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    13 songs of love gone wrong and death done right recorded at home in Leverett and Montague.

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Rocking the Cradle Momma’s gone to work in the stable Whose hand is rocking the cradle? Who's there singing a lullaby? Daddy’s cards are on the table Whose hand is rocking the cradle? Who's there singing a lullaby? No one’s home but the crow on the cable Whose hand is rocking the cradle? Who's there singing a lullaby? Whose hand is rocking the cradle? Whose hand is rocking the cradle? Whose hand is rocking the cradle now?
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Victor Kill 04:12
Victor Kill It was in November Victor turned nineteen His Bible marked at Jezebel His cuff and collar always clean Coy as a schoolgirl Fiery Anna came Her swinging hips and saltiness Set his virgin blood aflame Burn, burn, burn "Marry me," he said; She laughed and shook her head. But when the frosty mirror frowned. "I should settle down," she said. April they were married. She said, "Kiss me, boy." He held her in his trembling arms, "Anna, you're my only joy." Burn, burn, burn I am to return I am you will learn I am love'll burn, burn, burn It happened in December The door was left ajar The clerks were talking loud "I had her in her husband's car." Frozen like a statue Victor stood and heard Images of all the ways She lay back and broke her word Burn, burn, burn I am to return I am you will learn I am love'll burn, burn, burn I am to return I am you will learn I am love'll burn, burn, burn Slowly he wandered Barefoot though the snow "Father, has she love for me?" The mountaintop answered, "No." "No," said the forest, "No, she never will." "What can I do? What shall I do?" The river said, "Victor, kill." I am to return I am you will learn I am love'll burn, burn, burn I am to return I am you will learn I am love'll burn, burn, burn Burn, burn, burn Burn, burn, burn Burn, burn, burn
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Fat Man with a Flower Fat man bending over, Picking up a four-leaf clover, Leaning down for a flower In a field in Illinois, Rows of corn like corduroy, His momma said, “You're lucky boy.” A little luck can go a long way, Making light out of timothy, A yellow and a white And a red, red rose in a buttonhole 'Cause you never know. Next to the swimming pool They're thin and beautiful, First dates, affairs, and honeymoons. A little luck can go a long way, Making light out of timothy, A yellow and a white And a red, red rose in a buttonhole 'Cause you never know. It's summer, you can try to hide it, But the colors in the garden riot. You can't keep a songbird quiet. Fat man with a flower, Give it to the girl at the counter. She's off of work in an hour. A little luck can go a long way, Making light out of timothy, A yellow and a white And a red, red rose in a buttonhole 'Cause you never know.
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lambs get slaughtered on our road to ruin we stop and we listen to messengers of peace and then we kill them isaac was a son lilith was a daughter jesus was a lamb lambs get slaughtered there used to be so many now there's not even one when the hills are barren we'll see what we have done in the cotton fields the blues began with a holler jesus was a lamb lambs get slaughtered slaughtered in the cotton fields the blues began with a holler jesus was a lamb lambs get slaughtered slaughtered slaughtered
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Hard Landing 03:06
Hard Landing You're coming in for a hard landing. You're coming in for a hard landing. I'll be amazed if you're still standing. You're coming in for a hard landing. Clarity's calling and caution is one thing Meant to be cast to the wind. You're coming in for a hard landing Out of control in a whirlwind. You're coming in for a hard landing. I see your broken wings in a tailspin. Clarity's calling and caution is one thing Meant to be cast to the wind. Remember who you are. Remember where you been. Clarity's calling Clarity's calling Clarity's calling and caution is one thing Meant to be cast to the wind. You're coming in. Here you come.
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If it ain't broke, break it. If it ain't nailed down, take it. If it ain't wide awake, shake it. If it ain't catching fire, rake it. If it ain't fame and wealth, forsake it. If it ain't up to ten, crank it. If it ain't love, fake it.
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On the red horizon, ships appeared. The missionaries came and spoke behind their beards: "We admire the Indian, the pure and simple fawn, But your soul must book a seat on the final voyage on." An Indian girl heard and felt the Christian fear. She tried to fly away but was surrounded by those beards. The preachers' tongues were cocked, the righteous muskets roared, And her naked back felt the mercy of the Lord. She became a perfect Christian white man's wife. She loved her children faithfully and led a stainless life. Then one sunny afternoon she felt her dying come. She felt her heartbeat stop, and her spirit began to run. She ran and ran and ran and ran to an open door. A voice inside said, "Sorry, there is no either or." It said, "No no no no no no no you can't come in— This is Indian heaven, we don't take no Christians." She ran and ran and ran and ran to another door, But a voice inside said, "Sorry, there is no either or. No no no no no no no you can't come in— This is Christian heaven. We don't take no Indians." She fell and fell and fell and fell to the gates of Hell-- But the devil sighed, "Why'd you ring my bell?" He said, "No no no no no no no, you can't come in-- Hell is just for sinners, and you're guilty of no sins." The only door left for her was the second birth: Her only choice was to come alive again on Earth. She didn't come back as a Christian or an Indian, no no no, But a beautiful feathered bird the color of blood and snow. Now she soars forever with her children in the clouds, And if you listen now, you can hear her sing it loud: "No no no no no no no, you can't come in— The sky is just for birds. We don't take no humans."
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Bleak 02:16
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Rose on Your Grave Speaking of the storm You're the lightning, I'm the thunder Speaking of the lightning You're the flash I follow after Speaking of the thunder I'm the echo moments later Speaking of the storm, You're the lightning, I'm the thunder Speaking of the land There's a track and there's a train One of us will move While the other must remain If you die before me, speaking of the day I'll be the rose that lays upon your grave Speaking of the storm You're the lightning, I'm the thunder Speaking of the lightning You're the spell that I fall under Speaking of the thunder I am I and not another Speaking of the storm You're the lightning, I'm the thunder Speaking of the sea In a night of wind and rain We wish we were water We're only just a wave If you die before me, speaking of the day I'll be the rose that lays upon your grave Speaking of the sky There's an arrow there's a bow Either you were aiming high Or I was aiming low If you die before me, speaking of the day I'll be the rose that lays upon your grave
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Shake off the Snow Shake off the snow Stamp your boots Into the pub out of the cold She had a way with a warm glow Even with the wind chill nine below I can't complain about the cold I like the winter better Than the long hot days of summer A shot of rye was all it took Shall I hang your coat on yonder hook? No, I'll keep it on It wrapped around our shoulders in the dawn I can't complain about the cold I like the winter better Than the long hot days of summer On the way to the border We would lay by the water I don't know the Spanish tongue But with the Spanish boys I see she does From Sante Fe to Portland Maine Her mood like the weather changed On an icy hill we had a wreck Her scarf wrapped around my neck I can't complain about the cold I like the winter better Than the long hot days of summer I watch the door in a glow Guinness please, Dos Equis no It's July in Buffalo I'm still shaking off the snow I'm still shaking off the snow
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We Had Our Run The lights were low, the stakes were high It wasn’t fair for either side A line was drawn, what’s done is done But for a time we had our run We had our run of summer days Every step, one and the same Careless speed with wind and sun For a time we had our run We had our run of hail and heather Willows where shivering we lay Was it you or was it me Was it you or was it me Was it you or was it me that pulled away? Now is now and not forever We had our run of days so fast Wild streams of ribbon passed Colors turned, we were undone But for a time we had our run We had our run of hail and heather Willow where shivering we lay Was it you or was it me Was it you or was it me Was it you or was it me that pulled away? Now is now and not forever

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Songs of love gone wrong and death done right recorded in the wilds of Western Mass.

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released January 1, 2016

Christopher Thomas Elliott: vocals, guitar, bass
Lisa Austin: vocals, drum, guitar
All songs by Chris except "Drowning Song," by Lisa

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