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Coyote Fun
04:05
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In the black of the night
I can open my eyes
And I start to smile
Oh I see the light
And it’s just like before
I hear a knock on the door
And my teeth will melt
Oh I think I just might
Chorus
Pick up your children and run
Pick up your children and run
This wolf has come undone
And the time it has come
I can get the job done
What’s lost is found
And right into my mouth
I can chase I can run
I can have all the fun
But my hearts desire
Is to eat what is mine
Chorus
Oh I know that its wrong
To look right into your home
But those children’s eyes
I can shut them just fine
Chorus
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2. |
This Kind of Life
04:00
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He always sleeps with the light on
Wears one shoe off and one shoe on
Cause life hasn’t been so kind for him
He always smokes on a Wednesday
Laughs at a girl who might look his way
Cause life hasn’t been so kind for him
She wants to be an actress
But no one can see past the mark on her wrists
Cause life hasn’t been so kind for her
She dresses up on a Wednesday
Looks at a boy who might laugh her way
Cause life hasn’t been so kind for her
So she gave him a 4 o’clock smile
And he wondered out loud if the girl was unwell
Or was this a kind of life?
And in the morning
He woke and thought of her
And he said
Oh my darling won’t you marry me?
We could live in this house
And try and happy
Cause I do believe that you are the same as me
And she said
Yes my darling I will marry you
I’ll wear a blue dress
And one white shoe
Cause I do believe that you are the same as me
Cause life hasn’t been so kind for us
But this could be a kind of life
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3. |
Red Spider
03:25
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I see the red spider over there
He takes his place over nightly chair
And he doesn’t stop to think
That maybe he’s not welcome
I’ve seen those guileless thoughts before
They once stood firmly at my door
But he doesn’t stop to think
That maybe he’s not welcome
I search in vain for my instincts
But there’s no one to blame for my afternoon of shame
And how those legs they stretch and spark
They run so fast that I can’t keep up
And he doesn’t stop to think
That maybe he’s unwelcome
He looks straight through me and I can’t think
I just can’t pass by that sickly wink
And he doesn’t stop to think
That maybe he’s unwelcome
I search in vain for my instincts
But there’s no one to blame for my afternoon of shame
And I saw it coming a mile away …
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When the needle came to stay
The haystack took her in his arms
And he promised she could sleep
Forever in his golden arms
When the needle came to stay
The magpie shuddered in the frost
Cause she knew that fate had come
And that needle would be lost
When the needle came to stay
The haystack told her she was fine
That she’d have nothing to fear
And that trust would come in time
When the needle came to stay
She lost herself into the mire
When she dreamed of being free
The haystack built a ring of fire
And she cried hey
When the needles cries were heard
The rain came down and killed the fire
And the magpie saw the glint
Of the needle in the mire
Then the needle soon was free
The magpie set her down to rest
And they danced around the hay
That had slowly turned to dust
And they cried hey
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Florence Jane Brown
She knew she would die at 25
Florence Jane Brown
She knew she would die at at 25
But blessed are those who die amongst thieves
So she counts up her money
And rolls up her sleeves
Florence Jane Brown
She knew she would lie at 17
Florence Jane Brown
She knew she would lie at 17
But evil takes shape in the thickest of forms
So she straddles her armour
And takes up her thorns
Chorus
Rest for the aching head
Rest for the weary brow
Rest for the way worn feet
Rest from all labour now
Florence, Florence
Florence Jane Brown
She knew she would throw her life away
Florence Jane Brown
She knew she would throw her life away
So she robbed the next bank
And let out a shout
But three shots were fired
And her life was blown out
Florence Jane Brown
She knew that her life would be in vain
Florence Jane Brown
She knew that her life would be in vain
Her gravestone was small
With the briefest of words
For those who sin loudly
Their fall will be worst of all
Chorus
Florence, Florence
how do you think hell will suit you now?
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6. |
Heart Attack
02:13
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He once told her she was mad
But she knew better
So she sharpened her knife
And cut out his beating heart
And now he lives by the river
Now he lives by the water
He once told her she was no good
But she knew better
So she laid his heart
Out on the white tablecloth
And now he lives by the river
Now he lives by the water
He once struck her in drunken rage
And she wanted better
So she dug a hole and lay his body down deep
Down by the river she lay his body down deep
And now he lives by the river
Now he lives by the water
He once told her she’d never leave
But she knew better
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7. |
Isabella Tassy
03:51
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Hello my name is Isabella
And I live by Devils Tree
I thought that I’d be here forever
But it seems its not to be
I work in shifts of night time pleasure
And I please the men who pay
But the cost of fate is heavy
And I drink to hide the shame
And in the morning there is silence
When I think of you at sea
I can only prey for mercy
And your safe return to me
But the night comes ever swiftly
And I must forget my love
I drink a toast to heaven
And see the men I must
I work in shifts of night time pleasure
And I please the men who pay
But the cost of fate is heavy
And I drink to hide the shame
And the papers they recorded
Of my last and fateful breath
But the mourners they were gloveless
And no plumes on horses head
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8. |
Aunt Elsie
02:44
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Aunt Elsie she hears music, before it’s even played
She thinks its Uncle William, singing in the shade
It wouldn’t be a problem, it shouldn’t matter here
But poor old Uncle William’s been dead for several years
Oh me, Oh my,
what’s become of Elsie, since Uncle William died?
I show her to his gravestone, hoping she would see
But poor old Aunty Elsie, can’t see darkness for the trees
I break it to her gently, I tell her that she’s wrong
But Elsie keeps on waiting, for Uncle Williams song
And the music goes on and on
And so the years go singing, and Elsie’s life goes on
I think that love for William, keeps her up above the ground
Oh me, Oh my
What’s become of Elsie, since Uncle William died
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9. |
Song for Lynn
03:08
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You’re down the road on my own front door
You laugh and say now you’re on your own
But I know I’m not alone
I hear your songs from a mile away
And I can’t help but sing a harmony
And then you say be on your way
The songs don’t come easy
But you seem to find them anyway
You say you’re scared and I understand
This world can be cold with no helping hand
So you say let’s make a plan
The words don’t come easy
But you seem to find them anyway
So sleep easy friend
And thanks for the ride
So what’s another drink between a friend and me?
We’ve got a lot to say and time is free
And then we smile, it’s so easy
Your voice don’t come easy
But you seem to find it anyway
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10. |
A Sort of Wing
03:14
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I’m in love with a fairytale
It’s soft and sweet and it suits me well
And I don’t care if its not real
She says she’s got a sort of wing
Its got no height but it makes me sing
And I don’t care if its not real
Are you listening?
I tried to learn from an empty book
But it made me sad with the words it took
But I don’t mind if talk is cheap
I put some words on a clean white sheet
Tossed them round to suit my needs
But I don’t mind if talk is cheap
Are you listening? To the sound of my voice? To the sound of my hope?
So leave me a space for a mystery
I’ll tell a tale with an easy end
And I can see it’s all for real
Give me a dream with an empty nest
I’ll fill it with love and tenderness
I can see its all for real
Are you listening?
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Inge Andrew Dunedin, New Zealand
Andrew parlays a more traditional kind of folk-based storytelling on this impressive debut album. She carves out distinctive characters who have a backstory she lightly sketches but allows the listener to fill in the blanks....Andrew brings real passion to these snapshot stories, making these songs and her characters very hard to turn away from. (elsewhere.co.nz) ... more
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