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Copper County
04:44
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There was truth in what they sold you, the dream they took away
And now they wanna run you off your land
So you're gatherin' your bullets, you're gonna fight a war
They ain't gonna take this place while ya stand
They tell you "move aside, son, there is copper in your creek bed"
You see greed & murder in their eyes
You say "come and take it, you thievin' sons of bitches
and we'll just see who survives"
Sent your family away so when the bullets started flying
Ain't no one you love would get cut down
Now it's just you behind the door of your cabin
And the company men surround
You ain't gonna be put down, they ain't gonna take your life, no
Not today without a fight
So you're gonna come out upright and with your guns blazin'
And hope some of these bastards die
Chorus:
You can't think of anything, but tomorrow
You will be in the arms that you love
You can't think of anything, but tomorrow
You will be in the arms of God
Now you're lying on the ground in a pool of your own blood
Oh you lost, but Lord you tried
You say "take what you want, you thievin' sons of bitches
cuz I died with my pride"
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2. |
Judgement Day
03:12
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Where once was fire, it's gone away
Now only smoke in its place
And no one stopped me 'fore I say
It's Judgement Day, Judgement Day
Take my hand, we'll leave this place
Far behind us, they will stay
Everything changes day by day
Don't look back, just look away
It grows cloudy as I lay
No one beside me except a name
Where once was a fire, it's gone away
It's Judgement Day
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Hang Man
03:23
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Hang man, hang man, wait a while and see
I wanna die knowing if my brother come for me
Hang man, hang man, wait patiently
I wanna die knowin' if my brother come for me
I wanna stand at the top of the mountain and I wanna know
Which god I called to is comin' for my soul
I wanna stand at the top of the mountain and I wanna know
Don't give a damn which god is comin' for my soul
Hang man, hang man, wait a while and see
I wanna die knowin' if my brother come for me
Hang man, hang man, wait patiently
I wanna die knowin' if my brother come for me
Hang me, oh hang me, hang me from a tree
Ain't no god gonna forgive my indecency
Ain't no god, no god, no god here on the tree
Ain't no god gonna restore my humanity
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The floorboards hold your imagination
The dust fall laughed at your jokes
Up in here, there's a situation
A kind of love you have invoked
The creeping words settle on your shoulder
The Great lake speaks of her ghosts
Carry on, one more fallen soldier
One more sunken iron boat
The witches heart was all set to smolder
You gripped the neck ever so
Nothing spilled was ever gained and no words
Ever came from dried out throats
The woods at night see you dreaming
These sullen days give you pause
Thoughts will never cease their streaming
These wolves will never hide their claws
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I woke up again
I thought that I was
The ghosts are my friends
And I never was
I woke up again
Heart beating so loud
Like waves rushing in
Boats sinking down
If you would come to me
Broken sailor on the sea
I'd listen so close just to know
If you would call to me
Ghostly sailor on the sea
I would lend you my voice
I swear
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6. |
In the Forest
05:54
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Our tongues are for tying like hands behind our backs
And our eyes are for sighting the night clothed Bible black
We see we are wasted when the cold winter sky
Brushes our faces, kissing our gray eyes
Chorus:
In the forest now, I see
Bits of broken bones of trees
My only comfort is in their eyes
We are lost, we are found by following the stars
Pieces of heaven we view from the car
We are young, we are old
This story has been told
Down through the ages
Could you be so bold?
(chorus)
We are one, we are all
In the story of The Fall
Ain't no use, ain't no use
Cuz we're comin' for the call
(chorus)
And the clouds, they roll on in
Teach me to begin again
Sending shivers
Down my spine
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On a Sunday
03:55
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We set out on a Sunday
Ain't no one way to go
When the dying man looks in your eyes
You best do as your told
And I long for the end of the road
Where the cross and the bearer are holed up
And there I meet a man with a suitcase
who says "don't go that way"
I drank into stupor
Before I could be overcome
By the weight of the wishing world
By the weight of my own thumb
Pressed against my temple
Trying to cast the demons aside
But there wasn't a thing I could do
But to run, but to run and to hide
We set out on a Sunday
What other day could we go
And we ran so far from the truth
We could no longer know
But when the debt man comes at you
Just like a thief in the night
You better do what he tells you to
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Stained Glass Serenade
04:52
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In the frost-bitten air, wrote your name on a window pane
But when I put my fist through the glass, it was a different kind of stained
The gathering clouds grew fierce, a tempest beneath your face
Tempted me to try again, in neither time nor place
Chorus:
But, oh my grace has gone away
But, oh my lord, I've gone astray
Over you
And what you put me through
Sometimes we pick up the pieces
Of the puzzles that fall apart
Or sometimes we take the jig saw
And cut out our hearts
So if I have done anything
That you cannot forgive
I will do most everything
Just to make you forget
(chorus)
(chorus)
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Whiskey Run Dry
02:58
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Won't you come and see me when it's over
When all the whiskey has run dry
Between the breathing and the bastards
I can think of two reasons to lie
And don't save me for your savior
I'm already claimed
My faith as always just an anchor
To hold me down when midnight came
Won't you come and see me when I'm sober
If that day every comes
When all the cups that runneth over
Are replaced with none
And don't you carry my body
To plant in the ground
I wanna go when no one's watching
And not make a sound
The drink has gone dry
My throat has, too
I'm fixin' to die
Here without you
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When the times turns the ages
And clocks no longer tick
The old man waiting on the corner
Waves goodbye to all of this
And happiness is sold by the bottle
Or else the bars would all close down
And even if you don't look like a model
You can still be the prettiest girl in town
Chorus 1:
Cuz there's no place where you could run to
Better than where you're going
And leavin' all of your troubles
Is easy as
Being alone
And all the doors swing wide open
But they don't let anyone inside
And even as that big gate closes
You can see why Peter denied
Chorus 2:
Cuz there ain't no place worth going
That you have not already been
Each one (drink) has got you knowin'
It ain't nothing, but pretend
Here at the end
UNTITLED NOT SO SECRET SONG
Don't feel much like writing this down again
Don't feel much like spending the ink
Won't be smokin' that last cigarette
Even if it helps me to think
Don't feel much like takin' one on the chin
Don't feel much gettin' sober
Don't feel much like takin' one on the chin
Cannot wait 'til it's over
But we sat in the park, talked until dawn
You told me something I hadn't heard
We sat in the park, talked all night long
Told me something I hadn't heard
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Great Lakes Ghost Detroit, Michigan
Great Lakes Ghost is Dano Alexander, a Michigan native who grew up in the cold northern bits and eventually moved to the less cold, Detroity bits, but never managed to shake Superior from his bones. These songs are the results of that Yooper soul that just won't let go. Live contributors to Great Lakes Ghost have been Shaun Wisniewski, Thomaz Maia Carvalhaes, and Andrew Templeton. ... more
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