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Down with the Ship
04:01
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Well it was sold to me,
Bought and paid for like the air we breathe
And make you no mistake,
That door is open but there ain't no escape
Save for the purest breed,
More bent on killing than for learning how to lead
So when I stepped through the divide,
Saw lies in tatters scattered on the hillside
And you'd imagine my surprise,
Revelation like the stars in the skies
Then anger reared its ugly head,
Born of the bullshit we've been spoon fed
There's ammunition in this script,
Can't hide that fearful tremble in your lower lip,
The wasted efforts slipping through your finger tips,
You're goin' down with the ship
A good, hard look around,
Ain't such a thing no more as finding solid ground
Lord knows these times are strange,
The blinding of the fray, defining of the age
The earth is singin' out in grief,
Of what we've all allowed ourselves to come to be
You better pull down on the shades,
Turn your eyes as the world begins to fade
Don't look to heavens for relief,
You knew it all along, indifference was a thief
So now there's panic in your mind,
The truth was plain in front of you to find
You're running out of clever quips,
Once so certain, now a victim of the whip,
The wasted efforts slipping through your finger tips
You're goin' down with the ship
Well I know my family line,
Know you're so bloodless that you're thinkin' you're divine
Know what I am and what I ain't,
Know what's a-comin' ain't for a group of hearts so faint
Maybe this night will be the last,
You'll find me standing where that holy light was cast
More likely I will sing this song,
Fall as I may somewhere between the right and wrong
And I ain't got no degree,
I never even took the SAT
And I've been blind before,
Still I can see what's waitin' behind that door
Eyes wide with horror as it slips,
Betrayed my only friend, I find I've lost my grip
Whatever's left of me, I know they're sure to strip
I'm goin' down with the ship
You're goin' down with the ship
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2. |
Catoctin Lullaby
04:46
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So easily ignored,
So needed by us all,
Carried on the breeze,
Like a spent leaf a-fallin'
To drift aimlessly to a slow motion end
Driftin' senselessly to a slow motion end
A shame to forget,
To whom we owe this debt,
Born of ash and returned anew,
That old spent leaf a-fallin' that once held the dew
Driftin' aimlessly towards a slow motion end,
Driftin' senselessly to a slow motion end,
The air is cooler down by the creek,
Where it bends through the hollow
In the midst of July's jealous heat,
My muddy dreams of tomorrow
He who pays the piper calls the tune,
The abandoned faces sing the blues,
Eyes filled with desperation like a wildflower trying to bloom
Triumphantly for a slow motion end
I said defiantly through a slow motion end
Best I can figure the shade is winning,
And I was born tired,
Until the madness quits its spinning,
I'll walk through the fire
The air is cooler down by the creek,
Where it bends through the hollow
In the midst of July's jealous heat,
My muddy dreams of tomorrow
And by first light of everyday,
Again this old heart finds new ways to break,
Every ache in every brittle bone will cry out for freedom,
To end all this bleedin'
I just don't want to be lied to...
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Death Sentence
02:36
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Aside from livin' just to breathe,
Heart's desire just to beat,
Everything you've ever known you've found to be a lie
Fear becomes your only friend,
A death sentence in the end,
Never let yourself come close to asking why
I'm that old rock wall that lines the village lane
I'm the mud caked to the toe of your boot just prayin' for the rain
I'm revolution waiting at your door,
No use in fighting, you don't know what you're fighting for
What are you fighting for?
Aside from livin' just to breathe,
Heart's desire just to beat,
Everything you've ever known you've found to be a lie
Fear becomes your only friend,
A death sentence in the end,
Never let yourself come close to asking why
The coyotes call your hour,
The blackbird at your window pane
Your mind's a padlock rusted shut, pastime for the rain
You're persecution to beat the drum of war,
No use in fighting, you don't know what you're fighting for
What are you fighting for?
Bury your head, blind the eye
Terrified of livin', and you're terrified to die,
Dog days of summer I was born
And i've found a reason, a lesson learned worth fighting for
What are you fighting for?
Aside from livin' just to breathe,
Heart's desire just to beat,
Everything you've ever known you've found to be a lie
Fear becomes your only friend,
A death sentence in the end,
Never let yourself come close to asking why...
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Max Redding & The Dogwood Gospel Catoctin, Virginia
Max Redding & The Dogwood Gospel is a hard driving, energetic blend of alt-country and punk rock hailing from Furnace Mountain, Virginia.
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