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The Wealth in Poverty
04:42
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I can’t stand to see the wealth and poverty
The sickness that is coursing through this town
On every street and every corner you can see
Another house has fallen to the ground
When those foundations cracked the comfort that we sought
It disappeared inside the banker’s purse
And we were forced to leave our home and all our loves
I couldn’t tell you which of those was worse
I don’t know if I’ll be back again
The wind’s blowing me too far to sea
It’s too late to find some meaning in this world
And it’s too late for me
When winter came my sister headed for the sun
I followed her and hoped we’d find a way
I’ve never wanted to be one of those who run
But there’s nothing in this town to make me stay
We never found the work I thought that we deserved
The minimum was all we could make
But that don’t buy you shit when Maximum is king
The daily bread ain’t worth the sweat you break
I don’t know if I’ll be back again
The wind’s blowing me too far to sea
It’s too late to find some meaning in this world
And it’s too late for me
I know I promised you that I’d be at your door
The minute that I stood on solid feet
But I have never found a footing I could stand
And never had a dollar I could keep
When love’s a luxury you take what you can get
Fidelity’s as powerless as wine
With too much drinking it’s all over in a flash
You tend to settle down with your own kind
I don’t know if I’ll be back again
The wind’s blowing me too far to sea
It’s too late to find some meaning in this world
And it’s too late for me
I've watched my sister grow up older than I was
The day we left her baby by the road
And drove on further than I ever thought we could
We drove till there was nowhere left to go
I don’t know if I’ll be back again
The wind’s blowing me too far to sea
It’s too late to find some meaning in this world
And it’s too late for me
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2. |
The Coroner
04:20
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My father’s deadly cold inside
The coroner, she waits outside
The coroner, she waits outside
She’s given us an hour to abide
And every time I close my eyes
The minutes make a break for the light
But you belong here
Who’ve never known fear
Don’t let them throw you in the ground
Throw yourself in
Throw yourself in
Throw yourself in
Load your weapons
Every time rain falls
We pray to god the water will
Lead us on. We’ll follow
But always hope to return.
For now we march, one family
Upon the dust. We’ll gladly
Recite the roads we’ve ridden.
Our fathers died. We didn’t.
Throw yourself in
Throw yourself in
Throw yourself in
Load your weapons
Four able men carry Father down to his vault
They’ve never been true to anyone at all
Now we wait for slung mud and burnt words
To come and derail the life we’ve earned
All of those pallbearers smiling sweetly in the rain
Will honor his soul but tarnish his name
Throw yourself in
Throw yourself in
Throw yourself in
Load your weapons
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3. |
Thee Blinde Wyfe
04:43
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Given light and given love, your plants won’t die
Water mixed with the sweetest stuff approaches life
We know there’s hope lost among the leaves
She went blind before her time
But found her way home
Is where my wife resides
There’s not another house can claim her
We built the bricks and spilled our blood for this
How soon it falls
I will beg, borrow, and plead for her life
Will she be here tomorrow to be my wife
On that day, we’ll hope and pray
That home will recover the same hues
Tender care can’t save them all
We’re bound to lose
Heaven picks some to fill the soil
And time is on the move
Our roots dig deep and cling to what’s beneath
Tell me that it’s been a century
I’d never know, I’d never know
I won’t let her concede to destiny
No no no, no no no
Jesus won’t call me out
I can go without
His love
I’ll take my faith with her
Though she won’t even stir
In the ground
She went blind before her time
But found her way home
Is where my wife resides
There’s not another house can claim her
We built the bricks and spilled our blood for this
How soon it falls
I will beg, borrow, and plead for her life
Will she be here tomorrow to be my wife
On that day, we’ll hope and pray
That home will recover the same hues
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4. |
Blisters
04:42
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A belt buckle clinks on the floor
Its rhythm is loveless
Another unhealing embrace
Working dry days takes its toll
The fires of old keep crackling,
Kinetic in space
And every night she awakes to find
One more blistering burn
Reappear on her chest
But she holds her tongue for fear of disturbing
The ones who keep her vigil by day
She who holds her tongue and imagines forgiveness:
The whole town desires, delights, and then pays.
She says, “Come along daddy, come to me
Show me to your tent
We each have our fires to attend
“If you come closer I swear
My touch will be pure
Though my heart is aching elsewhere”
And every night it’s the same inspired performances
Keeping my sister alive
But with each man she takes she wonders the stakes
In continuing commingling. How much is enough?
She’s tired when she wakes, her sleep seems to break her
And daily the blisters continue to burn
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New York
03:35
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I see the rain on my window
It’s been there since the day you returned
I see the rain on my window
It will not be leaving soon
New York is calling out for her sister
You ran off with the devil at your heels
New York is calling out for her sister
You can’t tell me you never thought to stay
Et quand je rêve d’elle je rêve
C’est elle, tout elle
Si chaque nuit elle vient à moi
Personne ne le voit
Et pour les heures qui donnent
Le mieux temps de ma vie:
J’éspère un jour, j’éspère un jour
D’avoir un peu de verité
It burns like a nail on my skin though
To hear you call that foreign city home
It burns like a nail on my skin though
To watch the sand keep slipping in the glass
New York is calling out for her sister
You ran off with the devil at your heels
New York is calling out for her sister
You can’t tell me you never thought to stay
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6. |
AWOL
04:28
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She pulls on her cotton dress
Got to look her relative best
The Captain’s called another march
Leading in from his front yard
And everyone’s a little tired of these games
Maybe I’ll survive this, but I won’t be the same
I collect my fallen stars
The cigarettes outside the bars
My sister’s got a different plan
She'll take her work from any man
Survival’s got a strange way of tearing up your soul
Stop to blink your eyes and you’ve grown so old
Call it surrender
I won’t stay here
I want to retreat
From all these changes
Of the past few years
I think it’s time I finally see
The average man’s ahead of me
We like to think we own our fate
But I took control a moment late
The wind and dust erase the time but help me mark the days
I’ve heard God is coming soon
I wonder what he’ll say
Call it surrender
I won’t stay here
I want to retreat
From all these changes
Of the past few years
My sister, I will move away
This town will not allow me to stay
So if I don’t see you again
Will you be my long-distance friend
Or will your letters stop coming on time
Just like our fatal family withered on the vine
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Eric Radoux Nashville, Tennessee
Multi-instrumentalist, composer, and producer inspired by the patient, pulsing energies of the surrounding world.
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