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Tobacco
00:50
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2. |
Oxbow
03:44
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It was a smoke and a coffee to warm me up
And I don't believe you can leave on your own
I'm packing a day bag and a six-pack and you
And we're going to follow too close
We're at the Cannon
Lying underneath
And gathered at the oxbow
Staving off the need
Oh, it's kind kindling and a shower and a bottle of beer
I'm not waiting; I'm seeking
I wanted to be in the warmth like you needed me
Now I'm wanting to find that on my own
We're at the Cannon
Lying underneath
And gathered at the oxbow
Staving off the need
I'm finding a rope and I'll follow it down
Because I don't believe I can livе with myself
I built a big fire in the backyard with your shit
And I burnt it all down, but not bеcause I wanted to
We're at the oxbow
Lying underneath
Gathering my feelings
To find a way to be
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3. |
Verglas
02:33
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Old neighbor I'm waiting
I'll find you at the creek
I falter my patience
To take what I don't need
and now it is early and the kettle is warm
and now I'm idle swimming shore to shore
So which way does the wind blow?
and which way is the drift?
You'd be in Verglas
and now you're everywhere
So which way do you need me?
and which way will you stay?
I'll be in Verglas
and now you're everywhere
Kinnikinnick in the pipe
and a warm-up on the stove
I'm chasing a valance to end up down alone
and now its heather in the grey has run
and now I'm verdant in the palest sun
So which way is returning?
and which way is the change?
I'll keep you in Verglas
Far from everywhere
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4. |
Father Hennepin
03:48
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Stir awake to percolate a cup for me
Then stay within my company
And the moth struck from the wall and underneath
I never said how much that meant to me
I slept until 12 in the afternoon
I left you cold on a paisley couch
My houseplants must be afflicted
You'd think that maybe I'd figure it out
From Bemidji's trees on Halloween
Couldn't force yourself to fall asleep
Stuck at that Dairy Queen
You told me you were scared to leave
Like lavender and Albert's - the taste it leaves
But having had you is enough for me
Having had you is enough for me
I slept until 2 in the afternoon
I left you cold on a paisley couch
My houseplants must be afflicted
You'd think that maybe I'd figure it out
Your breath tastes like you've been smoking
Like incense burnt in your uncle's car
I sent you flowers from someone else
I thought that maybe you'd figure it out
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5. |
Sage
01:54
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Nysnø
03:08
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Stave
Forestall befall
And berceusing
Claimed
Autumn St. Paul
Incandescence hanging in the trees
Swallow solemn with the fallen leaves
And nysnø
Heat
Stoking flames
And kettle
Wool
Split the frame
To Walden in meander air
Then hold it just to leave it there
In nysnø
This is maxim
I'm pulling the curtain
And shining the light
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7. |
Temperance
04:07
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Temperance
I'm revolved in reverence
I keep a candle lit
Then melt it on that brick lit stitch
To leave you swimming in the Brule
To let these buildings make me new
and all the markings on the trees
They're fixed in you and make believe
To leave you weaving on the loom
Feel all my kicking in your womb
and in my return to the trees
I carry you to carry me
I'm coming home
I count it back
I make my momma's way
I'll make a stack
So keep a candle lit
I'll keep a candle lit
Then melt it on that brick lit stitch
Oh mother wrap me in your arms
Where I'm far away from harm
And back to places where I'm known
Oh mother bring your baby home
Oh brother carry me to regions
Dressed in snow throughout the seasons
and when I'm lonesome on my own
Take care to bring your brother home
This is Hazel Creek
This is all I do to keep me off my knees
to make it what it seems
You'll be all I'll ever need
You took a rental out from Avis
and pardon me for all my lateness
We walked in rhythm on the pier
Until you can scion all my fears
With shady birch and rustle pines
With you I find myself to fine
Crawl ourselves into the Scamp
and let a fire dry the damp
BE GOOD
Mother I can heal you
Hold on I can't hear you
I need a little a Fayes on me
Brother I can't hear you
Hold on baby I can heal you
I need a little Fayes on me
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8. |
Hoarfrost
03:41
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Holy hoar
To sojourn
We’ve only got one log to burn
I whisper now
I’ll hold it in
The valance now is twisted thin
The perique burn
A vacant sleep
The thawing frost just left to bleed
So offer this:
A final dawn
Or keep this fucked;
And I’ll move on
I'm burning sage just to hold on you
I’m finding feathers in all I do
Wasted in the hiver, felt it in the liver so
Hoarfrosted
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Hemp
01:52
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10. |
Wahpeton
05:33
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You came to me like a fever
Now I'm low and cold and bare
Burning birch in Silver Bay
and ascending down the stairs
Baptized in the horizon and the nerve of what we'd share
With new boots there comes a blister
Old iron forms its rust
Like the picking of a flower
In a week its hardly dust
I'd believe it if you'd call me, say you're pining for my touch
but more likely it'd be me because I can never get enough
I'm feeling willow by the water
So come and wash me in the wake
Standing still but ever-growing
Taking all that I could claim
So if music be a songbird
Let it fly above my room
Let it whisper of some worry
and let my listen be its proof
That there is beauty in unknowing and the closing of the door
And in sunshine there is misery
Just as joy can follow rain
I'd wash myself six times over and somehow still carry your stain
Ain't that just how I'd imagined?
Am I wrong to follow through?
Every trout will chase the current
and it brings me back to you
I'm feeling willow by the water
So come and wash me in the wake
Standing still but ever-growing
Taking all that I could claim
Superior like a lantern
In the field of where we've been
On the beach under the water
I'll let your ghosts stay gathering
and the pines stand like the evening
and the water like the dawn
There's a hazard to be loving
It's a burden to the kind
When it sours your left hunting
Thinking, "what a waste of time?"
But as the water smoothes the jagged
As the rope begins to fray
There is value in the losing
Not that I had you anyway
I'm feeling willow by the water
So come and wash me in the wake
Standing still but ever-growing
Taking all that I could claim
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Hunker-down, road-trippin' music from Minneapolis, Minnesota.
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