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Doug Davis - Two Graves
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My fingertips
run cross your lips
don’t speak, just think on how you
burned my sinking ships
Laid down my hand
raised your wedding band
This old world’s just a manacled place
I let you take command
Two graves, the damage all told
promised my mama nothing ever gets sold
Son of a bitch, with a bloodhound on your heels
your foot will slip
Gonna learn just how I feel
This land, I fear
my blood’s frontier
You probably think this tale is all
about you,
don’t you, dear?
You’ve played your game
You stole my daddy’s claim
Sink down in your easy chair
My blood’s a liquid flame
Two graves, the damage all told
promised my mama nothing ever gets sold
Son of a bitch, with a bloodhound on your heels
your foot will slip
Gonna learn just how I feel
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The taste of montepulciano sweeter on your lips
Wasted thirty days in search of fingertips
Cappoata lipstick, dripping down your back
Here to Milan in a sheer heart attack
And I found my way out out out
What a price to pay
In a black smoke thick cloud
Hanging over our Italian holiday
Siciliano waterfalls, bursting at the seams
Strolling through the market, you all in my dreams
Barronetta ice cream, dripping down your sleeve
Bullet train to heaven, hope you never leave
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Time the wing waiter
Eyes us in the sky
And red, the quaalude wine
Trickles down your spine
Voices without a face
In tones as level dry
They march away the blind belief
Logic brought them somewhere grief
She looked over his shoulder
For ritual pieties
Oh, what a fool believes
It’s not a place, it’s not a time
It’s the honor of the thieves
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu
Mein Irisch Kind
Wo weilest du
The mass and majesty
Carries the same old weight
The worst could wish, they lost their pride
Passed as men, their bodies died
Ragged urchins,
aimless and alone
And lilacs out of winter lands
A ray of light in frigid hands
She looked over his shoulder
For ritual pieties
Oh, what a fool believes
It’s not a place, it’s not a time
It’s the honor of the thieves
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I passed through the capital
On the way to nyc
Traffic through the swampland was enough to make anyone crazy
But I’d rather be here than anywhere near you and your beauty
You can see him on the corner of tchoupitoulas and Napoleon Street
Holding a sign saying “I need money to eat”
Anyone that grew up in the Parrish knows him and his story
In the French quarter is where I heard he met you down by Jackson square
You were wearing a dress and you hinted that you didn’t have any underwear
Even though it wasnt too long ago
He looked much younger
With his long blonde hair
As I’m headed to Brooklyn I’m passing through Baltimore
Trying to wrap my head around the urge to call you a lady of the night
You ruined a life and now that life don’t even work anymore
I don’t want to speak to you
But I wanna ask what you did it for
Was it love at first and then when he was broken he didn’t look good enough anymore?
I’m writing you a letter I’ll never send asking why you kicked him out the door
Yeh he spends most of his time on a bench by Tipitinas uptown
He listens to the music and he thinks back to when his chance came around
And they say you made him choose between the art and you
and he weighed the odds and layed his piano down
I heard you said you missed him too much
Whenever he left to go out of town
He called you on the phone and you hinted you had some callers around
You said it every time and eventually
You wore him down
I’m still stuck in traffic
But I’m headed to my hotel by 8
Gonna see the city lights and I’m gonna forget for a while about that day
He was my friend and you used him
And there’s not much else to say
He hair is grown out again
Along with a big long beard
But it doesn’t look the same
As it did the last day he got it sheared
He came back to town went straight a barbershop and cut it off and put on a collared shirt for you and
got a job that wore him down to the ghost you see down at the shelter wear the law students volunteer
And now I hear your living in a 3 bedroom 1.5 bath
The spoils you reaped when the bomb exploded and the dust settled in the aftermath
Was it worth it or are you still waiting for the upgrade to jacuzzi from your porcelain bath?
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(verses are to the the chord progression of "Pachelbel's Canon in D")
Well it couldn’t have been so bad
wasn’t I the best you ever had
(“Hey Jealousy”- Gin Blossoms)
Now I’m sittin’ here dreamin about who we used to be
Back before the world fell under our feet
(“Hello” - Adele)
When all is said and done and dead
Will he love you the way that I do
(“Think Twice”- Eve 6)
Well baby even if he does…
He’s a fake, he’s a fraud, he’s a feeble imitation
Of a genuine original creation
So I look, and I laugh with this twisted fascination
At his patchwork Frankenstein impersonation
He’s an abomination
Well tell me is he good to you
Can he do the things I do
(“I’m on Fire” – Bruce Springsteen)
And if you’re thinkin’ bout leaving I can guarantee
you’ll never find anybody better than me
(“Follow Me”- Uncle Kracker)
When all is said and done and dead
Will he love you the way that I do
(“Think Twice”- Eve 6)
Well baby even if he does…
He’s a fake, he’s a fraud, he’s a feeble imitation
Of a genuine original creation
So I look, and I laugh with this twisted fascination
At his patchwork Frankenstein impersonation
He’s an abomination
Isn’t it silly with everything at stake
Look it, you’re Milli and Vanilli
Yeah- well I guess you’re both fake,
Frauds, a feeble imitation
Of a genuine original relationship
So I look, and I laugh with this twisted fascination
At your patchwork Frankenstein impersonation
you’re an abomination
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