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Robin and Beth
01:51
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Robin and Beth in the middle of the woods
In the middle of the woods
In the middle of the woods
In the courtyard
Robin and Beth at the edge of the woods
At the edge of the woods
At the edge of the woods
In the courtyard
Robin I think, Yeah, lives in Ardmore
Beth just got her new house with a big red door
Robin and Beth at the edge of the woods
In the middle of the woods
It’s the edge of the woods
In the courtyard
Robin and Beth in the middle of the woods
In the middle of the woods
In the middle of the woods
In the courtyard
Robin I think, Yeah, lives in Ardmore
Beth just got her new house with a big red door
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Dark Hollow
02:29
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(traditional)
I’d rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don’t ever shine
Than to be in some big city
In a small room with a girl on my mind
So blow your whistle freight train
Take me far on down the tracks
I’m going away, I’m leaving today
I’m going girl, and I ain’t coming back
I’d rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don’t ever shine
Than to see you another man’s darling
And to know that you’ll never be mine
So blow your whistle freight train
Take me far on down the tracks
I’m going away, I’m leaving today
I’m going girl, and I ain’t coming back
I’d rather be in some dark hollow
Where the sun don’t ever shine
Than to be home alone
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Cupcakes for the Army
03:54
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I sit all day and I'm pining for some sun it's playing ghost
I bake cupcakes for the army, they all said it was the most
But I'm just a mosquito, mosquito
Follow bother wherever you go
I sit all day and I'm dreaming, dreaming of a box
I don't want to know what's in it and that's why I keep it locked
I pour water to make it shiny, shiny
Hold my focus not behind me
My cupcakes are made of iron, my icing's made of sand
The soldiers they took to it and now I'm in high demand
I baked all morning in the back yard waiting for the sun
Clouds didn't break until afternoon, well after I was done
Poked some holes in the bottom of my box just to see what might fall out
Who needs keys when you've got logic, who needs logic when you got doubt
And I doubt that they're dying for nothing, nothing
Just maybe not what you or I would have done
The extremes have become so hairy and they're shedding like a dog
They try and wash the dust from our eyes, in their own they have a log
No one wins a war anymore with compromise and smiles
Real religion's in the mind of child
Find a cave and practice breathing and silence
Bake in peace and out run the violence
I'll still bake cupcakes for the army, because you know they are just men
Those in charge say they are dying for us, but I know it is for them
I know it is for them, I know it is for them
No one wins a war anymore with compromise and smiles
Real Religion's in the mind of a child
Real Religion's in the mind of a child
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Knives of Summertime
04:26
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lyrics by Mark Linkous
A flock of knives cut the sky
And buried in my black eyes
And the clouds they bled in my head
And autumn rain soaked the dry beds
And the hurricane of her eyes wailed away the knives
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime
And I did swallow stained glass tears
Absorbed by the sun for many light years
And the fire flies in her hair
My red concertinas coming down the stairs
And the hurricane of her eyes wailed away the knives
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime, summertime
The knives of summertime
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Rain-Stars
02:17
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lyrics by Liz Gallagher
Rain-stars on my windshield
They shine only when I am sad
Oh the truth, the beauty
Oh the truth, the beauty
Double life
Thinking that snowflakes look like explosions
Tiny but real
Tiny but so real
And the whole universe exists in precipitation
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Put On Your Light
03:48
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It’s the dying that’s easy
Living can be such a hard thing some times
Life is heavy
I bring the rain
I am a rainmaker too
I am the same as you
I’m coming home, I’m coming over tonight
Put on your light, let’s not fight you are my lover
I’ve been gone, for much too long
Now I see, that you be, in my heart without a struggle
Where have you been
What have you seen along your way
How are you today
I missed you dear
Think about you often enough
As if you were here
I’m coming home, I’m coming over tonight
Put on your light, let’s not fight you are my lover
I’ve been gone, for much too long
Now I see, that you be, in my heart without a struggle
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lyrics by Liz Gallagher
Blank Pages and Four Leaf Clovers
I don’t believe the magic anymore
I just panic feeling jinxed and unreal
Looking for the moment and the leprechaun
Give me a pen and a little green hat
So what if I never find the truth
Give me a pen and a little green hat
So what if I never grow a beard
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Mississippi Sea
03:59
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The Mississippi Sea comes through great commotion
A violent Earth in a violent motion
And now I vacation west to the Sea
Cause I'm still alive in two thousand forty-three
Found myself a place out in the wilderness
Started squirreling away supplies in late '06
I spent seventeen years in the woods I did hide
From '08 to two thousand twenty-five
On the Mississippi Sea I got myself a vacation property
On the Mississippi Sea we could spend July there just you and me
We could spend July there just you and me
It's real quiet now no one has TV
We communicate with our minds we all have ESP
And we grow our own food we all know where it's been
Everyone knows love no one believes in sin
There's no war now we're all making babies
And at last count sixteen thousand and eighty
People we've come across, people we've found
But no one's really sure how many more are underground
On the Mississippi Sea I got myself a vacation property
On the Mississippi Sea we could spend July there just you and me
We could spend July there just you and me
It's a different world now so many things have changed
The oceans turned to valleys when the Earth rearranged
It might sound kind of strange but I'm enjoying being alone
Although I appreciate the company when traveling far from home
To the Mississippi Sea I got myself a time share property
On the Mississippi Sea we could spend July there just you and me
We could spend July there jus t you and me
We could spend July there just you and me
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Hezekiah Jones Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Hezekiah Jones is a collection of Philadelphia-area artists orbiting around the songwriting talents of Raphael Cutrufello.
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