Beaten Sea

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Lyrics: Turn Out Empty In the dry summer days when the crickets all play and you know that they all call for you I'll be there with a green-eyed glare giving you the stare that you need You mustn't be blue I could have love in me too It just might take a few years to find it And if I have it in me and I don't turn out empty I swear that you'll be the first to know 'Cause the days they vanish like smoke and down to your bones you're a-burnin' 'Cause the vastness of the sea it don't match what you need And I'll hear you cryin' out to me So don't make up your mind It will only take time till you're crying and grabbin' for the air, babe But I see you're resolved so I'll give it my all to wait for you to fall to the floor 'Cause I remember the way that my father would say an early grave is the work of a beauty and I ain't never been hurt but I do take his word though I really, really, really, really don't want to be alone Doctor's Not Gonna Cure Our Ills Doctor's not gonna cure our ills Preacher's not gonna bend out wills Mother's not gonna set us still for long Father told me he's got a plan If that don't work, we'll burn the land I wish I gave a damn, but I don't So if you're gonna leave, don't go far These distances can break my heart Don't you worry one second more I told you once and once before I whispered through your bedroom door, it's alright So if you're gonna cry, cry in my arms You can't be loved and not be harmed I tell you so you aren't alarmed when you are So if you're gonna leave, don't go far These distances can break my heart Doctor's not gonna cure our ills Preacher's not gonna bend out wills Mother's not gonna set us still for long Father told me he's got a plan If that don't work, we'll burn the land I wish I gave a damn, but I don't So if you're gonna leave, don't go far These distances can break my heart Grave Clothes You saw me in my grave clothes The first day we met For forty days I trembled For forty more I wept We carved our letters on an oak tree And around those letters carved a heart And around that tree we built a white picket fence Outside the fence we kept the dark Now fences don't keep out the darkness And darkness can't discern the thief The thief who'd sneak into our garden And chop down our oak tree When I hear that oak tree fallin' I'll come lookin' for that man As you stand there cold and crying With the axe blade in your hand Hard Way You said you're leaving I'll see you in the morning And that is just one more thing That ties me to a place Though you cry now All I can think is just how Those damp gray lines they have bound Your eyes upon your face It's a hard way but it's our way When you return Tell me of your travels The angels and the rabble And how they sang the same You'll say you missed me I will say I missed you Then you say you love me, It's all that we can do It's a hard way but it's our way My words are weapons My success, it is regression My joy, it is depression I'm leaping just to fall Will we share a tombstone Will I go in the ground all alone If so, will you remarry? Will you marry me at all? Hatchet I've got a hatchet at my heel To lay me low He aims to, he aims to lay me low I felt it in the womb Overcame He took my blood and then he took my name He took to the air With each breath He filled his lungs until there was nothing left I've got a hatchet at my heel To lay me low He aims to, he aims to lay me low Weight Against the Weather I put my weight against the weather I lay my hands upon the wheel But they're only holy harlots So I try not to feel the winds blow The winds blow And the wheels turn to the city and my mind turns back and sees you climbing into my bed with the dirt brushed off your feet Winds do howl, winds do howl And if the heart's a lonely hunter then the eyes are lyin' thieves that keep me from your fingers climbing up my sleeve Winds do howl, winds do howl And your naked shoulders tell me that I'm awfully close to sin Praise the good Lord that Jehovah doesn't know where you have been Winds do howl, winds do howl And there were roots down in the river