LYRICS

Black Crow (2012)

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​Side 1

1. Stealth 3.37
2. Montréal 5.04

​3. My Mind's a Mess 3.25

4. Living on the Fringes 4.12

5. Black Crow 4.04

6. Beautiful Blue 4.25

1. Stealth

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​Clothed in silhouettes

Of forlorn shades

She was the jewel

Of our daring escapades

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Rolling in the dust of

Fear and imminent demise

I grew to love

That which I depised

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Oh, I won't become you

Lifelines are too hard
To come by

To be wasted on you

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There were contrasts of love

Frayed edges and tempered steel

The only ones who knew the truth

Were those who forgot to feel

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Lonely in the rushes

Born again out on the trail

Gowned in night

Stealth never fails

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Oh, I won't become you

Lifelines are too hard

To come by

To be wasted on you

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Crawling in the dirt

Drowning in the sand

Walking on the ocean

Crying in your hands

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Flickers of razor romance

In and out of white light

Of a junkies solitude

Livin' night to night

Oh, I won't become you

Lifelines are too hard

To come by

To be wasted on you

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When the thrill was gone from stealin'

I knew we was in trouble then

Balacing a fine line on

The tip of a ball-point pen

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Nights when you would look at me

Through those big black eyes

Your emaciated face fading

In the moonlight

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Oh, my mother

Why couldn't we pretend

That we knew who my Daddy was

And that you had a friend?

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I can remember how I ran
When you stopped breathing

And now I know why,

​Because those that neglect to live

Don't know how to die

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Oh, I won't become you​u

Lifelines are too hard

To come by

To be wasted on you

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​​3. My Mind's a Mess

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​Lonely always takes it's time

Lonely always takes it's time​, Sweet Lord

All these changes, taking their toll on me

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Stolen all the pieces I could find

Stolen all the pieces I could find, Sweet girl

But my melody has broken harmony

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All of my beacons are lighted

And the world;s been laid to rest

I couldn't speak so I shouted

And again I digress​

My mind's a mess

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Honey, please, don't count on me

Honey, please, don't count on me, Have mercy

I got my sandals, but I don't know where my carpenters at

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​All of your dreams and lullabies

All of your dreams and lullabies, Sweet girl

Weave their magic, but a miracle

Is hard to defiine

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All of my beacons are lighted

And the world;s been laid to rest

I couldn't speak so I shouted

And again I digress

My mind's a mess

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I need to get out of my brain

I need to get out of my brain

Damn straight

Detach my hippocampus

And catch the morning train....

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​​​5. Black Crow

When I was a young man

Farming for ideas

Workin' the land that

Brought us food and brought us tears

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My father once said to me

Don't run the sheep too fast

The stress will kill 'em from the inside

And the lamb will be too tough

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Black crow sittin' on my grave

Black crow sittin' on my grave

The world don't know how to behave

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When I was a teacher

Teaching rushed ideas

Young people came to me

With the desolation tears

"My folks can't love each other

So they don't know how to love me

So that's why I been swearin' at you

And pluggin' in my ears"

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Black crow sittin' on my grave

Black crow sittin' on my grave

The world don't know how to behave

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When I was a gleaner

My grandmother said to me

"Life for young people

Is harder that it's ever been"
I said " you lived through a depression

Wars and disarray

Surely we got it easier?"
She said "I meant what you heard my say"
 

Black crow sittin' on my grave

Black crow sittin' on my grave

The world don't know how to behave

When I was a rambler

​I saw a funeral Pyre

A Loatian monk for 80 years

Lived and died in the same Wat

A man told the tale

And welcomed us to feast

And people smiled as they turned to me

And a soul was released

Black crow sittin' on my grave

Black crow sittin' on my grave

The world don't know how to behave

2. ​Montréal

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​​​​Montréal, you got it all​​​

But you don't got me

Montréal, you got it all

But you don't got me

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You got your street poets

N'yer dirty jokes

N'yer got your chemistry

But Montréal, you got it all

But you don't got me

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The cold wind is blowing the leaves around

As August rushes and the sirens sound

September has come to take the summer away

But my dreams are intact for another day

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Romance is lost in these hostel beds

The knives are blunt, the bartenders a bastard

And I tipped him 2 dollars today!​

My shows are broken and my spirit is fading​

And the girl of my dreams is drifting away

Montréal, you got it all

​But you don't got me

Montréal, you got it all

But you don't got me

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I've been to Vancouver

I've been to Jasper and Calgary

​I've been to Vancouver, I've been...

I'd trade it all for Montréal

But you don't got me​

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Wherever you go the drunks are the same

No patience, no brains, fucking stupid - delirously mundane

If I had some money, I might just join them

But instead in the morning I'll slam the door to hurt their brain

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And the static of frustration passed by

And I can see the lasting effects in your eyes

And your tears of desolation turn me to the bar

But I'm not tipping this wanker, I'll smuggle my own!

​Montréal, you got it all

But you don't got me

Montréal, you got it all

But you don't got me

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You got your street poets

N'yer dirty jokes

N'yer got your chemistry

I'd trade it all for ​​Montréal

But you don't got me

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I've got quicksilver daydreams in my mind

Townes has taught me something about time

If this is a failure, maybe we'll turn it around

Damn it all, we're headed for Melbourne town​

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Melbourne town, we're coming back down

Toronto was just a fling

Melbourne town, we're coming back town

Where convicts forget to sing

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You gotcha traffic woes, your second-hand clothes

And dickheads just the same

Melbourne town, we're coming back down

We love your filthy streets

​​4. Living on the Fringes

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​A clean, well lit street is little companion

For one living amongst it's ruin

The city-scape is a triumph, a modern wonder

A catastrophe of disparity

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For those living on the fringes

Of the Canadian dream

Backbackers, bums, addicts and family rejects

Line the concourse daily

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As everyone seeks to be noticed

In the their own uber-friendly way

I like it here but I cannot love it

As so much is, swept away

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Everyone works hard for their appartments,

Condo's, health and doorways

It's difficult to distinguish the fashion from the non-fiction

As society breeds

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A generation that can't fend for itself

With drugs and vanity

I like it here but I cannot love it

As so much has gone astray

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I'm passing through, I just a gleaner

It's not even my place to say

There's a lifetime of reasons why I've come here

But I can't remember what they are today

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As everyone seeks to be noticed

With their cardboard signs and expensive clothes

I look at my five hundred dollar watch

And I realise it's, time to go

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​6. Beautiful Blue

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​I love you

So much it's unkind

Like the world's gonna end

Stars colide in my mind

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And I don't wish

I don't wish to lie

But my darlin'

I'm sure gonna try

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It's just me

Me and you

What we got ourselves into?

Beautiful blue

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I won't cry for you

You won't cry for me

We've carved it in the walls

My darlin' little Queen

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And if the thief of morning

Comes to steal out dreams

We'll sew the curtains as one

With strong thick seams

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It's just me

Me and you

What we got ourselves into?

Beautiful blue

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Love me two

Two life-times tonight

And give me three

Of your nine lives

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I've gotta get myself a gun

To shoot the sun out of the sky

Forever in my arms

Forever in the night

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It's just me

Me and you

What we got ourselves into?

Beautiful blue ​​

8. Cast Iron Promises

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​Take these cast iron promises

Teach them how to burn

This solitary haze

Never ceases to amaze

Me of the things I've unlearned

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Words that don't exist

Perigrinate through my time

Parlez vous, Francaise do you?

No, but I will speak my mind

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My anger violates my charms​

And I though I'd come so far, my love

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Evil intended ideas

Present themselves as fear

I must go find

The music entwined

With the choir of my soul, I can't hear

Chairs that stand so tall

My legs can't reach the floor

This Irish bar

That is lit by stars

Of poets slipped through the cracks in the floor

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My demons reveal themselves as strangers

I thought I'd left the danger behind, my love

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I don't need any guilt

Nor, do I need mime

I just need you

And myself to glue

These dreams together in time

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​​10. Amateur Man

We've picked up the broken things

Swept them out the door

We've searching through the fragments

Of broken glass on the floor

Well we've tried I guess

But we never seem to clean up this mess

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I've been walking through this forest

Looking at the forest floor

Searching for all the shiny things

You don't want any more

I don't want a bolt of lightning

But a clue would be nice I guess

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Ooh, we've been sleeping

In different beds

I know I'm a fool

But Jameson clears my head

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I went looking for an epiphany

A broken dream of some kind

I found a Salvation Army

With some martyrs in a line

One looked at me for a quarter

Saving for a bottle and a piece of mind

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One held up a sign with some faded black ink

It said 'our ears are filled with water'

And that we're about to sink

He tried to tell be something

But I didn't wanna hear what he had to say

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Ooh, we've been sleeping

In separate beds

I know I'm a fool

But loneliness makes my bed

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I been walking through this forest

Looking at the forest floor

I can tell that you love me

But do you need me anymore?

I know you like a challenge

And I can be the very best!

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I find it most amusing

When the steam comes out your ears

But sometimes you surprise me

With spontaneous tears

I can't claim to be a genius

But can you cope with an amateur man?

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Ooh, well we're back

In the same bed

I know I'm a fool

But I'm the best man you could ever get

I know I'm a fool but

You and me were meant

I know I'm a fool, but I love ya

...More than eggs

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12. The Ghost of Your Dreams

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​Flirting with your mind

I hold the goblet of your soul

Our dreams intertwined

My porcelain doll

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Sanctity and grace

Your gaze of perfect truth

I wind my way amongst

The droplets of your youth

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Slowly, surely

I dart to

The shadows of your mind

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Lovely, roses

Guiding beauty,

So fine

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Blue silver

Shining in your hair

I won't be here in the morning

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Lonely in the throes

Of our strange love

I won't be here in the morning

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Music hangs on the wall

And rises through the cracks in the floor

And lingers as smoke

In my mind

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My spirit stands at your door

As though I should call

My name into

Your dreams

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I only, wasted

Your golden

Beauty, on time

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As Jesus cries his tears

As honey

In the moonlight

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Blue silver

Shining in your hair

I won't be here in the morning

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