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Jack
05:01
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Jack:
(Mother)
Brave boy, give your mother a kiss
The woods are not as dark as they seem.
Don’t tear your shirt on brambles,
Don’t wander from the path,
Be sure to leave an offering by the stream.
The River King loves burdock best,
The Rusalka honey wine,
Don’t talk to any strangers
And be home by supper time.
(Hawker)
My Fine Young Man!
I’ve got something that you might like
Stray a little farther from the road
A golden goose, some magic beans!
Not everything is as it seems!
Don’t heed your mother’s warning,
you’re almost grown.
If every boy in every story had listened to his mother,
There’d be no more tales to tell around the fire
Cuz Jack he fought the Giant, and Hansel killed the witch,
I might be selling snake oil, but I ain’t no liar.
La-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da,
Come a little closer, Jack…
La-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da,
It’s time to wander front he path.
La-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da,
Tuck this little treasure in your pack
La-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da,
You can take it, but you can’t take it back.
Don’t the shade feel nice? Just a little farther now
You’ll be the next famous Jack to stand out from the crowd
Try on these magic boots, buy a thimble of gold,
I’ve got a lot of secrets, but secrets can be sold!
La-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da,
Come a little closer, Jack…
La-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da,
It’s time to wander front he path.
La-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da,
Tuck this little treasure in your pack
La-da-da-da-da-da, La-da-da-da-da,
You can take it, but you can’t take it back.
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2. |
Card Shark
02:53
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How can it be that this is not the way that it had been foretold?
How can I tell if you still wanna play, or is it time to fold again?
Oh darling come a little closer, let me take you by the hand
There’s no need to flush and stammer when you’re under my command
And I’ll bet you’re a betting man so come and throw your chips all in
Because a Queen can’t rule unruly Subjects if she never wins.
So come and meet me at the trash heap, bring some whiskey and a knife
Cuz She’s a bloodhound for that Ace of Spades and the wager is your Life
Yeah she’s got 52 good reasons why you shouldn’t kiss and tell
And a hundred jealous suitors waiting at the Gates of Hell!
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The Summer King
04:20
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Quiet by a river in the middle of June
I lost my virtue in the weeds
As through the water calm & clear
The Summer King he Called to Me
He took my hand and pulled me down
And in a voice like Spring he said
“Leave your cares on the mossy floor
And with me lay on the river bed”
I will not see Autumn’s fire,
No more shall I fear the frost
I shall slake my sweet desire
Lovelorn, fearless, I am lost
A hyacinth scepter and a river birch throne,
Spatterdock Tobacco in a Dutchman’s pipe
A firefly procession and a bullfrog choir
A Summer rain on our Wedding Night.
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“I’ll give it to you straight,” said the Deputy,
“I lost ‘em on the Interstate doing 105,
They passed me on the right, and they were singin,
‘You’ll never take us alive! It’s our wedding night
We made our vows in the meadow in the dead of night
I will be his Forest, he will be my Light,’”
Mothman:
You’ll never take us alive! He’s got the strength of the Pines,
And I’ve got great big red round light-eating eyes
You take a picture of him? I’ll take your Goddamn Life!
I love the way that he moves when he’s down on all fours,
I love his big hairy hands, I love the way that he roars!
Our love is something that the world ain’t ready for…
So floor it.
Bigfoot:
He found me in the middle of the summer,
Further East than I had ever traveled before
He said “I saw us in the future, in the future we were happy,”
And he walked around his Chevy and he opened the door.
Said “I’ve been running so long, and I know that you’ve been hiding,
And we shouldn’t have to live like this anymore,
And the world will know our love and the world will know our faces
If I had you by my side I wouldn’t care anymore.”
Let’s get married! Let’s burn down every fucking gift shop!
Let’s live like legends! And scare the shit out of the cops!
Let’s start a family! We’ll invite everyone we love.
Live on a homestead! And build the world that we’ve been
Dreaming of.
…YUP!!!
Let’s get married! Let’s burn down every fucking gift shop!
Let’s live like legends! And scare the shit out of the cops!
Let’s start a family! We’ll invite everyone we love.
Live on a homestead! And build the world that we’ve been
Dreaming of.
And when we’re married…
and when we’ve burned down every fuckin gift shop…
When we’re the legends
That scared the shit out of the cops
And when our family
That’s full of everyone we love
Is on that homestead?
We’ll have the world that we’ve been
Dreaming of.
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Persephone
03:35
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Persephone:
Lover, take me into the dark
Lover take me into the dark
The flowers are fading,
The Summer is waning,
And all that I want is your arms.
Hades:
Lover, come into the dark
Lover, come into the dark
The flowers won’t bloom
‘Till the first Spring moon,
And all that I want is your heart
Both:
Lover lay close in the dark
Lover, lay close in the dark
With Night as our bower,
The Winter is ours,
And lover I give you my heart.
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6. |
(A Quiet Night)
00:25
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7. |
The Dancing Plague
06:34
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Well a note rang out in the middle of the night
Woke everybody up in a country mile
And the milk jugs soured and the wells ran dry
The Devil smiled that Southern Smile
All the black cats stood up and packed their bags
And the crows flew off for to spread the news
All the mirrors cracked and the roses died
The Devil strapped on his dancing shoes
As the sun came out so did the whole town
Wearing nothing at all or whatever they could find
Top hats, potato sacks, wedding gowns,
And they stood face-to-face in two long lines
Well husbands faced husbands and wives faced wives
And everybody took a good look around
Someone asked “When?” and the Devil replied,
“Any second now.”
Take your partner by the hand or anywhere they like
To worship in the Devil’s name we dance through Day and Night
Take your partner by the hand or anywhere they like
To worship in the Devil’s name we dance until we die.
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8. |
The Wind in the Orchard
04:06
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What I miss most is the way he’d smell
When he’d come in from our orchard Like sweat & soil
Now I’m the wind that makes the apples fall from our trees
Will he think of me? Will he think of me?
And if I’m the wind that rustles our bedsheets
Will he think of me? Will he think of me?
When he’s all alone, and it’s late at night
Will he think of me when he turns out the lights?
Will he think of me when I call his name,
Will he hear my voice? Will he know my pain?
No he can’t know my pain if he’s still alive,
And if he misses me, wouldn’t he rather die?
Then the morning comes,
and the light creeps in
And I start to fade,
And I still love him…
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When I was younger I could tell you
Any lie you’d want to hear
Like whiskey is harmless, sleep is useless
And you’re my only love my dear.
My voice could charm you into bed girl,
And out again before the dawn
You’d give me your trust and your devotion
And in the morning I’d be gone
But lies are hollow, and truth is heavy
It weighs me down like a stone
Truth now cuts me to the bone.
All of that changed when I fist saw her
And kissed her in that sunny glen
She held out her hand and called me onwards
Beyond the realms of mortal men
Three paths she showed me on the hillside
To Heaven, Hell, and Faerie they lead
The first was in brambles, the second Hellfire,
The third across a river red.
But thorns they cut you, and flames they bite you,
The road to Heaven is steep.
Give my lying tongue to Faerie to keep.
Blood on my hands, blood on my hands!
God, what have I done?
I wade across this river of war
And I can’t go back, I can’t go back,
For seven years I must stay,
Speak no longer, truth now holds me here.
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She’s got this power over me
Like I’ve been sick forever,
And she’s the only cure for my disease
And I keep crawling back,
And lying like a dog beneath her feet
Like I’m her Rhymer and she’s my Faerie Queen
She is the words that I can’t speak
My silence is a prayer to her, and I?
Unworth dirt beneath her feet.
I sing for only her,
And take my sweet communion from her lips
I traded lies for truth,
And 7 years of aching, quiet bliss.
So I can’t run away….
Run!
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11. |
Truth Be Told (Part 3)
04:38
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I see all the years yet to come
Truth's its own kind of curse
She sent me back to this world
To share my visions in verse
So I'll tell you your fate
All that could be, what awaits
These are your paths yet to tread
Which to walk is your choice
Love, ruin, safety, or vice
Just don't barter your voice
Truth be told, I miss her
When the night falls, truth be told
Truth be told, truth be told
Brave boy, choose your path
Brave boy, don't look back
Truth be told, truth be told
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12. |
(Far Away)
00:36
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13. |
37.7694961, -122.5130832
04:03
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I go down to the beach and I stare at the ocean
The turmoil I know is mirrored by the motion of the waves
And the tide’s coming in.
The salt in my lungs tastes like blood in my throat
The seafoam has swallowed the confessions I wrote in the sand
And the tide’s coming in.
And oh, the tide comes in to me,
And oh, the tide’s going out to sea.
The wind cuts right through me,
Pulls tears from my eyes
The horizon is blurry
Just like all these lies we’ve been told
Just to keep us in line.
And oh, I’m biding my time.
And maybe next week I’ll come back to this coastline
Cuz being out here is where I feel most like I’m free
Feels most like I”m me
And oh, the tide comes in to me
Add oh, my mind’s drifting out to sea.
And yo-ho-ho, the tide comes in to me.
And yo-ho-ho, I’m drifting out to sea.
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The Forgetmenauts Berkeley, California
The Forgetmenauts weave folklore and mythology into a strange, fresh, and rich soundscape. Their musicality is orchestral, folksy, alternative, and punk all at once. Their lyrics spin old tales and new into exciting and poetic songs that weave together love and queerness, longing and revenge. Come for the Marriage of Bigfoot and Mothman, stay for the Gay Werewolf Murder Ballad. ... more
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