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WOLF TREES - PICTURES AND LYRICS


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This kid's got heart
But he's out on his feet
All the heads keep talking
Out in the street
​You should have seen him in his prime
When he had something left inside
That's a song they sing
​The rivers run the wheels they spin
The poets take it on the chin 
For the bells that ring 
Right through ya
Come on hit the dial on the radio
We ain't nineteen but we can still get low
Don't wait for a better song
Just sing the one you know
The fire ain't dead if the coals still glow

​This heart's got style
Like an old Chavelle
The devil you dance with
Beats the angel that yells down to ya



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Forgive your eyes their crooked lines
They're only paths worn in the side
​Of the long way home
Some days are broke 
Some days are flush
The picture's drying on the brush
What's it worth on the wall to ya?

Come on hit the dial on the radio
​We ain't nineteen but we can still get low...
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Twenty seconds of fantasy 
Between the tree line and the road
I don't like to go out there
Too many faces that I used to know
And they walk right though ya
Lie they're never gonna die
They ain't living instead
​So damn tired of the walking dead

She got tired of holdin' on
White-knuckling the phone
Dropped down the soakaway
Now it's quiet here at home​
She left all the good pictures
Somewhere in a cloud
Still got a few in my head
So damn tired of the walking dead

​Skylight
Like when you were a child light
Part of the sunlight
When you were gold
The blue-grey
Touch of the evening
The quiet believing 
​The stories it told
​They're almost hip when they shuffle
But it ain't no disco when they dance
Bowed heads and praying hands
Nowhere with everyone at once
If they every look up
To the world outside
They'll see it's all gone red
​So damn tired of the walking dead
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A train is a train
Is an arrow on a string
Tied to my window
It flies through the field
Unravelling like a thread
Pulled from a seam

But I don't wanna fly today
Let me stay here in my room
While the roses boom outside
How come they never come to me?
Unless they're cut down in their prime
​I'll bide my time
A star is a star
Is an old friend 
In his penthouse room over town
We talk when we can
But whose got time?
It's so late when the sun goes down

I don't wanna talk right now
It's so quiet here in my room
While the roses bloom outside
How come they never come to me?
Unless they're cut down in their prime
​I'll bide my time
Do you ever just need a day
To send it on it's way?
Do you ever just need an hour to sigh
And watch it all go by?

I don't wanna go out
I'll be fine here in my room
While the roses bloom houtside
How come they never come to me?
Unless they're cut down in their prime
I'll bide my time

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Dollar store daisies
Plastic and white
They never sit in the sun 
Or they fade
Away from the windows
In the dark of the night
Counting the dollar store prayers
That they prayed

Everybody knows who you are now
​Everyone knows you
There's nothing you can be
That we can't see
​Everyone knows
It's the march of the egg man
Boiled and white
Pale as a junky at noon
Watch him roll
He'll piss in the quicksand
While you sink out of sight
Promising they're gonna
Turn it to gold

There's no one you can be 
That we can't see
Nowhere you can hide
You're a mile wide
Everyone knows you
Now they're hanging
New stars in the sky
Cold eyes in the dark record your life
Take a walk down to the river
Roll away the stone
Take a walk down to the river

Dollar store daisies 
Plastic and white 
They never sit in the sun or they fade
Away from the windows 
In the dark of the night
Counting the dollar store prayers
That they prayed


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I can't make out
What you're trying to tell me
You're shaking your head
What ya trying to say?
I know the sun went down
On our night in the city
Our night in town
Didn't go our way

They say what you really want
And what you really need
Ain't the same thing
Every cold night 
Has a lesson that you learn
Well the high heeled girls
Don't give no attention
We didn't learn nothing
​It just wasn't our turn


I know 99 ways
To make the sex life better
I saw a new cover
They know 101
Now I'm a full pair short
Of a change in the weather
Well I ain't gonna walk
If they can show me how to run

They say what you really want
And what you really need
Ain't the same thing
Every night is a flash bulb night 
In the city
Well I'm shaking my hips
Like I got a tailfeather
And my hips don't lie
But the truth ain't pretty
I ain't no Kanye West
But I'm a bad mamma jamma
I got too much style
For the average joe
Do you think this shirt
Works with my new bandanna?
When you're breaking new ground
You never really know

They say what you really want
And what you really need
Ain't the same thing
The world's gonna go
To the tired and the meek
If you see me coming
You'd better step to the side
I'm far too pretty 
​To turn the other cheek
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     There's a little place
     Nobody knows
     Nothing gets too big
     So no one ever goes
     I made it my place
     Where the moon and rain
     Are my things
     And they keep their aim on me
     And what I need


     ​It's hot under the lights 
     The American dream
     Flashes through the night
     A bright white Limousine
     Nobody told you
     That the big get small
     And the highway ends
     At the garden wall outside
     The street signs lied

     Oooh this wheelin' world
​     Comes around
     How could I begin
     To tell you how?
     Easy it would be 
     To find a place for now
     In the soft light
     Of the almost dark
     Where the wolf trees
     Howl through the park 
     For you
     And things you do

     Oooh this wheelin' world 
​     Comes around
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Come around again to the light
Of 1000 watts of mystery
It shines like a dying star
Straight though your heart
You were born lost and free
To the fire of somebody
Born to love you
She sings like a radio tower
Through the fields at night
Easy as the wind blows through
​How the young surrender

​All the worn out places that you know
Where your angels used to hang out
Tired of the dry land
They split for the coast
The old hang on for dear life
While the young surrender

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To the turn of the wheel
And the changing weather
Of this wide, wild child
​Of a world​
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​Pull the pin from your heart
Let it blow
Let it take the whole town with you
Fly like a home run
To the nearest dream
Go on dance like you used to 
Not for show
With a step nobody showed you
The kids and the fools go free
Too small for the chains
Never get too big to see
How the young surrender
To the turn of the wheel
And the changing weather
Of this wide, wild child
Of a world

Come around again to the light
Of 1000 watts of mystery
Rush like a lonely river
To the arms of the sea
From the roof on paper wings
It's a young surrender

To the turn of the wheel
And the changing weather
Of this wide, wild child
Of a world

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Quiet on the outside
Just a man without a name
Spent thirty years pretending
To loose at someone else's game
But he hung around

Behind the curtain of his day life
He drew pictures in his head
Like the boatman on the black river
Before he tells you that you're dead
You get across
The prying eyes
Could only wonder why
He watched the wind blow through
Like a sailor eyes the morning sky

He had a little book of love songs
His mother used to sing
About a man they called "The Sparrow"
Who would fly on Paper wings 
Through the clouds

The prying eyes
Could only wonder why
He watched the wind blow through
Like a sailor eyes the morning sky

And when it blows
​His mother sings
And those paper wings
Start to fly

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Come on in to where the lights are low
The lights are low tonight
No one here will try to get you down
To prove you wrong or right
Everybody needs a place to hide
Where love comes easy
A place to put a fire out inside
​And tell your story too

​I don't wanna know if all the world is blue
This one's for you to come down easy
I don't wanna find that someone's lost their mind
Or took the long way to get through
This one's just for you
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