1.Always, Always, Always, Never.
Remain close but stay away
Keep your distance but
Be careful how far you stray
Don't forget where you were born
Don't forget this moment
Don't you understand, sweetheart？
That we love you
But hate the ugly sin that you are
It may be best that you just leave
Get some help
And find some symphathy
Seven years before the drought
You looked around and said,
'This is what prosperity's about'
Pointing fingers 'til they're sore
Wasting time and waging war
And there's something kinda wrong
You're forming arguments
With lines from every old time gospel song
You heard when you were young
You just can't forget
Remain close but stay away
Keep your distance but
Be careful how far you stray
Don't forget where you were born
Don't forget this moment
And the closest thing to God
Is being next to you
In this rusted car
And I'm never going back
And I won't forget this moment
Remain close but stay away
Keep your distance but
Be careful how far you stray
Don't forget where you were born
Don't forget this moment
Don't forget this moment
Don't forget this moment
Don't forget this moment
Don't forget this moment
And the closest thing to God
Is being next to you
In this rusted car
And I'm never going back
And I won't forget this moment
2.Reunion Souvenirs
We watch our farewells circle the carousels.
Draw a distance, draw a border; it's just another barricade.
With these connection rates, it's too easy to separate
and every time I see you I'm convinced that
your accent has changed.
There is nothing in this distance that I fear
because there is one thing that will draw us all back here：
reunion souvenirs.
I'm sorry that this border draws a line
but I swear that I'll ignore it for the next time.
I can't wait to calibrate
all the things we find have changed since the last time
when the distance wasn't greater than
the connection that we had.
It's too easy to separate
when you've held us all back in 1968 (when you were standing on
that beach).
You always came at the worst times possible.
3.Burns Much Brighter
You arranged your remedies
in colour-coded piles.
The blue ones suppress, the red ones treat,
while in the throes of your denial.
You and I, we love
popping pills and shooting drugs.
I'm listless, but stable and young.
Don't just stand there, make it numb.
Holy water covers me,
it burns us from inside.
Twenty cents, as cheap as free,
but it hurts our bottom line.
You and I, we love
taking names and firing guns.
I am having too much fun,
so don't just stand there.
But you burn much brighter.
You owe yourself a lazy afternoon.
You've learned all you know from daytime radio.
4.Underground
Your hurried footsteps sound as if you're packing up and leaving
town.
Beneath the second floor every sound's exaggerated and...
this November snow, it makes it hard to see the open road.
It seems the seasons change exactly when you're desperate for
things to stay.
But if you call, well if you call
I will always answer you with words that ring with broken dreams
and are seldom ever used.
And it may come to you underground.
I wrote a clever song.
I always dreamt the crowd would sing along to my empty thoughts,
and kill the poets to save their dying art.
But if you call, well if you call
I will always answer you with words that ring with broken dreams
and are seldom ever used.
And I've never been a comfort,
'cause no one ever taught me how to grieve.
And we never quite remember,
So I'll carve our names in every fence and barely living tree.
And it may come to you in a dream or vision that you have while
you're away and underground.
5.I Asked What We Should Do. You Said, I Just Don't Want To Think
The Actual Title is：
I Asked What We Should Do, You Said 'I Just Don't Wanna Think.'
I know how your house is built.
I know where to place my guilt
so you cannot rely on me that way.
You talked of losing your political edge.
I said, 'It's hard when we're in such a mess
of sand and oil and red and white and blue.'
And while we were searching through the chest your father made,
we found a paint-by-number pleading with a print of early Monet,
'Cover up my shameful eyes.'
I asked what we should do.
You said, 'I just don't want to think.'
So we met on Sunday at the curling rink,
but you had never really learned to play.
So we threw rocks around, not caring where they'd fall.
You said it reminded you of Operation： Shock and Awe.
We just laughed about the irony.
While you stood out on the ledge, you looked at me,
then placed my hand over your face and softly said to me,
'Cover up my shameful eyes.'
And while I shrugged and said, 'What difference could I make？'
the thought occurred to me that you were one who I could have
saved.
But you just smiled at me and said, 'When you're ready,
I'm waiting for you.'
6.National Anthem
So you've been haunted by your history.
We hope your horrors find their comfort in the cold.
And if Jesus can really walk, he said
Then let him carry his own cross,
Because I'm letting grace absolve everything it can.
You're seeing ghosts in
Your hallway mirror
While you wrestle flesh and blood,
And you, you've let your hatred rhyme with love.
If you can hear me then don't let go.
You can't always mend, but you can hold.
And sober isn't everything
When you're searching for a door that opens in.
Hope hides in the smallest forms.
We're paralyzed by all your love.
You're singing, 'Oh, what a beautiful stranger I've become,'
And I'll stare until this reflection is overcome
In your hallway mirror.
7.Capture And Develop
Only the boldest admit what they can't defeat.
Every liar says what they really mean.
It takes a conflict to agree
and the darkness before we can ever truly see
(that this is all there is to see).
I'm not convinced so I leave with my camera in my backpack.
You confiscate my proofs, but I need them back.
If these buildings could only breathe,
I'd tell them how much they'll never ever mean to me,
with their permanent stare.
In my mind I have a desire,
but it's devoured by the flames in the fire.
I tried to exist like I'm anonymous
but it just wasn't worth it.
Only the strong will say I'm weakening,
but the weakest ones can't speak or request anything.
And if a criminal needs a cage,
then I swear we're only ever really half awake.
So close those weary eyes.
Capture and develop this.
8.Height Of Land
I can't decide how I should say,
'I meant all the right things. They just came out the wrong
way.'
To miss your vintage smile, I wear this weathered frown
and not much has changed since you were last in town.
There are still no new buildings where the old ones aren't,
and no one much has really gone that far.
While I'm waiting for you to save me
I'm listing all my convictions that I haven't followed through.
Somehow desire and affection are still too stubborn to
move in the same direction.
The same bad jokes make the same people laugh,
like： 'If I never leave then I'll never have to come back.'
As I signal on to our gravel road,
I'm tired of the dirt, the dust, the ice and snow.
I fear my content like I fear my loneliness.
These parts and labor are too fragile to persist.
All of our conversations trickle down the line
and they gain more details all the time.
I'm writing this from past the mills
in the St. Cyr hills
while I contemplate the smoke that always floats
in the same direction.
Can we move in the same direction？
9.Demons／Heathens
Let all the demons devour these heathens;
let all the saints say, 'I told you so!'
Behind a motel, another blatant sin;
someone repairs the tear to their own skin.
I said, 'I might swear twice as much,
but I no longer smoke.'
And those two even out, that much I know.'
As she measures the distance from the branch to the ground,
she ties the rope and laughs, 'If I'm lost at least I'll be
found.'
We'll raise our glasses and toast to your demise.
We'll let the alcohol purify our lives.
You said, 'Here is the truth and the light,
and here are the words to say,
but this is my last stop so find your own way.'
Let's raise our glasses and toast to your demise.
Let's raise our glasses and let the alcohol divide.
I'm not convinced you didn't come up with this on your own.
And as this night train rolls like blood through the city's
veins.
It makes a constant sound, if you're listening.
10.Hit Parades
11.Far Off Places
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