1. |
Set Me Free
04:02
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Are we like trees
When we die
Do we die from the top down
Are we more like the wind
How it goes
And it goes
And it goes
And it goes
Are we like birds
When we’re born
Are we born just to fall down
Are we more like the rain
How it falls
And it flows
And it flows
And it flows
How the forest needs the fire
And the land needs the drought
And your body needs the pain
And your faith needs your doubt
And you want something more
But refuse to give in
And you try
And you try
And you try
What did I do to deserve
Pharaoh’s position
The catbird seat is not for me
And what if I make of this place
My own little prison
Can I count on someone
To set me free
When we’re all gone
And the world’s all alone
Like it once was
Will there still be a hope
Like a ship coming in
Across the ocean
How the day needs the dawn
And the light needs the fire
And you know something’s wrong
Something’s making you tired
But you’re making it work
With the people you have
And you try
And you try
And you try
What did I do to deserve
Pharaoh’s position
The catbird seat is not for me
And what if I make of this place
My own little prison
Can I count on someone
To set me free
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2. |
Leave Me Alone
02:30
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Why won’t you leave me alone
I’m just trying to go home
You already shook my hand
All the way down to the bone
I’m trying to get home so I can wash my clothes
After that I’ll probably just I don’t know
Watch a movie on the TV try to read a magazine
I gotta leave so I can’t be here yeah it’s time to go
How can you have any fun
If you don’t fire the evening gun
I don’t want to lose my head
But Dickens had the people drink wine from the mud
I don’t feel sorry for myself just bored
I was younger got excited by a knock at the door
Now the shaking in my pocket’s like a leaky faucet
I can’t leave it on the dresser while I walk to the store
Why won’t you leave me alone
I’m just trying to go home
You already shook my hand
All the way down to the bone
The spiders on the balcony are getting too big
And somehow the water on the roof is getting in
And science says the universe is always getting emptier
The faster that you’re moving then you’ll fit more in
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3. |
Doralydia
03:02
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I’m as old as I’ve ever been
But I’ll never be this young again
And if I die these are my poems
Now you’re as old as you’ll ever get
And talking always makes you sad
They brought you home in an ambulance
Dora I know you have to suffer alone
In a north side rehab you chose
Or was chosen for you but know
Someone’s coming for you
Your mother wishes she could start again
Knowing what she knows now then
Your brother loves you but doesn’t understand
And I love you more than I know how to say
I tried to tell you anyway
I told you everything would be okay
Dora you were homesick now you’re home
I’m kind of homesick too you know
But someone’s coming for you I hope
Someone comes for me too
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4. |
Rust on My Hands
02:34
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Came home with rust on my hands
Day-old grass stains on my pants
New words and new ways to destroy
Tired of sleeping tired of making noise
Afraid of bees and crossing streets
Kissing girls and climbing trees
Each day’s just like the one before
And it will be forevermore
Today I’m going downtown
Today I’m riding bikes around
I’m going digging at the beach
Until I find a way to reach
The other side of the shore
Where they don’t have numbers on their doors
I won’t get sunburn on my neck
And then I’ll go home
I like the sounds in hardware stores
Reading yearbooks and locking doors
And thinking what it’s like to be
Six foot four not four foot three
And I’m hitting last second shots
I’m wearing shorts because it’s hot
I’m doing wheelies in the sun
If two is better then so is one
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5. |
Even Late
04:18
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Do you take pride in your hurt
Is it a good feeling to let your life lie fallow
What else could I do
You could try
Try again
Maybe I’m afraid
I don’t know why I’d rather just go about it this way
Look you’re a good man
And it’s a good thing to be loved
To be loved
Even late
Even late
It’s better than playing a part on a stage
Where only you are in the audience of the play
You say I deserve a rest
What you’re saying is my life is over
Well I’d rather you worked your guts out on your dust heap
They say I’m contentious
I’m just caught in a web
Of my children
Of my children
And I think I like it
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Connor Danstrom Chicago, Illinois
Connor Danstrom is a Catholic priest. He lives in Chicago.
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