1. |
There is a Price
04:03
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There is a price on every soul
Posted in the showroom of night
You chase the tail into the hole
The darkness ends just at the light
Collections come, collectors go
Their busy fingers out of sight
Pulling on ropes of smoke
Fire reflecting in their eyes
Yes, you’ll need a string to fly a kite
Hell is full with folks who tried
You can see it in their eyes
They say "There’s no escaping
From the fate you’ve been shaping"
And it grows harder
The more that you try
Pouring out of every wall
Something they call a “good time”
You taste just one then linger on
The flavor never escapes your mind
No, no, no
No
And there’s a place where people go
When they want to know exactly what they’ll find
They’re just like blood drops in the snow
People and the pain they hide
I guess you’ll need a leash to walk tonight
Hell is full with folks who’ve tried
You can hear it in their cries
They say "There’s no escaping
From the fate you’ve been shaping"
The truth sounds the best
When it’s proving you right
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2. |
Darker it Grows
02:36
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Raindrops racing on windows
Watching the sky fold
The darker it grows
Like mountains
Made out of shadows
Painted with purple
Green and sickly gold
When I smell it in the air
I feel it in my bones
Catch me
If I have fallen
From this cloud
That I’ve been
Floating around
Where no one
Is ever thirsty
But I’m from
Where I’m going
And that's underground
It's far from the sound
The rain on the tin taps out
Where you can’t hear life
Being wasted on living it down
Where the forgetting is so good
You won’t need to be forgiven now
When the blue of the sky
Offers her rose
To the Sun going down
You could lay it at the sight
Of the light of the love that I’ve found
And catch me if I've fallen
From this cloud
That I’ve been
Bathing in rose
Like raindrops
Tapping on tin roofs
Watch as the sky moves
The darker it grows
Raindrops racing on windows
Watching the sky fold
The darker it grows
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3. |
Beneath the Wheel
05:13
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Broken open
Candy coating
Every lie we’re told
Crashing hearts
Withered color
Crushed into the fold
Dripping night
Carrying rainbows
Sang like more bad news
Beneath the wheel
And drowning in the sun
Weeping shades of blue
Easter Sunday
Manic mummy
Turning in scotch tape
Pouring over
Holy rollers
Paint a sky to scrape
A carving clock
Could sing you out of
Something beautiful and true
And somewhere tomorrow
I’m remembering today
Weeping shades of blue
Under the shade of a new moon
Rolling still
Like a wheel
Rolls up a hill
Rolling still
Like a wheel
Like a wheel
Like a wheel
Sentenced to the bottle
Self oblivion
Steering for the bottom
Trying to force the wind
Into the wounded memory
How swiftly a crowd descends
The whole of human history
Is a joke that never ends
Maybe I should take your number
Maybe I should call
Summer cooks us
Gold in slumber
Nothing left for Fall
How quick it seems
We’ll feed the weeds
Forever overgrown
And like a dream
That dies and bleeds
Like everyone you’ve known
(Oh everyone will go)
Rolling still
Like a wheel
Rolls down a hill
I'm rolling
Still
Like a wheel
Like a wheel
Like it’s real
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4. |
Nurikabe
04:52
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Blood moon, entry ramp, low fuel light
The last car left on the road just passed you to the right
The whole world’s between us, whole days of night
Our sun is spilling secrets in some upside down sky
Where it’s easy to be a hero for an evening
And never hard to be a villain your whole life
When folks go looking for something to believe in
And you give them something that they’ve never really tried. . .
But that won’t stop me from
Coming home tonight
Coming home tonight
Under the cover of darkness
Where the light won’t hide
Coming home tonight
I’m coming home tonight
Under the cover of darkness
Where the sky grows wide
Coming home tonight
Coming home tonight
Under the cover of darkness
Where the light won’t hide
Coming home tonight
I’m coming home tonight
Under the cover of darkness
Where the sky grows wide
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6. |
Poison Summer
03:43
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He’s going back to California
With a life in his hands
He’s got a cold case of feet
He’s got some government stamps
To take the time and give it back
Til we don’t know where we are
We’re used to call ins
From the dead end of a company car
Now I’m not sure what this is
And there ain’t much left to do
But I get a thrill from being through
So let me go
“I’m going out for cigarettes
Be back in 24 years
And when the Angels win the pennant
We’ll share a cold case of beer”
It was a nonlethal arrest
A loaded gun in his hands
And that’s a break he’d never catch
If he was a darker skinned man
Some say “It is what it is
Not much to do about it”
I guess they don’t give a shit
This poison summer has to end
So saddle up, Billy the Kid
Poison summer’s got to end
You got a problem with the problem again
Poison summer under your skin
Are you feeling sick from the radiation?
Poison summer strikes again
Aren’t you sick and tired of burying friends?
Poison summer wearing us thin
Why
I’m lost in time
Why?
I’m lost in time
You got a problem with the problem again
Poison summer under your skin
I am sick and tired of burying friends
Poison summer strikes again
I
I’m lost in time
I
I am lost in time
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Cameron Smith Fort Worth, Texas
Cameron Smith is a folk singer and songwriter from Fort Worth, TX
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