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True Believer
02:47
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You can dance until you break your legs
or until the song is over
I’d catch my death to catch your breath
because I am a true believer
You can sing until you break your neck
or until this song is over
but don’t you heed a word I breathe
because I am a true believer
You’ve been a forest
where I’ve been for miles
You’ve been a light to my blindness
it’s no recourse to say what’s worse
being walked on or run over
so come in here, come here right now
if You can, come in colors
come and sit yourself right down
upon my true believer
Alberta let your hair hang down
all upon your shoulders
I’d catch my death to catch your breath
because I am a true believer
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2. |
Steady As She Goes
02:02
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Steady as she goes
when she don’t need you no more
she’s walking down the middle of the street
and pickups drop their loads at her feet
and you think how can I oppose
her will as it rose
topple your little tower where it stands
bombed you inside out like Kurdistan
slapped you when you tried to kiss her hand
Steady as she goes
her legs they seem to grow
she looks naked when she’s clothed
that’s how she sees right through you, you suppose
how she lined up all of your ducks in rows
and shot them down
as steady as she goes
steady as she goes
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3. |
Hunting Moon
03:17
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I am beneath the hunting moon
my woman she, does sway and swoon
if it’s your will to come here soon
please be aware of my hunting moon
my arms are strong, my limbs won’t break
even when this earth does quake
I wake at dusk, I sleep at noon
here beneath my hunting moon
I’ll hunt you here, I’ll hunt you there
I’ll hunt you where you’re least aware
I promise I will find you soon
underneath my hunting moon
the hunting moon is round and bright
and this ballad rides it’s light
murder is a currency
etched into it’s melody
and as my mind drifts to the past
this melody was built to last
your future will be here soon
underneath my hunting moon
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4. |
Right Wing Folk Yourself
02:10
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Oh it always blows me down
it pulls my house apart
your desperate desperado right wing
does not hide your heart
There are creatures born to be behind
whatever puts them forth
& they will burn by their own ends
for what their ends are worth
What have you done
for anyone
there's a tear in your right wing
Right wing sing
right wing cry
right wing make me laugh
right wing take your place in line
on both sides of the path
People in my world describe
where right wing folk reside
locked in mutinous mutations
of their own design
What have you done
for anyone
there's a tear in your right wing
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5. |
No Further Down
04:07
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Every time I try and see your face
some stranger's head slips into your place
a total eclipse of you to me
that everyone else gets to see
Every time I try and raise my head
These horrible birds alight on my neck
and when I start to speak, they start to peck
and they render me a nervous wreck
Every time I try and speak your name
my mouth fills up with smoke and flames
and I burn my house and the earth does quake
and my dragon heart does break
I get tied up and I get tied down
the tracks are revealed and the train’s comin’ ‘round
I can see it so clear when there’s no further down
but that’s always when they release the hounds
So batten your hatch and raise the roof
suckle your babies on hundred proof
don’t just grab what you can get
grab what you were born to lose
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6. |
What I Can't Do
02:17
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I’ve been fishing for pennies
shopping in cemeteries living in a stand alone past
secretly pushing a total fucking pain in the ass
into every shopper who would dare to fish my stream
who am I to say what I can’t do
Garbage kicks up garbage dust while Walser goes for walks
and I’m eating cheese while Kafka just sits there and talks
but what do I do when my enemy stops wearing socks
who am I to say what I can’t do
I’ll stay alive, and you’ll stay alive
it’s as good as a catch as catch can
if I was a goldfish I’d quickly be killing this man
but I can’t decide who is hollow or who has been canned
who am I to say what I can’t do
papers they pile up fishing in obituaries
for things I don’t know anymore
I’ve been dreaming a dream of some big Babylon score
all it did was leave me just wanting more
who am I to say what I can’t do (x2)
I’ve been fishing for pennies
shopping in cemeteries living in a stand alone past
secretly pushing a total fucking pain in the ass
into every shopper who would dare to fish my stream
and if you know me, you know what I mean
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Timesbold Portland, Oregon
Timesbold is a band of two or twenty people depending on who’s counting. Been putting out records for about twenty years depending on who’s counting. It’s been several years since the last Timesbold record depending on who’s counting. But we’re very happy to be back. And we hope to see y’all soon. ... more
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