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Speck

by Alexa Woodward

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1.
Spoon 04:23
If the moon were a spoon you could burn from the bottom, I would have to cast the moon away It's not that I don't like her It's just that I want you to stay with us for a few more days You can die without dying, You can die without trying But why would you go out that way? Why would you go out that way, That way? There's a little secret by the door, by the door If you make it that far, You might as well take a little bit more On the other side, A little light/ You can see it through The floorboard One soft thing to believe in One more day here for being "No, no, no!" Cried the sand to the sea You can go, but please don't leave You can go, but please don't leave You got a dragon who holds all your secrets, But he can't take your pain away, Pain, it doesn't go away We just give it different shapes You can die without dying, You can die without trying, But why would you go out that way? Why would you go out that way, That way?
2.
Jimmy 03:21
Jimmy was a wayward man Laying in a white linen bed Broke his back in a rooftop fall Doing so much blow He couldn't see at all He told me about the girls he'd had Elaborate plans to sneak them in I'd play along and leave behind Safety precautions Tuesdays at the old folks home A man would play the accordion And all the ageless skeletons Yearned to learn how to die young I wish I had known him when He was still too young for sin I'd have taken all his kindling Kept it dry for burning Pulp fiction littering his bed Lonesome to the point of death Bright in all his tiresome mess Never one for repentance They found an empty bible by The bed, just after he died He'd carved away the book of psalms To his his medicine Just in time for the good lord's plan, Jimmy took to the road again With an empty bible, As a wayward man
3.
Speck 03:35
I got a darkness So rich and so fine, Swallow the world As if the world were mine, Open the broken Window, and I leave A speck of blood For the birds and the bees A speck of blood For the birds and the bees Got one taste of sorrow And one taste of fear Left them for you and Now we're laying here Martyrs for honesty, Offering up A speck of blood For the birds and the bees A speck of blood For the birds and the bees Chorus: On and on the road she goes Her secrets, even time don't know Time, time her paramour Will take his weight in gold He'll take his weight in gold Swing low the chariots I'm an Iscariot Never so lonesome As I was today Give me a kiss, A nonsensical wish, just A speck of blood For the birds and the bees A speck of blood For the birds and the bees When I am standing at gates I don't recognize Clothed like an emperor, Wearing my secrets, What kind of mercy is there For a thief? A speck of blood For the birds and the bees A speck of blood For the birds and the bees
4.
Window 04:16
She leaned out of the window holding a cigarette she had a lust for jumping but thought better of it down upon the street below a silence deafening the noise all around was so loud, so loud her blood was melancholy Oh morning, a bitter thing a night without a single dream now these songs, they only come in sleep and a nightmare is better than nothing chorus: In a little window where you place your burnt offerings I am just a thief bringing my poem, and my body He sang to her of Caroline, the daughter of a miner it cut so soft when he reached the line where sunlight walked beside her By the pigeons in the park, the sun, it speckled bright he told her tales of light and dark and music lit the night Oh morning, a bitter thing a night without a single dream now these songs, they only come in sleep and a nightmare is better than nothing
5.
Boston 03:55
If you got a light I got a smoke this could kill us both Where is your art is it buried in your heart if not, it'll kill us both Bridge: should we go up to the roof, not knowing what's in store, laying on our backs until we find a couple stars above New York chorus: On the bus to Boston with the scarlet turning leaves I resolved to make my bed with my better history The old man on the six train wearing vintage Russian military regalia you thought he was a guardian angel Bridge: should we go up to the roof, not knowing what's in store, laying on our backs until we find a couple stars above New York
6.
Mary 04:58
Mary was born in a southern snowstorm In the mountains of North Carolina her mother all alone in a little cabin in the woods in the morning when the storm subsided miss Lola Naomi fox came by to find her there all wrapped up tight and fast alseep It's a strange thing for a storm like that to blow through in the month of march but Mary brought a sweet spring breeze I met Mary some eighty years later at a party in south carolina where she wore a white halo of hair she smiled at me and told me Leo Tolstoy learned to ride a bicycle when he was in his seventies We spoke of Kierkegård and Harper Lee and films I should see and she'd read every book that had ever meant anything to me Chorus: Mary was a fire and I am a fire and you were a fire I miss your flame Mary was a preacher once but she quit preaching so that she could love and love is all she does these days she asked if god was real if god needed healing too if the whole thing hinges on whether or not we could forgive her Chorus The poets, thy are a dying breed in a world of steel and cold concrete where so much is guns and money and things Chorus When Mary is gone and the cities are ashes and the empires are mythologies if anything at all when I am dirt and stars and you are dirt and stars the old soul children learn to recognize each others pyres.
7.
Hours 03:39
Sun is rising over the hill In the pale light The moon is going to bed I know every curve and stone Follow the trail from top to bottom Chorus: Good night, you sea urchins You nighttime villains Dreamers who are too busy for dreaming 100 hours left 'til morning Jesus and Nietzsche Swinging their feet Off the main stage, And talking about suffering Twiddling their thumbs under the stars They were getting along Getting along Until the dawn Chorus: Good night, you sea urchins You nighttime villains Dreamers who are too busy for dreaming 100 hours left 'til morning Taking tips from Dostoevsky Relishing this Sleepless sleep I could close my eyes Walk the crooked path at night Find my way to you As if it were daylight Chorus: Good night, you sea urchins You nighttime villains Dreamers who are too busy for dreaming 100 hours left 'til morning
8.
Plants 03:07
9.
No Telling 02:19
Ain't no telling what they'll do When the clouds descend on you Wrap you up in a cotton ball Or eat you, heart and all Ain't no telling what they'll do When the night curls around you Hold you like the sorrow child Or cast you to the wild When I die lord, when I die Give my ashes to the soil Sure as the sun, she burns I go, I go, I go

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released April 1, 2009

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