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They say we’ve got it coming
Run through deserts just far enough to turn around
Too many times for all the signs seen in visions
Not to point straight down
An elaborate tabulation of the whisper
That’s the end of all civility
A point we sadly passed about half a second
After Abel hit the ground
We’ve all got our end
We’ve all got our end
We’ve all got our ends
Just like the ends that’ll be
And the ends that have been
There’ll be wars and wars rumored
Funded by a single world currency
But, Brother, the money is running higher
For the world than it seems to be for me
There’ve been apocalyptic prophecies
Since prophets in this world could be found
Only time their eyes see eyes is
When they find time to talk it over under ground
We’ve all got our end
We’ve all got our ends
Just like the ends that’ll be
And the ends that have been
Though the story always changes
The story always promises to end
We’ve all got our end
We’ve all got our ends
Just like the ends that’ll be
And the ends that have been
Though the story always changes
The story always promises to end
Though the story always changes
We all know it’s all gonna end
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Cordelia
04:18
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I’ve been sleeping in my own bed every night
Right down the middle with my arms to my sides
The sheets are so cold to my left and right
The sun’s been a’ falling and the chill is on the rise
And I wake up so early after crying all night
Cordelia, you can model in the nude
Cordelia, you can wear those high-heeled boots
Cordelia, just don’t treat me like a rube
Oh taker and breaker of tender-hearted boys
I may be one of those but I just don’t have the choice
We walked together and you sang a siren’s call
The chorus said something like careful do not fall
I took your hand and you came in close
The thorns just might cut you when you grasp the rose
I took you outside and you climbed up all the trees
Then off to the Goodwill for a shopping spree
You took off with my heart and you did not say please
My systolic dropped and I fell onto my knees
You laughed at my dying, can’t say you did not warn me
Cordelia, you can take off down the road
Cordelia, you don’t need that heavy load
Cordelia, oh you left me feelin’ cold
Oh taker and breaker of tender-hearted boys
I may be one of those but I just don’t have the choice
Cordelia, you don’t need to bury me
Cordelia, if my dyin’ gives you peace
Cordelia, just you take it in your ease
Oh taker and breaker of tender-hearted boys
I was one of those and I did not have the…
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The Resurrectionists Boston, Massachusetts
The Resurrectionists celebrate the dark depths of American roots music with a feel-good, righteous rock
fervor.
Refined over the course of countless gigs in and around Boston, the 4-piece band’s performances combine driving rhythms and hellbent showmanship with a twilit vocal tour of family and faith, booze and the blues.
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