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Carpenter
03:40
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CARPENTER
SHE TOOK MY BALLS AND SHE TOOK MY BIKE
SHE PUT ME IN THE CORNER SAID:
"DO ANYTHING YOU LIKE BUT YOU DON'T MOVE
A TIME-OUT"
I CRIED A BIT THEN PASSED OUT
I GUESS THAT I WAS TIRED FROM MY DAY BY THE RIVER
I LOVE MY MOM, LORD I TRY
SOMETIMES WE DON'T SEE EYE TO EYE LIKE
WHEN I WAS 6 AND SHE WAS 35
BUT NOW I'VE GOT A HAMMER OF MY OWN
IT'S NOT A PLASTIC ONE
I USE IT WHEN IT'S TIME TO WRITE A SONG OR PAINT A PICTURE
I'M A CARPENTER I HAMMER
I CLATTER AND I CLAMBER ON THE ROOF
MAKE MY BED BY THE RIVER
I'M A TRAVELLER I RAMBLE
I STRUGGLE AND I SCRAMBLE
I NEED PROOF I CAN CHANGE
THE BED THAT I BEEN SLEEPING IN'S A SOFT ONE
AND THE LADY I'VE BEEN LEAVING WITH'S A SOFT ONE
BUT THE COURAGE I BEEN GIVEN IS DRAWN FROM
SONGS FROM AN OLDER AGE
SONGS OF AN OLD AGE DON'T GET YOU FAT STACKS
YOU GOTTA LEARN THE SLANG AND TALK REAL FAST
SAY SHIT LIKE
'I'M THE KINDA BROTHER WHO CAN MAKE YOU
MAKE YOURSELF FORGET THAT YOU WAS RAISED BY CAVEMEN
IN A COUNTRY FULL OF CAVEMEN'
BUT WHEN ROBBIE BURNS WAS RAPPING
WITH THE LADIES IN THE BACK ROOM
BACK IN THE 1795'S I WAS SINGING ALONG
HE WENT SLOW SOMETIMES
GOTTA LET THE WATER BOIL
AT A CRAWL SOMETIMES
GOTTA GET IT WHEN IT'S HOT
LET THE TEA STEEP
SOME GIRLS TALK A LITTLE
LET THE KIDS SLEEP
SOME GIRLS TALK A LOT
BUT I'M A CARPENTER I HAMMER
I CLATTER AND I CLAMBER ON THE ROOF
MAKE MY BED BY THE RIVER
I'M A TRAVELLER I RAMBLE
I STRUGGLE AND I SCRAMBLE
I NEED PROOF I CAN CHANGE
I THINK IT'S TIME I PUT THE TOOLS DOWN
THE TYPE OF TOOLS THAT YOU CAN USE TO TEAR THE HOUSE DOWN
WE DON'T RAISE NO FLAG, DON'T CARRY NO BANNER
BUT THE SONG THAT WE SING GONE A LONG TIME
SING FATHER, MOTHER
I'LL BE GOOD TO YOU
SING BROTHER, LOVER
I'LL BE GOOD
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Little Rogue
02:51
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LITTLE ROGUE (PLANXTY MICKEY COSTELLO)
LITTLE ROGUE HE WROTE
LITTLE ROGUE I WISH YOU WOULD COME OVER
LITTLE ROGUE I KNOW
LITTLE ROGUE I KNOW JUST WHY HE LOVES YOU
FROM THE ISLAND TO THE PORT OF ENTRY, DARLING
CROSS THE CONTINENT AGAIN YOU GO
LEAVE A TRAIL OF BROKEN HEARTS BEHIND YOU
SMOKING CIGARETTES LIKE FAIRY TALES
AND WOE TO THOSE WHO CROSS YOU
LITTLE IRISH NOSE
SAN FRANSISCAN CLOTHES AND TURNING OVER
WONDER WHERE SHE WENT
EVERY NIGHT IS SPENT WATCHING SOMEONE GO TO BED
WITH SOMEONE ELSE YOU'D LIKE TO KNOW
FROM THE ISLAND TO THE PORT OF ENTRY, DARLING
CROSS THE CONTINENT AGAIN YOU GO
LEAVE A TRAIL OF CIGARETTES BEHIND YOU
BROKEN CARRIAGES AND MERRY TALES
YOU SLIGHTED DEATH AGAIN
ALL THE FAIRIES WANT THEIR FRECKLES BACK
WOE TO THOSE THAT CROSS YOU
WE LOOK FOR OUR CLARITY IN SOUND AND SILENCE
FROM THE FAIR BACK TO THE LAIR WE GO
LITTLE ROGUES AND CENTIPEDES AND SMILING TIGERS
WON'T DETER ME FROM MY ROAD
I'M GRATEFUL FOR THE YEARS THAT PASS
I'LL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF DEATH
ENLIGHTENMENTS A BORING PATH
THE FAIRIES WANT THEIR FRECKLES BACK
BUT I PREFER MY BUBBLE BATH
FROM THE ISLAND TO THE PORT OF ENTRY, DARLING
CROSS THE CONTINENT AGAIN YOU GO
LEAVE A TRAIL OF BROKEN HEARTS BEHIND YOU
SMOKING CIGARETTES LIKE FAIRY TALES
AND WOE TO THOSE WHO CROSS YOU
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Home Like A Nomad
04:45
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HOME LIKE A NOMAD
OUT OF THE SKY THE POLICE CAME
TECHNICOLOR COSTUMES, SIRENS A-FLAME
WE WERE DRUNKARDS THEN, AND WE'RE DRUNKARDS STILL
BOTTLE IN THE GUTTER AND YOU RUN LIKE A MUTHR FUCKR
NO YOU CAN'T CATCH ME
I'VE GOT MY ROAD THAT SETS ME FREE
LAY DOWN YOUR LOAD AND RUN WITH ME
WE'LL FIND HOME LIKE A NOMAD
LOVE LIKE AN OLD MAN LOVE AN OLD MAID
EVERYBODY COME HOME
DEATH IN A CORSET, DEATH IN A CASKET
HEAVEN IN A BUCKET GO TO HELL IN A BASKET
WE DONE ALRIGHT, NAH WE DUN ALL RONG
IT HAUNTS ME IN MY DREAMS AT NIGHT
I CAN'T FORGET A THING THAT I DONE
NEVERMIND, BROTHER, IT WAS GOOD FOR ME
AIN'T GOT TO PAY MONEY WE CAN SWIM FOR FREE
TURN THE RADIO OFF AND WE CUT THE A.C.
TOOK A ROOK TO THE QUEEN
AND A ROUTE TO THE CITY
NO YOU CAN'T CATCH ME
I'VE GOT MY ROAD THAT SETS ME FREE
LAY DOWN YOUR LOAD AND RUN WITH ME
WE'LL FIND HOME LIKE A NOMAD
LOVE LIKE AN OLD MAN LOVE AN OLD MAID
EVERYBODY COME HOME
DRESSING LIKE A CROOK'LL MAKE A RICH MAN THINK
GOT HIS HEAD IN A BOTTLE AND HIS STOMACH IN THE SINK
I SOLD SIXTEEN BARS OF THE HOMEGROWN GREEN GRASS
MANILLA ENVELOPES, YOU CUT UP A COUPLE CANTELOPES
FEAST LIKE A KING WHEN YOU ROLL LIKE A FARMER
SWING LOW CHARIOT, CARRY IT ACROSS THE BORDER
LAWD, I THOUGHT I WAS GONE
THE GIRL FROM THE RECORD STORE'S
COMING FOR TO CARRY ME HOME
NO YOU CAN'T CATCH ME
I'VE GOT MY ROAD THAT SETS ME FREE
LAY DOWN YOUR LOAD AND RUN WITH ME
WE'LL FIND HOME LIKE A NOMAD
LOVE LIKE AN OLD MAN LOVE AN OLD MAID
EVERYBODY COME HOME
TRIED TO MAKE A GREEN SONG RIPE FOR THE PICKING
I THOUGHT ABOUT IT TOO LONG, MY BRAIN STARTED STICKING
TO THE INSIDE OF MY MOUNTAIN-HEADED HOLE
I WASN'T TRYING TO CONFUSE YOU
I WANTED JUST A LITTLE BIT OF
SOUL IN MY IMAGINATION, SOUL ALL IN MY BED
I WANTED SOUL TO RING ACROSS THE NATION
SOUL TO SAVE THE PRESIDENT SUIT
UP AND THE MUSE MAKE THE MINDS OF MEN DANCE
WEED IS AT THE MERCY OF THE GARDENER'S HANDS
NO YOU CAN'T CATCH ME
I'VE GOT MY ROAD THAT SETS ME FREE
LAY DOWN YOUR LOAD AND RUN WITH ME
I'VE GOT MY ROLLER SKATES ON
SMUGGLERS RUNNING TIL THE BREAK OF DAWN
SING ABOUT THE ROAD THAT SET US FREE
WE'LL FIND HOME LIKE A NOMAD
LOVE LIKE AN OLD MAN LOVE AN OLD MAID
EVERYBODY COME HOME
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the Anchorless
04:08
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SHE TOOK OFF IN A BOAT FROM HERE
IT WASN'T A TYPICAL BOAT
IT HAD NO ANCHOR NOR NO LINES TO TIE TO NO PORT OF NO MAN
AND SHE LEFT BEHIND THE THOUGHT OF SEEING LAND AGAIN
SHE LEFT A TREASURE CHEST WITH NOTHING IN IT
BUT BOOKS AND POEMS SHE'D NEVER FINISHED
DREAMS COME AND DREAMS GO
HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW
WHAT DREAMS ARE REAL
AND WHAT DREAMS ARE
SHE WAS WICKED AND KIND SHE WAS WISE AND DAFT
SHE WAS BLIND AND DEAF AND SHE CRIED WHEN SHE LAUGHT
SHE SHOOK LIKE A BED AND SHE CRACKED LIKE A CLOWN
BUT HER HALO WAS AS BLINDING AS THE LINING ON A CLOUD
SHE HAS WOODEN TEETH SHE HAS COPPER TOES
AND SHE WHISTLES LIKE A SAILER THROUGH THE GALES THAT SHE BLOWS
HER SAILS ARE ALL HOLY, HER MASTS UPSIDE DOWN
BUT HER CAPTAIN IS FEARLESS HER COMPASS SAYS 'LOOK AT ME NOW'
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No Mail Yet Blues
04:20
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NEVER GET A DAY OF REST IN THE CITY
NEVER GET A DAY OF REST
THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING BURNING UP IN HERE
SOMETHING BURNING UP
AND I'M JUST WAITING FOR MY MAIL TO COME
WAITING FOR MY MAIL TO COME
WAITING FOR MY MAIL
AND THEN I'M GONE
PEOPLE HERE DON'T TALK LIKE ME
PEOPLE HERE DON'T TALK
AND I WAS LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO LOVE
LOOKING FOR SOMEONE TO LOVE
AND WAITING FOR MY MAIL TO COME
WAITING FOR MY MAIL TO COME
I WAS WAITING FOR MY MAIL
AND THEN I'M GONE
WHEN I SAY "I MAKE THE MUSIC"
THEY SAY "BLUES BROTHER, BLUES"
BLUES BROTHER BLUES
BLUES, BROTHER, BLUES
WELL, I DO NOW
LOVERS IN THE CORNER
LAWYERS IN THE BASEMENT
PACKETS OF CONFETTI IN THE TRUNK OF THE CAR
I'M BIKING TO THE COUNTRY
NEVER GONNA LEAVE IT AGAIN
I SWEAR MOMMA, I'M A COUNTRY BOY
GOT BEANS AND POTATOS LIKE A FOREST COMING OUT OF THE WALL
BUT GIVE ME THE MUSE OR I WON'T EAT NOTHING AT ALL
PINCHERS ON THE CORNER
TAKE ALL OF YOUR MONEY
I HANDED HER A $20 'FORE I SAW HER DISQUISE
YOU CAN TELL IT IN A MINUTE: MAFIA MADONNA
LOOKING IN YOUR POCKETS WITH HER SNAKE-ASS EYES
OTHER GUYS IN THE SHADOWS WAITING ANYTIME
TO RUN FROM THE LAW
BUT SHE GAVE ME THE MUSE FOR ALMOST NOTHING AT ALL
HAVE YOU HEARD THE VEDAS?
PICTURES OF THE SCRIPTURES
WRITTEN IN A HURRY IN THE BACK OF THE BARN
SERPENTS IN THE STABLES
RATS UNDER THE TABLES
GET THEM ALL TOGETHER CAUSE WE'RE GONNA PERFORM
I GET OFF ON THE SUN AND THE MOON
AND IT'S AFTER THE FALL
SO GIVE ME THE MUSE,
CAUSE I DON'T NEED NOTHING AT ALL
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The Dibley Girl
03:48
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THE DIBLEY GIRL
ONE BECAME AN AGENT FOR THE QUEENS ARMY
HE COULD HEAR 100 MILES IF HE COULN'T SEE
HE COULD SPEAK A DOZEN LANGUAGES AND WRITE A DOZEN MORE
WHICH IS WHY THEY CALLED HIM IN ABOUT THE DIBLEY GIRL
TWO BECAME A LEGEND IN THE BILLIARD HALLS
HE COULD OUTPLAY ANY RODENT WITH A PING-PONG BALL
HIS WHISKERS WERE PERSIMMON AND HIS COAT WAS PALE
HE HAD A SPECIAL INTEREST IN THE DIBLEY GIRL
THREE WAS LIKE THE BIGGEST MOUSE YOU'VE EVER SEEN
HE WAS STRONG ENOUGH TO OPEN UP THE DISH MACHINE
HE WAS FRIENDS WITH ALL THE LITTLE PUNKS BENEATH THE STAIRS
SO THEY PUT HIM ON THE CASE AGAINST THE DIBLEY GIRL
THE DIBLEY GIRL WAS SLEEPING IN A BED OF HAY
IN A FEILD WITH ALL THE COWS IN COLDEST NOROWAY
THE WINTERY WINDS CAME WEEPING O'ER THE FEILDS OF ICE
WHILE CREEPING THROUGH THE SHADOWS CAME...
THE THREE BLIND MICE!
SEE HOW THEY RUN?
SHE NEVER KNEW THE MOTIVE OR THE REASONS WHY
PERHAPS IT WAS THE 4 & 20 BLACKBIRD PIE
THE MOUSLINGS CAME UPON HER IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
AND FELL SQUEAKING ON THE SHRIEKING DIBLEY GIRL
SHE WOKE WITH A START AND OPENED HER EYES
TO THREE LITTLE GUYS WITH THREE LITTLE NEEDLES
SHE LET OUT A LAUGH AND CUT THEM IN HALF
THEY WENT RUNNING BACK, BUT MISSING THEIR TWEEDLES
AND I COULD HAVE ADVISED THEM BEFORE THEIR FOIL:
THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR FUCKING WITH THE DIBLEY GIRL
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the Old Man & the Sea
05:06
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OLD MAN AND THE SEA
HE CAUGHT A WATER BALLOON IN HIS EYE
IT BURST LIKE A BOMB AND HE WANTED TO CRY
HE WAS AN OLD MAN
BUT THE BICYCLE BANDITS KEPT PEDALLING BY
HE NEVER COULD CATCH THEM
HOW THOSE YOUNG FELLOWS FLY
WELL GADDAM
AND THE TALL THIN TOMBSTONES
WERE WAITING ON A STRONG WIND
HE BOUGHT A TICKET FOR THE LIBERTY LINE
PACKED UP HIS BAGS AND HE NEVER LOOKED BACK
TOOK THE TUNNEL TO THE STATION LIKE A MAN IN HIS PRIME
HE WAS AN OLD MAN
AND THE GREY LINE STEAM TRAIN
WOULD WHISTLE AND SHAKE
SPENT ALL HIS MONEY ON A SHIP AND A SAIL
HE WATCHED FROM THE WATER AS THE EMPIRE FELL
HE WAS AN OLD MAN
AND THE TALL THIN TOMBSTONES
WOULD CRUMBLE TO DUST
AND THE GREY LINE STEAM TRAIN
WOULD WEATHER AND RUST
BUT HIS TAIL-FINN STREAM-LINE
GATHERED A GUST OF THE OCEAN SPRAY
COME ON OLD MAN, SAIL AWAY
(ONE WHITE HAIR AND ANOTHER WHITE HAIR
ANOTHER WHITE HAIR AND A SILVER HAIR THERE
LOOKING OLD MAN, LOOKING OLD)
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HAIL THE COMING DAY
STEP 1: WAKE UP
YOU'RE JUST A BOY YOU AIN'T GOT ANY MONEY
YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT DAY IT IS
STEP 2: SIT UP
NOISE IN THE ALLEY
CONVERSATION OF THE TROLLEY TO THE STATION
AND THE NEWS BOYS
HAIL THE COMING DAY
HAIL THE COMING DAY
HAIL THE COMING OV THE ONE I LOVE
STEP 3: GET OUT OF BED
YOU'VE GOT A TRAIN TO CATCH
AIN'T GOT A TICKET SO YOU GOTTA HOLD ONTO THE BACK
THE BUS SWAYS, THE BOY STAYS
THE MUSIC PLAYS
EVRY PIDGEON IN THE PARK PARADES
THEY HAIL THE COMING DAY
HAIL THE COMING DAY
HAIL THE COMING OV THE ONE I LOVE
STEP 4: LOOK AT WHAT YOU COULD BECOME
COULD MAKE A SON OF A BITCH OR A SON OF A BUM
COULD BE A FISHERMAN CATCHING A WAVE
A WAVE CATCHING A FISH
A FISH CATCHING A COLD
A COLD CAUGHT IN A PIETRY DISH
COULD BE A DISHWASHER PISSING ON A PEE-TREE
OR A PISS-DRUNK POET SETTING BIRDS FREE
TO HAIL THE COMING DAY
HAIL THE COMING DAY
HAIL THE COMING OV THE ONE I LOVE
STEP 5: WHAT'S THAT GOT TO DO WITH ME?
I'M JUST A PISS DRUNK POET WITH A WORD TO FREE
I THOUGHT ABOUT IT A LOT
ALL THE THINGS I COULD DO
I DON'T WANT TO DO A THING WITHOUT YOU
HAIL THE COMING DAY
HAIL THE COMING DAY
HAIL THE COMING OF THE ONE I LOVE
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IN THE SUMMER WHEN THE DAYS SEEM LONGER
AND THE MOON SHINES WARM
I'LL SING YOU A SONG ABOUT HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER
I WILL WAKE WHEN THE SUN IS A-RISING
LIKE THE SUN I'LL SMILE ON THE LAND
I'LL GIVE THANKS FOR THE BLOOD IN MY BODY
WITH MY BODY I'LL DANCE THE DANCE OF THE DAWN
THAT'S HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER
I'LL LOOK IN YOUR EYES WHEN I'M TALKING
I WON'T TALK BUT TO TELL YOU I AM
I SHALL RAISE UP YOUR CHILDREN WITH STRONG HANDS
WITH YOUR HANDS I'LL PLAY THE DRUMS OF THE DAY
THAT'S HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER
IN THE SUMMER WHEN THE DAYS SEEM LONGER
AND THE MOON SHINES WARM
I'LL SING YOU A SONG ABOUT HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER
I'LL REST IN THE EVE IN YOUR GARDEN
IN YOUR GARDENS I'LL PLANT ALL MY GOLD
I SHALL WALK EVRYWHERE I'M NOT SAILING
EVRYWHERE THAT I GO I'LL SMILE ALL MY SOUL
THAT'S HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER
I SHALL GATHER THE DEWFALLS AND DEADFALLS
I'LL BUILD YOU A FIRE IN YOUR PLACE
WHEN THE LAST OF THE DAYLIGHT HAS GONE
I'LL SING YOU A SONG I MADE WHEN I WAS YOUNG
ABOUT HOW I'LL BE WHEN I'M OLDER
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Balladir is the creative musical workings of Travis Puntarelli, a song-carver who hails from Bloomington, Indiana.
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