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Cradle of the Deep
04:16
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Everyone has a story about the sea
I've made my bed in the seaweed
I am a fisherman's daughter
Daughter, daughter of the water
& my grandma's buried in the sea
I am a fisherman's daughter
Daughter, daughter of the water
She always wandered the cliffs
'Til she broke her neck on Mill Bay Beach
She'd asked to be buried at sea
Her husband chose my father's ship
Rocked, rocked in the cradle
I've said goodbye to so many ships
One step away from being kissed by fish
The name of the sea be written on my lips
My father was a man of twenty-two
He did what his captain asked him to do
He filled the coffin with rocks
He prayed, prayed over the box
And watched the sea breathe
Father, father of the water
I've said goodbye to so many ships
One step away from being kissed by fish
The name of the sea be written on my lips
Rocked, rocked in the cradle
On this rock we're buried or buried
Cradle of the deep
Six fathoms deep
Kissed by the big easy
Cradle, cradle of the deep
You'd better bury me at sea
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2. |
White Lightning
02:18
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We're young, youngish
What could crush us
And the road rises up
In front of us
We're young, youngish
Miles bow down for us
What ghost could
What ghost could snuff us
Bangin' on club doors
Draggin' amps on all fours
Dancing on stage floors
Sweating whiskey, sweating whiskey
I-5 is our mistress
Our mattress and our kitchen
I-5 writes us, I-5 writes us
But never home
I've got my blood in this
Fingers encased in calluses
Mic rusted, splintered sticks
I burned my youth up for this
Bangin' on club doors
Draggin' amps on all fours
Dancing on stage floors
Sweating whiskey, sweating whiskey
We cling to dead things
Tie our hands with guitar strings
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3. |
Rattle
04:31
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1966, 1967, 1968, 1969
Motorcycle hero, motorcycle hero
Stomping across America
First, second, third, fourth
Ride on
In kickshit boots I swagger up to you
Scream right out of town
Come on son, break a bottle for me
& ride, ride on
1966, 1967, 1968, 1969
This song goes out to you
Rattle -
Out in the graveyard all night long under the stars
Wrapped in the flag, stumblin' in the dark in the graveyard
I saw the light in your hair that night under the stars
And I saw my light go out
Rattle -
Used to be you could work to eat
They said we were free
Now all the land's staked from Golden Gate
To Lady Liberty
From the Everglades to Alaska, Mt. Denali
I've got my stars, but no stripes
And I'm starving
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Whalebone Cabin
03:27
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In the dead, dead of winter
I will carry what I cannot bury
In the dead, dead of winter
I will carry what I cannot bury
And when your eyes don't open
And when your teeth be broken
And when your lips are swollen
And when your wrists are broken
I'll carry you
I'll change the tides for you
Crawl back from Alaska for you
I meant to build you a house of whale bones
When I finish the roof we'll screw on the floor
In the summer we'll carve our names
Into the door frames
I built this cabin for you
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Bauby
05:28
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Had a bitter pit in my stomach
Crow drowin' out my mouth
I fled to the white arms of the north
When it filled in from the sweltering south
I met a man who couldn't move or speak
He subsists on memories
Of his wife's naked hips and dirty mistress bed
Driving in his BMW, shaving in a hotel mirror
He's dancing in his wheelchair
Do you remember breaking bottles
I remember Viekoda
I remember Alaska
I remember the shape of a salmon
I remember the cave of our apartment
I remember the teeth of the mountains
Do you remember my love's lighter
What i keep of memories
Childhood by the edge of the sea
Brine of fish on my tongue, my family
Carnivals and fishing nets
Nights spent sweating over a man who loved me
Do you remember electric city lights
Our damp, damp tent in Santa Cruz
We wore those maps on our sleeves
Like crumpled tattoos
I remember Viekoda
I remember Alaska
I remember the shape of a salmon
I remember the cave of our apartment
I remember the teeth of the mountains
Do you remember as I remember
He used to dream of vacations countrysides
He used to dream of drunk Paris fireflies
I used to dream of barnacled pianos
I used to dream squid were washing up on beaches
Welcome to the table
Come if you are able
Welcome to the table
We feast on photos and drink up memories
Do you remember my Love's lighter
I fled to the white arms of the north
When it filled in from the sweltering south
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