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Doing It Right
04:37
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You can’t love her if she don’t stay
A woman like that there’s a price to pay
She gave you a life, she can take it away
You can’t love her if she don’t stay
She walks in, and you make room
You’re never really ready but it’s what you’ve got to do
It’ll all be over before too soon
She walks in, and you make room
No silver-tounged man can inherit the earth
It’s the callous on your fingers not the glory of birth
You’ve put all your faith in the wrong sense of worth
No silver-tounged man can inherit the earth
Every man needs something to be, but if he does it blindly he’s nothing to see
The meanest, hardest struggle is doing it right
You’ve been spending all your time just pressing your luck
You’re gonna lose her brother and you’ve lost quite enough
This trip to the bottom don’t include a way up
You’ve been spending all your time just pressing your luck
Searching isn’t life, and it comes at a cost
You’ve been looking so long that you’re surely lost
When you’re hoping for the world you can forget what you’ve got
Searching isn’t life and it comes at a cost
Every man needs something to be, but if he does it blindly he’s nothing to see
The meanest, hardest struggle is doing it right
Let me tell you something man it’s night out there
There’s no fires left burning and an absence of air
You can suffer in the world and there’s no one to care
Let me tell you something man it’s night out there
\If you never wake up then it isn’t a dream
This ain’t indictment and it isn’t a creed
The engine is turning but it’s all out of steam
If you never wake up then it isn’t a dream
Everyman needs something to be, but if he does it blindly he’s nothing to see
The meanest, hardest, ugly, struggle…doing it right
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2. |
American Man
04:39
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I loved it once, but she’s starting to break
The life we won is being given away
When I’m losing faith I hear the preacher say
Treasure the past, it’s the American Way
I’ve never been the sort to head downtown
There’s too much color, and too much sound
If my father could see this, he’d burn it all down
It was sacred to him this American ground
The modern world has got me up on a wall
They call it living, I’m hardly living at all
In times of trouble, I pray to god that I never have to take it too far
So raise the flag, cover you heart with your hand
Hear the call, and heed the command
Living my life with my head in the sand
Praise the lord I’m an American man
There’s trash on the streets and the devil’s in charge
We lost everything of value in the culture wars
This is my home, but I’m a stranger here
If I had any left I’d cry American tears
I’m not a violent man, and they’ve already one
But I’m bring a plague, I’m bringing the guns
If they won’t stand with me, they’ll damn sure run
Remember the words of America’s son
The modern world has got me up on a wall
They call it living, I’m hardly living at all
In times of trouble, I pray to god that I never have to take it too far\
Raise the flag, oh isn’t she grand
Casting her shadows, but her applause her is canned
I salute her virtues with blood on my hands
Praise the lord I’m an American man
Raise the flag, see how she stands
When I see her colors, I know who I am
I’ll die for her, and by my own hand
Praise the lord I’m an American man
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3. |
Burdens
03:20
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They call it endless summer, but it’s the worst I’ve ever had
I’ve been huffing gasoline in by best friend’s trans am
Life in this town ain’t as easy as it seems
It eats up your whole heart and shits away your dreams
I can hardly think about it, you know it only brings me down
I’ve been working scrubbing dishes at the diner downtown
I’m saving up my money, gonna take a greyhound
Load my back with what is needed, and I’ll never settle down
“Come on, baby” say the visions in my head
Another night in this town and I’ll be the walking dead
Maybe my dreams turn to burdens instead,
But I’m only 17, I’m headed for the sun, and I’m getting out of here while I’m young enough to run
They’re all masters with your roots down and all shadows when in flight
I’ll make very breath a prayer, make every word a fight
Ignore every sign of failure even though I’m sure I might
I’m 17 so please let’s blow this town tonight
“Come on, baby” say the visions in my head
Another night in this town and I’ll be the walking dead
Maybe my dreams turn to burdens instead,
But I’m only 17, I’m headed for the sun, and I’m getting out of here while I’m young enough to run
I’ll roam this whole world over ‘til the angels take me home
The only things that matter are the ones you do alone
My journey will be endless, my voice will shake your bones
Or at least I’ll have a story this world has never known
“Come on, baby” say the visions in my head
Another night in this town and I’ll be the walking dead
Maybe my dreams turn to burdens instead
But I’m only 17, I’m headed for the sun, and I’m getting out of here while I’m young enough to run
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4. |
Tied
04:03
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It don’t take much to keep me going
Just a lash across my back
The modern blues are self-inflicted
Masochism’s the new black
Won’t you tie me to your love
Tie me to your living room chair
Won’t you tie me to your love
Make sure that I ain’t going anywhere
I can’t take it easy, I won’t think for my self
I can try to get on, but I’ll need a little help
Won’t you treat me like the animal I am?
If I’m powerless and disconnected
You know I can’t be blamed
I’m wrapped up in your skins of leather
Joined the voluntary lame
Won’t you tie me to your love
Tie me to your living room chair
Yeah tie me to your love
Make sure that I ain’t going anywhere
I can’t take it easy, I won’t think for myself
I can try to get on, but I’ll need a little help
Won’t you treat me like the animal I am?
I want you to hurt me, I need it, I love it, I love you
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5. |
Deacon Brodie
02:48
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Whoa, you’re chaste and rapture steeped
No notion could hold me from your body’s keep
I’m a master of lock and key
So, have you heard the noble make mention of my great acclaim
In dark on night I loose their spoils, no critic dares to speak my name
I built the gallows where they’re gonna hang
I’m a man by day
God by night
Break my stride
Swing me high
Whoa, my love, they’ve submitted their final plan
My soul, it’s tethers cut, a device of my own hand
But I wanna be your man
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6. |
Faith and Good Judgment
03:28
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I can remember, the first time that I cried
I was broke down and busted, and stranded in Van Nuys
Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth what I’ve spent
Walking the line between faith and good judgment
Midnight back home in the cool country air
Our new bodies moved in trial and error
Sometimes I wonder what I’m hoping to find
I’m walking the line between what I want and what’s rightfully mine
It took my whole life, but I’m finally here
Nothing can harm me, as long as you are near
I’ve seen so many things, but I’ve always been blind
Walking the line between what I’ll keep, and what I’ll set aside
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7. |
9 To 5
03:58
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You set out of your nightmare, and promised everyone
There was no roundtrip ticket, there was no coming home
You went to the congregation, convinced no one of your worth
You walked across the nations, still found no place on earth
Take the freedom of a 9 to 5
You told it to your mother, you told it to your pa
But noone’s going to come save you when you’re strung out in Wichita
You’ve been so many places, but you haven’t done a thing
Stood in judgment of the chorus, you couldn’t even sing
Take the freedom of a 9 to 5
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8. |
Walter
03:52
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Living is easy in a world like mine
Nothing can leave you or die
There’s no need to be the type of man who gets sick of everything that he loves
I’ve never been pretty, I’ve never had charm, but I go to a place I get by
Take my hand friend and I’ll stay a child, if you don’t I’m a full grown man
Hey, I’m Walter I’m out here living in a juvenile lie
Hey, I’m Walter No pressure here and I do what I like
Hey, I’m Walter Don’t know who I am, but I still got time
Hey, I’m Walter I’m out here living in a juvenile lie
Enemies they can make you whole, but I never really felt it like this
Get it man, it’s comfortable, it’s wonderful it’s bliss
Hey, I’m Walter I’m out here living in a juvenile lie
Hey, I’m Walter No pressure here and I do what I like
Hey, I’m Walter Don’t know who I am, but I still got time
Hey, I’m Walter I’m out here living in a juvenile lie
Won’t you be my friend
Help my ends
Justify my means
Well I’m living in it
Hey, I’m Walter I’m out here living in a juvenile lie
Hey, I’m Walter No pressure here and I do what I like
Hey, I’m Walter Don’t know who I am, but I still got time
Hey, I’m Walter I’m out here living in a juvenile lie
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9. |
Beale Street
03:04
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Come in brothers, there’s a story to tell
One of damnation born of grace
A promised land behind the gates of hell
Where the rough beast slouches to drums of faith
They bus them in and bus them out
Pilgrims going to meccas past
The dead can only give you so much clout
When this pell-mell worship begins to pass
Come and see a city of ghosts
They’re dealing communion at Sun Studios
A cathedral once, now a skid on the row
Writing their check as the kings walk away
Down Beale St
The community heart is the local pawn
Stuck to the wall with a buyer’s pin
The privileged regarding from tailored lawns
There isn’t remorse so it isn’t a sin
The candle’s burning at the end of its wick
It’s plain to see on the EPB
Now rock and roll is for turning tricks
This coming flood is going to clean these streets
Come and see a city of ghosts
They’re dealing communion at Sun Studios
A cathedral once, now a skid on the row
Writing their check as the kings walk away
Down Beale St
Graceland’s a gravestone
Come and see a city of ghosts
They’re dealing communion at Sun Studios
A cathedral once, now a skid on the row
Writing their check as the kings walk away
Crawled off their crosses in this Passion Play
Set on Beale St
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10. |
Kiss It
02:45
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Well it calls upon you daily
It’s ringing in your dreams
It walks without discretion
And it isn’t what it seems
Man it’s, twisted up and ugly
And its hands are dry as clay
Its company is awful
But it takes the pain away
You could’ve stopped it sooner
If it hadn’t gotten hold
If you’d had a premonition
Before it took you home kiss
But it’s left you in destruction
And you’re never coming out
It’s got its fingers in your stomach
Stuffing you with doubt
Hey you know, it’s blood is born of savage heart
Oh, it wants to take you kindly in it’s arms
Come here brother it wants you to kiss it
You can do your best to tame it
You can take away its name
You can try to take possession
But it owns you just the same
It makes whores out of sisters
Fit your father like a glove
Gives you pure abandon
Steals away your love
It’s gonna drown you in the river
Hey you know, it’s blood is born of savage heart
Oh, it wants to take you kindly in it’s arms
Come here brother it wants you to kiss it
It takes you down the alleys
And it works you like a slave
It breaks apart your body
And there’s nothing left to save
So kiss it
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11. |
3 A.M.
06:17
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Well the words they came to you easy
But they let you down in the end
I’ve seen the end of lovers
I’ve seen the end of friends
They’re all enemies in the bedroom
And even more reside up stairs
You’re so far beyond self-control
It’s been this way for years
I’ve soaked myself in alcohol
I’ve worshiped every idol
I’ve pissed on every monument
I’ve prayed to Oscar Wilde
I sent my sense of self worth
You can sign for it COD
This mea culpa bullshit is bringing me down
Maybe tomorrow will bring me one more day of sun
No consequence, no self-reflection, just living on the run
Well they’re coming for your money, they’re coming for you skin
I can hear them through the darkness sitting here at 3am
In a world of dull reflections
Where the wounded walk on ice
Where the care of perfect strangers
Is as strange as paradise
Can you love me without touching
4Can you help me without love
I can’t imagine someone close enough
Maybe tomorrow will bring me one more day of sun
No consequence, no self-reflection, just living on the run
Well maybe I’ll turn to Jesus, maybe I’ll cash it all in
I can feel the darkness coming, sitting here at 3am
It’s coming It’s coming Kill me
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12. |
The Desert
03:41
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It came in the night without alarm and turned our bones to dust
We all knew it was coming though it was never discussed
It’s been a blast, but we’re all out of time
Watching the masses toe the company line
They kill the gardens and dilute the sublime
It’s gonna take it man, and eye for an eye
It came before we could tell
Nothing we could do or say
It took the children, and poisoned the wells
There it goes, wasn’t quiet or slow
The desert will put you on your knees for a little bit
There it goes, curtain call for the show
The desert won’t leaving anyone wanting
When the sands came in they swallowed us whole
But displayed our sins
One little piece to make sure that the dagger was in
And even now that everything’s gone
You hear the echoes of the siren’s song
The earth’s abandoned and that’s how it belongs
An empty lot between the devil and god
It left the shell but it tore out the guts
Nothing we could do or say
It took our shrines and covered em in rust
There it goes, wasn’t quite or slow
The desert will put you on your knees for a little bit
There it goes, curtain call for the show
And the desert won’t leave anyone wanting
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The Yawpers Boulder, Colorado
The Yawpers formed 2011 when guitarist Jesse Parmet and singer/guitarist Nate Cook played together at the only speakeasy in Boulder, CO. In August 2018, the band announced that Alex Koshak would be stepping in on drums as they headed into the studio to record their next album. The band’s name is a nod to Walt Whitman’s “Leaves of Grass”: “I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world. ... more
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