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No Gold
04:33
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There is no gold out there
There is no gold
You hang your head down
There’s something you hide in your hand
And you hold it as tight as you can
Until you can’t bear the fact that there’s nothing there
To let go of or hold on to
And there never was
There is no gold out there
There is no gold
The secret to being a man
Is pretending that you have
Something other than a fistful of sand
That you hold as tight as you can
Until you can’t bear the fact that there’s nothing there
To let go of or hold on to
And there never was
There is no gold out there
There is no gold
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I’ve been painting by the numbers
But I think I’m going under
Just let me farm an acre of your land
I’m lying here on your bed
And painting my toenails red
Digging my feet deeper in the sand
As I wait for the tide to rise
I fell asleep in the sunshine
And woke up in the shade
Watched the books on their shelves start to fade
Now my heart is empty handed
In the shadow barely standing
Just digging my feet deeper in the sand
As I wait for the tide to rise
Cover me up where I lie
I can say that I held my head high
It should come as no surprise to you
That I sit here all night
And wait for the tide to rise
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Fountain of Youth
05:26
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We’re running out of time
Your heart is on the line
Do you know the route
To the fountain of youth
There’s no life in this city
The minds are off the lights are on
No stars, no hope on the horizon
The night is just like the dawn
But I hear there’s a hole in the sky
So I am gonna pile up everything of use
Trade in my shoes for some feathers made to fly
And go look for the fountain of youth
We’re running out of time
If you’re ready for the climb
We’ll chase after the goose
Where’s the mountain of truth
As I walk through the forest at dusk
I gaze up beyond the firmament
As I wonder what creatures may lurk
A light pours down upon this monument
I believe there’s a hole in the sky
So I am going to pile up everything of use
I am going to build a tower to get high
Looking for the fountain of youth
We’re running out of time
Your heart is just like mine
There is no absolute
There’s no fountain of youth
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Blow it All Away
04:55
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You can’t sleep through a night so bright
You stay up thinking until the morning light
You got hit hard and you don’t know why
There’s no golden ticket so hold your head up high
And the winds will come
To blow it all away
You eat your words with a grain of salt
And you’re pretty sure that this is no one’s fault
So fly a kite on a piece of string
Shine your shoes, see what tomorrow brings
When the winds will come
To blow it all away
Put your hands up and watch it all blow away
The winds will come and the rain will fall
The thunder rolls and the trumpet calls
And the night will speak with a voice like death
Your bones will weep but you’ll catch your breath
And the king of gold with his eyes so tired
Sits on his throne and provokes the fire
And you’ll wake to see you let down your guard
Your hands are free but you worked too hard
Yeah, you worked too hard
To throw it all away
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Cauterize
04:36
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You can feel the cold breath of the mountains
As you burn your favorite chair
You feel alone and unwanted
It doesn’t matter if everyone’s there
And you know you’re a predictable lover
It doesn’t matter whose bed you share
But the heart is some kind of wonder
And it only does what it can
And it bleeds
And it beats
And it bleeds
And you never saw such a beauty
As the flames that burn through the rain
And you know that know one’s responsible
So you probably shouldn’t complain
You kick up your feet on the dance floor
As you move to the beat of the snare
But the heart is some kind of wonder
And it only does what it can
And it beats
And it bleeds
And it beats
So cauterize
You thought all that you ever wanted
Would be all that you’d ever need
But all that you ever wanted
Was to hold on to someone
As you bite down on the rag
You watched your skin start smoking
As your strength begins to sag
You got away with murder
You got away in time
But your heart must be some kind of wonder
‘Cause it doesn’t care about mine
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Night Song
03:23
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This is a night song
And when the day comes it will be gone
I know this place seems hollow
I know there’s something wrong
Right now the fields are fallow
But there will come a time when they’re not
We are trying to take flight
We are aching from the fight
And if I wake before the light
I hope you’re still behind me dear
You help me make the hard times disappear
This is a night song
And when the day comes it will be gone
I know the way seems hopeless
I know it’s lonesome here
Look for the door that’s open
‘Cause there will come a time when it’s locked
We are trying to take flight
We are aching from the fight
And if I wake before the light
I hope you’re still behind me dear
You help me make the hard time disappear
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Bottom of the Page
05:12
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When I was younger I couldn’t be kept in a cage
I tried teacher’s rules but I’d always end up in the fast lane
I went down, down to the streets of town
And I spread my money all around
I got filled up with whiskey and I broke in my fists
I went down, down, in a fit of rage
Down to the bottom of the page
So I went out west where nobody knew of my name
I feel the best with a wilderness keeping me sane
I went out, out, across the plain
I dragged my horse all over the place
Saw all kinds of people and a country so fair
I was bound, bound, for a golden crown
Bound for the top of the page
Gold rush a-coming, it promised a life of my own
I shoveled and picked for a rock that would be my salvation
I took it down, down to the streets of town
And I spread my glory all around
I traded my gold for the loving of a girl
Who dried me up and left me to waste
Down at the bottom of the page
So what’s left for someone like me who keeps chasing the grave
Can’t keep my hat on, can’t even hold on to a wage
I go up, up and I step to the stage
I sing and I play like a dog in a cage
I tell you my story and I beg for your mercy
I hope you believe me and if you can’t support me
I’ll stay down here in this fit of rage
Down at the bottom of the page
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Fly Away (All is Vanity)
05:50
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Fly away home
Fly away home
What dreams may come
What search for love
What empty space
What holy grace
What deadly hope
What fleeting home
What dark embrace
What faceless face
What flicker of light
What violent night
What endless waste
What fucking fate
What hard hard time
What moment sublime
What glory be
What endless sea
What phosphorescence
What loss of innocence
What Jesus Christ
What good advice
What rung of the ladder
What ever mattered
What bells will ring
What doves might sing
What far out cold
What have we to hold
What have we to hold
Vanity and striving after wind
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