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Silver Jews Album



2001
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When God was young, he made the wind and the sun
Since then, it's been a slow education

And you got that one idea again
The one about dying.

Chorus: Oh oh oh I'm lightning
Oh oh oh I'm rain
Oh oh oh it's frightening
I'm not the same, I'm not the same,
I'm not the same

There's a screen door banging in the wind
Remember you wanted to be like George Washington back then

Everybody's going down on themselves
No pardon me's or fare thee wells in the end

(Chorus)

. . .


I'm gonna love you for a hundred years.
Through suffering and celebration dear
Cause only you can make my lies come true
You can make lies real,
You can make me feel,
Like drinking wine in the shade all afternoon

You keep finding and reminding me,
That you only can be kind to me,
When you got with me you started dreaming my dreams.
But darling, there's a gun in the garland,
And you need to know,
That the dream is not all dream.

Chorus:
Room games and diamond rain
It's a fox hunt, it's a f-stop
It's a ten acre wood.
Outbound on a western train
It costs a quarter man
Out on the borderland
And I can dance real good.

A freight train rattles the chandelier,
And if we're like plug-in reindeer,
Whose cords can't stretch far enough to fly,
We're gonna take a ride in the dirt,
We're gonna die until it doesn't hurt,
And then they can bury us side by side.

(Chorus)

. . .


The sun and the shutters and the sun shattered hair.
The butler hesitates at the top of the stairs.
A kitten from Great Britain sleeps behind the drapes.
An old silver bowl filled with apples and grapes.

It's so very cold in the mansion after sunset
Snow is blowing through the baseboard outlets.
And I have no idea what drives you mister.
tanning beds explode with rich women inside.

All my poor hungry children x3
Time will break the world x3

The snow falls down so beautiful and stupid
Fore the black silhouette of Abraham Lincoln trees
The sky is low and gray like a Japanese table.
And my horse's legs look like four brown shotguns

The icicles are dripping like the whole house is weeping
On an evil little car with gull-wing doors.
And I have no idea what drives you mister
But I've killed you in my mind so many times before.

All my poor hungry children x3
Time will break the world x3

. . .


He almost walked into a wall
Oh man she was a sight to see
At the party down the hall
He said "you are the highest apple in the tree"
Out the window in the harbor he saw a little ship
The moon was worn just slightly on the right
They slow-danced so the needle wouldn't skip
And he held her till the room was filled with light

I remember you and I remember me
The sunshine walking inside you/and the man you could see in me.
So I remember me and I remember you
So many beautiful days in a row now and the nights were perfect too

Hand in hand down a water slide in Chattanooga
They did not hide from love you see
A winter's plane flight to Aruba
Where he threw a boom box into the sea.
One day they were cutting flowers for something to do
On the bank of the road 'neath the cottonwoods
He turned o her to ask if she'd marry him
When a runaway truck hit him where he stood.

So I remember you and I remember you
And I remember you do-do-do-do-do
And I remember me and I remember me
A blackhalk nailed to the sky/and the tape hiss from the trees.

Everybody said she needed to move on
That he was all but lost so deep was his coma.
When he finally came to, the girl he loved was long gone.
She'd married a banker and moved to Oklahoma.
He bought a little land with the money from the settlement
And he even bought the truck that had hit him that day
He touched the part where the metal was bent.
And if you were there you would hear him say.

I remember her and I remember him
I remember them and I remember then..
I'm just rememberin' I'm just rememberin'

. . .


I'm drunk on a couch in Nashville
in a duplex near the reservoir
and every single thought feels like a punch in the face
I'm like a rabbit freezing on a star

On the wrong side of Sunday morning
shattered in the terrible light
working for a bankrupt circus
on the wrong side of Saturday night

And I wanna be like water if I can
cause water doesn't give a damn

Chased by a floating hatchet
you can't just shoot your way out and go
I can tell you things about this wallpaper
that you'd never ever wanna know

There's an alter in the valley
for things and themselves as they are
and the triumph of the obstacles
and horseleg swastikas

I wanna take a ride on the back of a sunbird
up into the highest number

. . .


Let's go hunting blackbirds, let's throw snowballs from the bridge
The fireplace burns backwards, let's not and say we did.
There's a trapdoor in the country where we can disappear.
These giant evergreens are a promise redeemed
Let's walk down the glassy top of a frozen pasture stream
Our minds can dream like soda machines
And that's exactly what we did.

Let's ride down the ridge to the military bridge
You can't be against forever, let's not and say we did.
There's a party in the country, where we can disappear.
Dig if you will, a picture of you girl
Finding the fiercest way to live
We can ride all day in a one horse open sleigh
And that's exactly what we did.
And that's exactly what we did.

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I saw the river playing in the valley
Rushin' 'round the bend and skippin' stones
I saw the meadow wobble in the moonlight
I've come to get my girl and take her home

Her doorbell plays a bar of Stephen Foster
Her sister never left and look what it cost her
We're gonna live in Nashville and I'll make a career
out of writing sad songs and gettin' paid by the tear

Marry me and leave Kentucky, come to Tennessee

Cause you're the only ten I see
You're the only ten I see

I've looked through offices and honky tonks for a man man enough to be
Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee
Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee

Punk rock died when the first kid said
"Punk's not dead, punk's not dead"
You know Louisville is death
We've got to up and move
because the dead do not improve

Goodbye users & suckers & steady badluckers
We're off to the land of club soda unbridled
We're off to the land of hot middle-aged women
Off to the land whose blood runneth orange

Marry me and leave Kentucky, come to Tennessee

Cause you're the only ten I see
You're the only ten I see

I've looked through offices and honky tonks for a man man enough to be
Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee
Mr. and Mrs. Tennessee

. . .


I love the sound of a jukebox playin'
So I sit here while she's staying home
Watching Dalls on TV
I love the taste of whiskey straight
The strongest thing she ever takes
Is a sip from a small glass of chablis

I've got that Friday night fever
Sometimes a man just needs a breather
She knows I love her and I need her
And I'm no cheater
I've just got that Friday night fever

She wouldn't change me if she could
I wouldn't change her, she's too good
Sometimes a man just needs a change of pace
I've heard all those come on lines
But I go home at closing time
I know no one could ever take her place

I've got that Friday night fever
Sometimes a man just needs a breather
She knows I love her and I need her
And I'm no cheater
I've just got that Friday night fever

. . .


I wish I lived in the Power and the Light
I wish it wasn't Saturday night
Cause I can't raise hell,
no I can't raise hell for two.

I wish I had a thousand bucks
I wish I was the Royal Trux
But mostly I wish, I wish I was with you.

When I was summoned to the phone
I knew in my bones that you had died alone.

We've never been promised there will be a tomorrow
So let's just call it "the death of an heir of sorrows"
The death of an heir of sorrows.

I have not avoided certainty
It has always just eluded me
I wish I knew I wish I knew for true.

I wish I had a rhinestone suit
I wish I had a new pair of boots
But mostly I wish, I wish I was with you.

We've never been promised there will be a tomorrow
So let's just call it "the death of an heir of sorrows"
The death of an heir of sorrows.

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