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Don't Call Me Cutie
02:09
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don't call me cutie
don't even call me babe
could've gotten some lovin'
but I think it's gonna be too late
go spend some time aquirin'
reasons to patiently wait
I'll be alone for a while regardless
tuck me in sweetly
wish me a peaceful night
turn down the television darlin',
and turn down a few of the lights
might be in our best interest
keeping yourself out of sight
I'll be alone for a while regardless
please come in my dream
better be comin' fast
I'll be waiting on some conversation
to make a little moment last
I'm finding out by morning
when morning goes quietly past
and I'm alone for a while regardless
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Radio Home
02:18
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you're bottled up
beyond worn out
if you could change your mind
you might right about now
t-minus 10
t-minus 9
one final prayer before
you're family's on the line
they say the view's pretty from space
but that don't account for the tears on your face
Houston, can you hear me?
is this thing on, testing one-two
I'm not sure if this is quite the thing
I'm really able to do
but it's too late
takeoff begins
you whisper worries to
imaginary friends
they're not much help
not very real
but still supportive of your short end
of the deal
the g-force is squishin' your brain
your face faps about as your mind goes insane
"if I ever get to see the stars and earth
from far above
first thing you do is radio
my family love"
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Morgan's Crow Song
03:04
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Duncan
05:23
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Couple in the next room bound to win a prize
They've been going at it all night long
Well, I'm tryin' to get some sleep
But these motel walls are cheap
Lincoln Duncan is my name
And here's my song, here's my song
My father was a fisherman
My mama was a fisherman's friend
And I was born in the boredom and the chowder
So when I reached my prime
I left my home in the Maritimes
Headed down the turnpike for New England, sweet New England
Holes in my confidence
Holes in the knees of my jeans
I was left without a penny in my pocket
Ooh-oowee, I was about as destituted as a kid could be
And I wished I wore a ring so I could hock it
I'd like to hock it
A young girl in a parkin' lot
Was preaching to a crowd
Singing sacred songs and reading from the Bible
Well, I told her I was lost
And she told all about the Pentecost
And I seen that girl as the road to my survival
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
Just later on the very same night
When I crept to her tent with a flashlight
And my long years of innocence ended
Well, she took me to the woods
Sayin' "Here comes something, and it feels so good!"
And just like a dog I was befriended, I was befriended
Oh, oh, what a night
Oh, what a garden of delight
Even now that sweet memory lingers
I was playing my guitar
Lyin' underneath the stars
Just thankin' the Lord
For my fingers
For my fingers
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
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Ballad of Spider John
04:32
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I'm in between freights, and I sure would be obliged
If I could share your company
I'm on my way to nowhere
I been runnin' from my past
Runnin' from the things I used to be
Now I know my words sound strange to you
But if you'll wait till my song is sung and my story's told
You might come to understand
Why I'm old and bent and devil's been runnin' out of time
When I long ago held a royal flush in my hand.
Oh, I was a super market fool, I was a roll-the-bank, a
Stool pigeon
Robbing my hometown
I thought I'd lost the blues, yes, I thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style
But here I sit ol' spider john
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' spider john with the loaded hand
Taking ransom
Then one day I met diamond lil
She was the sweetest thing, I declare,
That the summer breeze ever blown my way
But, lady, she had no idea my illustrious occupation
She thought I was a saint, not a sinner gone astray
But you see that word got around and lily left town
Never saw her again
Tossin' and turnin', causin' my heart to grieve
Oh, I was a super market fool, I was roll-the-bank, stool pigeon
Robbing my hometown.
I thought I'd lost my blues, thought I'd paid my dues
I thought I'd found the life to suit my style.
But here I sit ol' spider john,
The robber man
Long, tall and handsome
Yes, ol' spider john with the loaded hand
Taking ransom
That is all my story
Been these thirty years since I took to the road
Find my precious jewel one
If you see my lily, won't you give her my regards
Tell her ol' spider got tangled
In the black web that he spun
You can tell her that ol' spider got tangled
In the black web that he spun
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Mountains In Black
02:39
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mountains in back
the sky is in black
don't you let yourself wander that way
before god up in heaven
takes the clothes off your back
and a memory's all we can save
my fingers were stumped
as the hours went by
with the rays of the setting sunbeams
when the moon was appearin'
on the duskin' skyline
awful fear wrapped it's body 'round me
the kind of a person
that is always revealed
is the mind that must think to survive
where the raging, dark water
grabs ahold of his heel
he must pray that his bones are alive
i tried a long time
a long time ago
to have reached for the other side
but the bright hope of loving
was enough to repeal
swaddled me like a baby with pride
mountains in back
the sky is in black
don't you let yourself wander that way
before god up in heaven
takes the clothes off your back
and a memory's all we can save
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I used to have none
Now with you, I've got one
If I could get just one more
Then you know what you're in for
You ain't getting any sleep tonight
I hope that you girls don't fight
And I hope that you won't run away
'Cause I'm halfway to a threeway
I tried again and again
To indulge in just one sin
All you have to do is lie there
While I push aside your wheelchair
And I do everything it takes
To change your mind and apply your brakes
So I know that you can't roll away
'Cause I'm halfway to a threeway
Can't wipe the smile off my face
When you strut by in your leg brace
You just can't climb the stairs
And you ain't got any hair
I just can't get you to sit
You and your stupid epileptic fits
And I know that you can't run away
'Cause I'm halfway to a threeway
As I lay you down on my bed
It don't matter that you're brain dead
I can get so you close to ya
Now that you're in a coma
I'll make it sweet but short
When I pull out your life support
And I know that you'll just fade away
Now I'm halfway to a threeway
And I know that you'll just fade away
Now I'm halfway to a threeway
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William Otty Portland, Oregon
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