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from Red House Painters - Down Colorful Hill (1992)
lord kill the pain
don't want to ask you again
kill my girlfriend
and kill my best friend sam
cause i saw them making eyes again
lord kill the pain
don't want to ask you again
kill my neighbors
and all my family too
they doubt my direction
lord let it rain
don't want to ask you again
drown my country
drown everyone but me
so i can live peacefully
or put me to sleep here
and wake me in japan
i want to speak a new language
drop me a line and pull me out
but do not find me
amongst dead underground
let me hear the whining sound
of a pig drown
and lead me over summery hill
to a place i like to think about
and sedate me with tylenol pills
oh how i love to dream about
drop me a line and pull me out
but do not find me
amongst life on the ground
let me see the burning down
of my home town
lord kill the pain
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from Red House Painters - Songs For A Blue Guitar (1996)
i can't let you be
cause your beauty won't allow me
wrapped in white sheets
like an angel from a bedtime story
shut out what they say
cause your friends are fucked up anyway
and when they come around
somehow they feel up and you feel down
when we were kids
we hated things our parents did
we listened low
to casey kasem's radio show
that's when friends were nice
to think of them just makes you feel nice
the smell of grass in spring
and october leaves cover everything
have you forgotten how to love yourself?
i can't believe all the good things that you do for me
sat back in a chair
like a princess from a faraway place
nobody's nice
when you're older your heart turns to ice
and shut out what they say
they're too dumb to mean it anyway
when we were kids
we hated things our sisters did
backyard summer pools
and christmases were beautiful
and the sentiment
of coloured mirrored ornaments
and the open drapes
look out on frozen farmhouse landscapes
have you forgotten how to love yourself?
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from Red House Painters - Songs For A Blue Guitar (1996)
when everything we felt failed
and some music soft in distant sails
but it don't sound like it did before
then i know i'm left with nothing more
than my own soul
when pretty pictues face back
but your coats aren't hanging on the rack
and blue water turns to
a place that i can't get to
a place that i can't
in a room all i feel
is the cold that you left
through the air all i see
is your face full of blame
what's left to see
what's there to see
in the room all i feel
is the cold that you left
through the air all i see
is your face full of blame
what's left to see
what's there to see
what's left to see
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from Red House Painters - Songs For A Blue Guitar (1996)
halloween in new york
on the way home from london
eight weeks on tonight still
but all the other winter's i spent
she lived in a house
where mission street bends
she slept in a room
where i didn't feel welcome
leaves are turning brown
all over the ground
leaves make like paper
make like paper sounds
way back, back then
i considered you my best friend
but the last time i saw you
i knew i'd never see you again
you lived in a place
off the chamblee-dunwoody way
i took up his space
when they took your father away
leaves are turning round
all over the ground
leaves make like paper
make like paper sounds
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from Red House Painters - Songs For A Blue Guitar (1996)
going past golden gate
elementary everyday
kids down colorful hill
recess and fire drill
she likes the side without the heat
where the sun don't beat
she likes the cooler side
of washington street
hummingbirds, pigeons and doves
hover rooftops above
light shine down into the tides
over hillsides
see where the bridge and mountian meet
at the mouth of the sea
and where the sailboats live a day
and turn away
with the purple evening
losing our loving hold
in the skies flourescent glow
she takes her thoughts and cares
into the moonlit alley stairs
still in my hand i feel the sting
the sound of bells ring
and the memory of the face
never washes away
the current evening
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from Red House Painters - Songs For A Blue Guitar (1996)
how have you been caroline
living ok
home in PA
see how the color left from our faces
from when, when we were younger
just yesterday i was making the reach
went for a swim in lover's beach
and there i met friends and i neared the bay
until i felt sick
but you were my friend
don't you know how i needed you then
i felt nervous when you shook and cried
the circles under your eyes
made love til you reached the clouds
through the ceilings and walls that surround
one time you drove through heat and hard rain
three hundred miles in the roots of your pain
things get so far back in your mind
that we don't connect
but you were my friend
at the turn of my life's events
i felt weak in the hold of your soul
and your blood-red eyes even more
but the feelings that stay with you now
get lost over time somehow
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