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Old Man, Young Man
05:05
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Old Man, Old Man
Tell me when this world stops spinning
Or when the universe stops grinning
When the Stars on high have simmered down
Old Man, Old Man
Tell me why the trees do whisper
Names of bloodied men and women
With bones that holler upwards to the heavens
Pissed on souls are never gonna know
Pissed on souls are never gonna know
Old Man, Old Man
Tell me how much bourbon’s needed
To wipe the trials of God’s dead Eden
Half awake in bed with clenched brain cells
Oh Man, Young Man
You’re a wildflower in the meadow
A copper dog growlin’ in the moonlight
A beat glimmer on the water’s ripple
Pissed on souls are never gonna know
Pissed on souls will never never know
Never gonna know
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My Soul Is A River
04:08
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Gave my heart until the very last hour
To a number of loves whose wine turned sour
I’m rollin' to Mercy’s arms, and I can’t be late
when they unlock that gate
Oh my soul is a river, winding down slow and free
The clouds swirl, ‘round this big world
And rivers drift on to the sea
I’m lucky they’ll take my kind the way I’m dressed
wicked thoughts on my mind and whiskey on my breath
Oh give me tenderness for every rock I’ve thrown
and the bad seeds I’ve sown.
The clouds swirl, 'round this big world
And rivers drift to the sea
Oh sister hold my hand and don’t shed no tears
yonder past the river’s mouth the skies are clear
Oh brother we need more time, it’s plain to see
But time doesn’t need me
The clouds swirl, ‘round this big world
And rivers drift on to the sea
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Ballad of Rust
04:53
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I’m a lone star shooting down the grim highway
scraping clues in Louisiana grey
sharpened teeth like a vampire
spend my nights on the highwire
gotta square this debt, it’s my sole desire
worked my days out on the narco line
lord it nearly took my beat up mind
I see invisible voices
in a gulf of devil's choices
gotta square this debt and stop him who rejoices
and now it’s dripping dawn
stuck in a circle of time
and Alaska is long gone
ooh ooh ooh ooh, it won’t be long til you've been caught
at my hip there hangs a higher power
meet us on your knees now or the royal hour
my heart beats slow like a vampire
in a universe going haywire
or the bare wood cross--my yellow desire
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James Miles Denver, Colorado
Singer-Songwriter, Colorado, Producer, music-dude
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