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iron & wine - a book unfinished
You returned the book unfinished about a girl with raven hair
And a gentleman, her lover, who presented her a mare
Which she rode across the country, leaving him to tend the land
Which had turned to drier quarter when it met his lonely hands
No more weeds left in your garden
No more green and no more stone
No more guilty left to pardon
Only evil of your own
Blind man found a baby, and the virgin kissed a man
From the farmland proven fertile since the rain returned again
But you returned the book unfinished to your friend around the bend
Who had scribed a closing passage but you never reached the end
No more sparrows in your garden
Since you lost your telephone
No more guilty left to pardon
On your hilltop all alone
iron & wine - prison on route 41
There?s a prison on Route 41
Home to my father, first cousin, and son
And I visit every weekend
Not with my body but with prayers that I send
I?ve a reason for my absentee
And no lack of love for my dear family
But my savior is not Christ the Lord
But one named Virginia whom I live my life for
And if I don?t mind to her
I?d rot in that prison for sure
Yeah, she?d toss me aside
And I?d surely wait to die
By decree, law, or demand
So unlike my uncle, grandpa, and great aunt
Whom I?d most likely see every day
If not for the righteous grand Virginia?s way
There?s a prison on route 41
Home to my mother, stepbrother, and son
And I?d tear down that jail by myself
If not for Virginia who made me somebody else
And I owe it to her
I?d rot in that prison for sure
Yeah, she?d toss me aside
And show me the way to die
By the precepts of her purity
So unlike the habits of my whole family
Whom I only see down on my knees
In prayer by Virginia whom I live for to please
iron & wine - a history of lovers
Louise only got from me innocent poetry
Although she played to not listen
But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else
Ever could offer the same
Some say she knowingly tastes like a recipe
All those so foolish and willing
I said, "Babe, I can picture you bend as if wanting to
Bow as the curtain goes down"
Cuddle some men, they'll remember you bitterly
Fuck 'em, they'll come back for more
I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me
Then came a knock at the door
I came for my woman, he came with a razor blade
Bound like us all for the ocean
I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death
Of a man who would take her from me
Some say they saw in me innocent poetry
Some say they'll never be certain
But still it's been written, a history of lovers
In giving, and taking, and ink
Cuddle some men, they'll remember you fittingly
Cut 'em, they'll come back for more
I asked my Louise, would she leave and so, cripple me
Then came the knock at the door
Louise came to rescue me, missing the irony
Blood made her heart change its beating
I hope that she's happy, I'm blamed for the death
Of a man she found better than me
iron & wine - ab s song
And if I died at twenty-three
Would you bury me in the sunshine?
Please let me know that you?re still mine
Though I?m gone
My love for you is oh-so-strong
And when the grass grows over me
Let me know you still love me
Never put nobody else above me
Then I?ll know
My love for you will always grow
iron & wine - an angry blade
Who left you so?
Striking a match for the keyhole
Dark as the evening laid
When he left you all alone
Turning to fade through the sawgrass
Tall as the only love
That you'll ever really know
Who left you so?
Grace is a gift for the fallen, dear
You're an angry blade and you're brave
But you're all alone
Turning a shade of an angel born
In a bramble ditch when the doors
Of heaven closed
iron & wine - beauty and family
Reading letters
Ancient coins
And pockets full of earth
Chance I'll see you
Next December
Bathtub running
Joining hands
And naked as a bird
That's a vision
I'll remember
Pull the covers of the bed
The papers of the ground
Now a baby
Walks where you do
Take her book off of the shelf
And put your teacup down
Know my hopes
Lay beside you
You're camera set in motion
Take a picture of the ocean
Catch the seagull up above
Make a whisper of your love
Put your hair and watch it grow
This time durates the floor
You're a beauty in the family
Spend your money for the month
He can afford you more
Keep your courage like memory
You're camera set in motion
Take a picture of the ocean
Catch the seagull up above
Make a whisper of your love
iron & wine - belated promise ring
Sunday morning, my Rebecca sleeping in with me again
There's a kid outside the church kicking a can
When the cedar branches twist she turns her collar to the wind
The weather can close the world within its hand
And my mother says Rebecca is as stubborn as they come
They both call to me with words I never knew
There's a bug inside the thimble, there's a band-aid on her thumb
And a pony in the river turning blue
They say," Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take"
My Rebecca says she never wants a boy
To be barefoot on the driveway as they wave and ride away
Then to run inside and curse the open door
I once gave to my Rebecca a belated promise ring
And she sold it to the waitress on a train
I may find her by the phone but with a fashion magazine
She may kiss me when her girlfriends leave again
They say, "Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take"
I think I could never love another girl
To be free atop a tree stump and to look the other way
While she shines my mother's imitation pearls
Sunday evening my Rebecca's lost a book she never read
And the moon already fell into the sea
Saw the statues of our fathers in the courthouse flower bed
Now they blend with all the lightning-tattered trees
They say, "Time may give you more than your poor bones could ever take"
My Rebecca said she knew I'd want a boy
A dollar for my boardwalk red balloon, to float away
She would earn a pocketful to buy me more
iron & wine - beneath the balcony
Let's go out and dance, darling, our last of days
And grace the game with a blindfold on
The cheaters came to play
And outside the soft-handed boys
Screaming cars and all their speed
Music, math, a hero begging change
His sword across his knees
And how he prays to find a man to blame
For every sleepless night he spends
And for every well that he warned me of
But wound up falling in
And then for the kids beneath the balcony
Who disregard the rain
To make sure the king won't grant
The dead man one more day
Let's go out and see, darling
What shines tonight
And temper your dream about the dying horse
With traffic, noise, and light
And somewhere the soft-handed boys
Bleeding hearts, and worker bees
Give to the holy mother begging change
Christ across her knees
And oh, how she prays to find a man to blame
For every loveless night she waits
And for every gun that she frowned upon
But still some fucker made
And then for the kid beneath the balcony
Behind the garbage can
Who waits for the king to come
And hold his sweating hand
iron & wine - big burned hand
When the arrogant goddess of love came to steal my shoes
She had a white-hot pistol and a noname hard tattoo
Saying one's to give
And one's to take away
But neither of them will keep you off your knees
The children bowed and bolted off the stage
While the lion and the lamb kept fighting for the shade tree
And the ransom God of war came to set me free
He had a couple of cold bottles full of gasoline
Saying all I love is all that I allow
You blew me a kiss of a big burned hand
Get each up with smoke and fell down
While the lion and the lamb kept shooting at a tin can
When the gun-shy goddess of love came back to patch things up
She had a purple heart and mother's milk in a plastic cup
Saying he loves to lay you gently in the grave
He loves the flag you fold before you go
When the curtain rolls the crowd is blown away
While the lion and the lamb kept fucking in the back road
iron & wine - bird stealing bread
Tell me, baby, tell me
Are you still on the stoop
Watching the windows close?
I've not seen you lately
On the street by the beach
Or places we used to go
I've a picture of you
On our favorite day
By the seaside
There's a bird stealing bread
That I brought
Out from under my nose
Tell me, baby, tell me
Does his company make
Light of a rainy day?
How I've missed you lately
And the way we would speak
And all that we wouldn't say
Do his hands in your hair
Feel a lot like a thing
You believe in
Or a bit like a bird
Stealing bread
Out from under your nose?
Tell me, baby, tell me
Do you carry the words
Around like a key or change?
I've been thinking lately
Of a night on the stoop
And all that we wouldn't say
If I see you again
On the street by the beach
In the evening
Will you fly like a bird
Stealing bread
Out from under my nose?
iron & wine - biting your tail
May your eyes be wide and seeing
May you learn from the view where you're kneeling
Know the fear of the world that you're feeling
Is the fear of a slave
May you know how the fight was started
Won' as much the snake as the garden
Wear them both like a glove that you can't wain.
May your mouth betray your wisdom
May you get what they failed to mention
May your love be your only religion,
Preach it to us all.
May you lose what you offer gladly
May you worship the time and it's passing
Stars wont ever wait for you to watch them fall.
We're the smoke on a burned horizon
We're the boat on a tide that's rising
Both the post and the pig you're tying
Put your gun for the blade
Someday we may all be happy
Someday all make a face worth slapping
Someday we may be shocked to be laughing
At the way we behave
May your hands be strong and willing
May you know when to speak and to listen
May you find every friend that you're missing
There's no check in the mail.
May you end there bruised and purple
Know that peace is the shape of a circle
Around and around you go, biting your tail
Little children, the wind is whipping
Short hands on a clock still ticking
Both the egg and the red fox grinning
His belly full for the day
Someday we may all want nothing
And all together we'll get what's coming
Someday I'll say the world was something
That we just couldn't change
May your tongue be something wicked
Know your part in the calf and the killing
See straight through the captain you're kissing
Helm loose in his hand
May your words be well worth stealing
Put your hand on your heart when singing
The choir's sick of the song but they've still got to
stand
iron & wine - blue leaves
Strength like a stone, a texture you know
And sewn in your children's quilts you made
Can you be meek, lowered and weak
Possibly tired as to see
Her eyes upon you under blue leaves at night
And what will you do with your new kind of sight?
Cluttered asides and marginal lines
Home to the closest jewels you owned
Strength like a stone, a pressure you?ve known
Better than footsteps leading home
And eyes wanting you under blue leaves at night
But you never knew until they sank out of sight
iron & wine - boy with a coin
A boy with a coin he found in the weeds
With bullets and pages of trade magazines
Close to a car that flipped on the turn
When God left the ground to circle the world
A girl with a bird she found in the snow
Then flew up her gown and that's how she knows
That God made her eyes for crying at birth
Then left the ground to circle the Earth
A boy with a coin he crammed in his jeans
Then making a wish he tossed in the sea
Walked to a town that all of us burn
When God left the ground to circle the world
iron & wine - broken spinning wheel
Stepping gently down the garden row
Susie she prays but yet nothing grows
Empty driveway and a flagpole tap
Breeze at her back & her hands in her lap
Susie says she'd like to talk
Sinking sunshine past his bedtime
He says, "Talk of what?"
Mother passed away and left her these
Porcelain cups and hidden memories
Photographs of who she used to be
Clothes and a broken spinning wheel
Susie says she'd like to talk
Sinking sunshine past his bedtime
He says, "Talk of what?"
In a book when he goes out of town
"....." Susie can't pronounce
Does she want a baby anymore?
Does she want the place she wishes for?
But Susie says she'd like to talk
Sinking sunshine past his bedtime
He says, "Talk of what?"
iron & wine - burn that broken bed
How do you bust the clouds?
Grass on your back been hanging in the air
I wanna scope you out
I wanna touch your mouth when you're up there
When are you coming back?
Bird on a branch will come back home to sing
When are you coming back?
Bringing it back and singing what you bring
How do you bust the clouds?
Head on the ground and feeling what you've seen
I wanna scope you out
I wanna be your eyes and show you me
When are you coming back?
When are you gonna burn that broken bed?
When are you coming back?
I wanna see you drifting overhead
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