we burned a lot of fuel together
don't believe a single thing you read
i got these caring too much blues
and everyone i know plays a part with you
everyone i know wants something i have
he spoke to me of war and money.
he fed me homemade wine and stories of his country.
he never toed their line for a moment
No. he never toed their line for a moment
he set me up with the things I needed
said he never lied he never cheated
his eyes were like two blue mausoleums
now his eyes rest in blue mausoleums
in a garden made of mulch
there's enough here for you to find
but these birds, these words, this song
are just another aspect of your mind
just another facet of your mind.
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Sault Ste. Marie Blues
04:41
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troubles up and down that road
trials all the way around
i never knew what trouble was
until my darling shot me down
wearing nothing but old and ragged clothes
my heartstrings broken to shreds
blues creeping over my body
queer notions running thru my head
if i ever see that girl again
my troubles will all be over
i'll steal her away from her door
and we'll sail for some haunted shore
when my worldly trials are over
and my last goodbye i've said
bury me near my darlings doorstep
where the roses bloom and fade
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King of Cups
03:36
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listen up! King of Cups,
does it come to you
that all of the things that you do
will one day become your undoing?
oh, what is to become of you?
King of Cups, open up to the wider view
come let the tide wash over you
if you lead you gotta bleed for the crew you choose
and spill what remains of your will
So drink up, King of Cups!
Here's a toast to you!
Health, Long life and Wealth!
For just like a cup that will empty too
To make itself ready for the new.
What's up King of Cups?
Does it humble you
to know that there's nothing you can do?
Look up, King of Cups!
Here they come for you.
Knights dressed in dark robes of blue.
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Dog Song
03:22
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i'm outside sleeping in the snow pile
and all the while I'm dreaming
of being all alone
with no one in my zone
no one in my zone
so i'm putting up a force field around my home
tonight i'll bathe in the full moonlight
until i get a tan
until my skin is burned
and when my friend returns
with treasure in his hands
from some far off land i've never known down a concrete road
i smell the air. it tells me he was there
he never tears me down
he gets me up and running
he comes home with the sun
although he leaves when the stars are falling
all through the valley i can hear him calling
calling out my name.
so lets walk back to the frozen lake
the ice won't crack
if you take gentle steps
and walk real slow
i'll show you where the wild things go
i know where the wild things go
'cause i'm the wildest one you know.
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Lone Wolf
04:28
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Princess, the dragon is coming.
We better catch that train this morning
'cause over our home a storm is forming
and crying ain't never stopped the rain from falling down.
At the window there's a row of bullets
Lined up like the teeth in the mouth of a wolf.
I'm planting the seed of my destiny
But you motherfuckers will never get the best of me.
And if my sins won't be forgiven
I guess I won't be going home.
I got lost on the trail.
I was halfway to hell.
"But I got your back.
Walk in my tracks.
If you run with my pack you'll never be alone."
And if my sins won't be forgiven
I guess I won't be going home.
Take me back to that cold black river
It's the only love I've ever known.
And if my sins won't be forgiven
There's going to be a broken home in heaven.
I'm the bitter seed on the family tree
But those motherfuckers will never get the best of me.
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Strange Land
04:28
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i met a girl in a strange land
i could never remember where she came from
i never understood where she was coming from
standing under the mountains she could not see
they were too high and so was she
and so was I.
My eyes were dry and red
my brain was dead
and she said things I couldn't believe
even when all the evidence
was right there in front of me
she said: "Our love is no snow white dove
holding out a branch like an apostrophe."
No it's the black mark at the end of a death sentence.
It's a raven of catastrophe.
and I said:
You can gouge away at my senses
My own damn heart always leaves me defenseless.
This evil star spells disaster.
Would you believe love is all I was ever after?
You're all I crave, tsunami wave
make the buildings crack and the pavement fade away to black
right there in front of me.
i met a girl in a strange land
she could never understand where I was coming from
she could never remember where I can from
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Mister Ontario
Mister Tahti is my name.
I am a Finnish man of the Fox clan.
I am an unsettled settler born & raised in the hill country of North Ontario fertilized by the open road.
Mister recommends:
Winston Arms
by Sunk'n City Gypsys
another record I appear on w/ my good friends Sunkn City Gypsys who I was honoured to be a part of for a while.
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This is a favourite record recorded by some friends of mine out in Victoria. Impeccable songwriting, groovy end of the world feel and pure folk fury of the highest calibre. Much love here.
go to albumIf you like Mister & Jeff, you may also like:
Not A Party At All
by Lambs & Wolves
Charming German indie pop with the keen melodic sensibilities and melancholic undercurrent of some of the style's best practitioners.
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Meet Me at the River
by Dawn Landes
On “Meet Me By the River,” Dawn Landes’s self-described “Nashville record,” buoyant country melodies settle deep into lush instrumentation.
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The Studio Recordings Part One
by Fly My Pretties
The New Zealand's collaborative group's first studio album is chock-full of delightful folk and country music.
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On this LP of gentle folk-pop, Durant looks to the water for the answer to life’s questions.
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