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Sinister Minister
03:10
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From the brooding cliffs to the razor shores
To the breathless caves to them iron doors
There was loosed a man from the sands of time
Who leads the way from two steps behind
He’s going to break your heart and make you crawl with fear
He’s going to say the words that you want to hear
Fill your head with lies, he’s a sinister minister
When the devil fled, hid forever more
He sent forth a messenger to carry out his chores
He spans the age of man, his shape blonds and bends
He drives the cattle forth until we’ve reached our end
Fill your head with lies, he’s a sinister minister
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2. |
Beaver Fever
03:46
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I went down, down, down, all the way to Georgia
I went down, down, down, all the way to hell
Tried to drown, drown, drown, like Randy California
But the sound, sound, sound, would not take me to bed
I was bound, bound, bound, tighter than the hangman’s
But I’m bound, bound, bound, to burn before I’m dead
There was cries, lies and anger, coming from my head
But there was sound, sweet sound, and I followed where she led
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3. |
Beyond Free
05:46
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Listen to me if you want to see
The gold lights of eternity
Open your heart and close your eyes
We’re going deep to the other side
You cannot fight it
You must invite it
To be with me
Spark it up and light it
You must ignite it
So you can see
Ride on while the moment’s still strong
Hold still and let your cup be filled
Rolling seas bring it back to me
Let it hold your soul like molten gold
The auburn box that holds your pills
Let them spill of your own freewill
And take my hand, the white wizard’s spell
We’re digging deep through the wishing well
You cannot fight it
You must invite it
To be with me
Spark it up and light it
You must ignite it
So you can see
Ride on while the moment’s still strong
Hold still and let your cup be filled
Rolling seas bring it back to me
Let it hold your soul like molten gold
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4. |
Goodnight Moon
04:02
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Sweet September honey, gold and true
Leaves surround your body resting in the dew
And you’re tired, too
You are as pale as the moon
And I’m torn in two over you
So goodnight moon, whatever you do
Please watch over her, watch over her true
I am begging you to see through
Through all of the gray smoke and smog and gloom
I am begging you
Lovely, lonely morning, shaken by a dream
Hand in hand we were running to the safety of the trees
And I laid you down
And we slept forever more within the ground
And we were one, we’d become
So goodnight moon, whatever you do
Please watch over her, watch over her true
I am begging you to see through
Through all of the gray smoke and smog and gloom
Into a lonely room so blue
Surrounded by the memories once in bloom
That are fading soon, it’s true
So goodnight moon, whatever you do
Please watch over her, watch over her true
I am begging you to see through
Through all of the gray smoke and smog and gloom
I am begging you
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5. |
Good Girl
03:19
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She’s got cinnamon sticks in her lips
She only smiles before she spits
She’ll take the wheel right out of your hands
We’re going over the rails and into the dam
So come on…
She’s a good girl
But she’s nothing but bad to me
So amazed at the love that she feels
And I’m so scared to death of the fist that she wields
When it’s coming, I never can tell
I just grab my guitar and I run like hell
So come on…
She’s a good girl
But she’s nothing but bad to me
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6. |
Moderated Man
04:59
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New England morning and a lager-wrecked brain
Pink swollen eyelids and a trembling frame
Cold burning water, douse the flames in my veins
Ghost in the mirror and spit down the drain
Gray running highway, the buildings and trees
Focus dead forward and I’m yearning for sleep
Sun cuts across so confident and free
Makes me so sad as the time passes me
Cause I’m a moderated man
I take the easiest way I can
Television takes command
I let it lead me by the hand
No life before coffee, no promise for more
Three granite steps and I’m unlocking the door
Open for business, we’re just another tiny store
It’s always a battle and it’s always a war
When you’re a moderated man
You take the easiest way you can
Television takes command
You let it lead you by the hand
Five golden pints always take us away
Blue TV lights and nothing to say
Stare at the ceiling, alone and afraid
Paralyzed with fear for the upcoming day
When you’re a moderated man
You take the easiest way you can
Television takes command
You let it lead you by the hand
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7. |
Winter Song
03:48
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If you just leave me alone I could find my home
Stumble through the branches
I will be alright when there’s morning light
And the clouds have used their chances
You’re the funniest thing that a mind could bring
To the paths of a forest winter
Covered in white and gifted with flight
I knew that there could be no other
But I know, I know
That winters come and winters go
And I know, I know
I know
So let’s hold this to death as we’re holding our breath
Underneath the bower
In the bounty of bliss we shared one last kiss
In the silence of the hour
But I know, I know
That winters come and winters go
And I know, I know
I’m letting my insides show
And I know, I know
I’m walking forth with eyes half closed
I know, I know
I always will be the last to know
And show you anything
That happiness could bring
I’d give it if I could
You know that I would
Now she’s turning away as the sky it turned gray
And the snow unleashed its cover
She just fell from my side and my heart it just died
I knew that there could be no other
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8. |
Jack Shack
04:26
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Roll it up, drain your cup
We’re going out, all of us
Dollar bills and cheap, cheap thrills
Where we go nobody needs to know
Get in the van, your shaking your hands
Will soon be beating double time
Working day will just melt away
When we walk through them doors
We’re going to the Jack Shack
We’re going to get the dime back
Calling all you stray cats
We’ll meet you at the Jack Shack
Darkened woods, this don’t look good
We must have missed a turn or two
I half blind, have I just lost my mind?
I’ve got to find this joint
Then up ahead, a window red
I feel my pulse begin to rise
I see that sign right through them pines
And I know we’ve just arrived
We’re coming to the Jack Shack
We’re going to through some beers back
We’re going to lay some bones down
The price of meat is a buck a pound
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9. |
Burnin
04:11
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Running the motor that moves you along is a dangerous game
Feeling the fractals of light that ignite from a broken pane
Put on the water and turn it to ice, there’s a storm outside
Run from the window with terror abright that you’re burning alive
Riding along and singing a song of hope and faith
While under the seat the bottles crack as the moonlight fades
You’re pushing a luck that’s pushed you along at a treacherous speed
You’re out of the fire and into desire, you’re burning on need
Burning alive, there’s no hope for you yet
Burning alive, you are fueled by regret
Burning alive, no hope for you yet
Burning alive, we drink to forget
Time will dance with no man
Arm in arm with no hands
And we wait for a chance at life’s end
To hold eye to eye a good friend
The sand has run through, but your will it refused to go down
With eyes fixed dead you’re shooting ahead and there’s no sound
The wind at this speed is a razor that cleaves and your arms are gone
You’re just heart and a face at a furious pace and it’s so long
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10. |
The Happy Pumpkin
02:22
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11. |
St. Anthony
07:46
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It was a long, long road on which I died
And I leaned so much in those days I woke up on my side
I said “Driver, Alive, if you can hear, then let me off here”
And when he did my face, my friend, was a picture of fear
When the road moves on, let it push you along
When the road moves on, let it push you along
At first light of the night we cut lines cursed to be crossed
And I burned St. Anthony’s name until I forgot what I’d lost
Through the cracks in my hands I peered down to a mirror of blood
And I cried to the sink, “My lord, what have I done?”
When the road moves on, let it push you along
When the road moves on, let it push you along
Hear these shouts from the mouths in cold from the side of the road
And they scream to the captain, “Dear Sir, is there room for one more?”
Held a life like a knife, so keen and destined for great
But from a dream you will always awake to be crushed by its weight
When the road moves on, let it push you along
When the road moves on, let it push you along
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The Family Township Boston, Massachusetts
Township, AKA The Family Township, has been making their Boston-bred brand of classic rock inspired music for nearly 2 decades. As the years and albums have progressed, Township's music has evolved, infusing itself with greater urgency, immediacy, and existential rumination; mirroring these days rather than “those days.” ... more
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