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Tracks:
Bitter Tale (2'25"), Hey Mister Can You Tell Me (3'33"), Ezekiel (2'49"), Moon Dance (2'22"), Flowers on My Shirt (2'36"), Morning Drum (2'58"), Down Clown (2'45"), Rain in Madison (2'19"), Van Ness Mission (3'03"), Anticipation (3'12"), Nancy Knows (3'10"), Take My Will (4'03"), Plenty (2'00"), What (3'06")
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Bitter Tale
It’s a cold and bitter tale
About a man whose spent his time in jail

Ezekiel
Ezekiel
I don’t know your name
But I’m going to find a way
Ezekiel
I heard you say
That you are with me anyway
Take my time Ezekiel
I don’t know your name
But I heard about your fame
All the way out here
You can take my time, Ezekiel
I’m going to find a way
I heard about you long ago
All this time I said no
Float on your waters, Ezekiel
I’m coming (huh) to find a way

Flowers On My Shirt
Gotta go quick ending absurd
Who says the vision is nearly blurred
Fingers fingers fingers fingers
It’s the end this time I know
Blow breeze, the air is heavy
Hangs down where you walked before
Telling lies and using spoons
To find the rebels in the rooms
Where Jesus was all the time
Caring for the tender children
Looking at the rooms once more
I find a line drawn on the wall
It spells your name my lord and yes
I accept, I think we should go

Down Clown
Who you kidding, ain’t yourself
You’ve been lying on the second shelf
Burning a tire, how fortunate
Can’t you mix it up better than that
Lazy crazy, living a lie
Honest as chalk
Crushing victims, oh so sly
Born in a rainbow over the sky
You’ve lost your eyes you know
Fell from the skies, land how (?)
Now those feet are planted so firm
Oil slick grease slide now your down
Just like a clown your face so sad
Never quite thought it would be so bad

Van Ness Mission
If you think that you’re the one
Let me into summer sun
Well you’re right, I’ve been surmised
By the appearance of the sky
By the look that’s in your eyes
I see how the summer flies
Way up high without its wings
Fortunate for everything
I want you to speak aloud
Tell me of a sparkling crowd
Why they tremble at the sound
Of a lazy eerie round
Shotgun shells are on the ground
Of the forest and the town

Take My Will
Jesus take my will
Jesus take my will
Take mine and give me yours
Take mine and give me yours
In six minutes I’m gone
Gone to ride the next train
Pack on my back
And the two dollar bill
Jesus take my will
Take mine and give me yours
So I’ll be placing my call
Just to let you know
I won’t be here no more
Jesus take my will
Take mine and make it yours
Jesus take my will
Take it and make it yours

Plenty
You must you must keep listening
I don’t know why but I must keep listening
You must you must keep listening
I don’t know why but I must I must keep listening

What
At the end of the Macabees’
The Jones’ find their fault
At the end of the day
Don’t turn around you’ll have to pay
At the end of the rivers
Go find your way through every day
At the end of the rivers
At the end of the Macabees’
The Jones’ find their fault
At the end of the day
Don’t turn around you’ll have to pay
What did you do today
I brought you this way

Hey Mister Can You Tell Me
Hey mister can you tell me
Is there a knife stuck in your face
Have matchbook covers been your mirrors
Do you feel your hand in your own pocket
Hey mister do you count the shadows that fall before you
Hey mister can you tell me
Is there a knife stuck in your face
Do you have the shivers underneath your skin
Hey mister can you tell me
Where it is you’re going
Hey mister you got the blues written over your face
Looks like you’re never going to be in your place
The way you’ve been carrying on is a disgrace
But you know it’s the only way to be, yeah
Now you can go and look in any corner
And you can buy a ticket to a movie
And you can walk out at night
And you can buy your own groceries
Hey mister can you tell me
Is there a knife stuck in your face

Moon Dance
I got life and death stains on my pants
It’s coming and going out of my clothes
This here my soul, I’m dead
I never knew what living was
For God’s sake I’m alive
Burning in my eyes and mind
Do they call this a living hell
Rockets soaring through me well
Thank god it’s a picture of three weeks
Bloody mountain chasing desert running freaks
Oh no, what do I say
I didn’t mean it anyway
It came down through a falling star
To dance around the moon for you

Morning Drum
It’s only that I’m waiting
Waiting
And I can’t see the end
Or where it all begins
Only that this waiting
Has me here again
Waiting
Oh and I can’t see the end
So won’t you come
Waiting in the evening sun
Beating like a morning drum
Strings and fire
Oh can’t you run
Waiting in the summer moon
Where it all begins
Waiting ’til the never end

Rain in Madison
Rain’s pouring down in the window
And I’m sitting here in Madison
Trying to figure out where you are
Yes, I’m sitting here in my car
Drove a long long way
But I didn’t have no rain until today
I was way out far where it didn’t rain much
I could see pretty clearly
But now today there’s all this rain
I guess it’s the end
I guess I just really didn’t know
And now we’ve got to stay here
Or else get all wet
You know you can’t bring no
Electric devices out into the rain

Anticipation
She’s a rebel in the country
She’s the black girl that stole my mind (heart?)
She wears red lipstick and
Her legs are thin as the moon
She’s got a look in her eye
Takes you for a diamond (?) cruise
She’s got a full breast eagle (ego?)
She’s the dark woman of my heart
Her skin is pure ivory
She wears red patent leather shoes
Just looking at her you know you can never lose
She’s a beast in the city
And she gave me a trembling heart
She’s a singer on Sunday
She prays to the lord above
She’s a waitress in the kitchen
She’s the woman in my dreams
She had a look on her face
When I gave her a golden ring