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Can’t think of a time when your love was true.
Can’t think of one kind word that you said.
But I got on a plane because you asked me to
with a suitcase full of contraband.
We met in Istanbul at Taksim square.
I thought the plan was suicide:
to shake down one of the billionaires
at a cafe in broad daylight.
But I put my jacket on, and I did my part.
Security was swift, and they slammed me to the car.
But your whereabouts, I kept them hidden in my heart.
Fake diamonds, false powers I gave you.
In prison, I did fifteen years,
always dreaming of my reward.
Then I worked a boat back to the gulf
where I heard that you had been holding court
in the Spanish moss and the neon haze.
From the pool you met my eyes,
and by the proposition in your gaze
it’s clear you don’t even recognize me.
And I remembered at once every promise I had kept
while you played you were king of the kingdom of death
in a palace you built out of nothing except
the fake diamonds, the false powers I gave you.
Like branches in a hurricane
that fall in disbelief,
I came inside and lay across your bed
filled with a terrible sense of relief.
And the moon flashed in my prison blade
as it found your heart of stone,
And the look you gave me was pure surprise
as we rolled out into the open,
And I knelt to put my weight against you where you bleed
as the rain goes on to make a mirror of the street.
And it’s weird, so many crowding at the hour of your defeat,
and not one of them gonna come down here and save you.
Fake diamonds, false powers I gave you.
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You Winsome (Live)
03:27
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The Cave (Live)
05:50
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I woke up in a cave.
At least I think I woke up in a cave,
it was too dark to tell.
Pressed against the stone
my head felt like it wanted to explode.
Oh, you think maybe we went a little far?
The air is shadows going by.
I never said I wanted to die,
just to be where the dead are.
Devotion is in my hands.
I went on on all fours
to look for passage, some kind of trapdoor.
To turn my body into love
I brought it to the void.
I guess I thought it had to be destroyed.
How American. I’m shaking in my trance
like a planet in a telescope.
I know you must be looking for me.
The way a planet in a telescope
is shaking because it is in your hands.
Devotion is in my hands.
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Well, I'm not just a fool
I sat alone for an hour and thought
I know I broke the rules
I knew it there on the spot
But what I did was alright
And I knew all along
In spite of the warning I got
Cause this time, Dad, you're wrong
I'll prove it to you
No, I'm not just a fool
I'm not just a fool
No, I'll prove it to you
Well, I can't tell you why
Might not know why until after it's through
But at least I've got to try
And then you might understand too
But love is why I go back
Like I knew all along
The fact is I even love you
Cause this time, Dad, you're wrong
I'll prove it to you
I'm not just a fool
I'm not just a fool
No, I'll prove it to you
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This desire’s all wrong
(we knew that much all along),
but we could pretend for a while
that I didn’t cry
for you deep in the night,
that you didn’t want me in your arms.
Then you undid your coat like a hallucination.
You kissed me, and it felt like a curse.
See my woman at home, it’s a bad situation.
I wish you had got to me first.
Your husband was making
a movie in Spain,
and we walked hand in hand through the park.
The autumn had triggered
in you, we decided,
fondness for a fearless remark.
And I’m beginning to see
the years wasted on misery
like a judgment that you could have reversed.
You raise up your drink
and say it’s just one of those things.
I wish you had got to me first.
Now I’m listening above
for the whispers of love
like one of its true believers
(but with miles left to go,
and they’re starting to show).
I wish you had got to me first.
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Low Country Blues (Live)
03:33
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With a team of professionals keeping me drunk,
with a wilderness caught on the tip of my tongue,
I want you, or I don’t want nothing.
There’s people out there making love’s pilgrimage,
but I’ll bet you their friends are probably all rich.
I want you or I don’t want nothing.
I thought that pain had purified
my will, and being immune
I went on, I felt justified
in my low country swoon.
Coulda shown you a good time, she said. But I doubt it.
I lost my pride, and I can’t see a damn thing without it.
I want you, or I don’t want nothing.
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Alex Dupree Austin, Texas
Music for people who like words / words for people who like music.
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