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Oak Tree
03:31
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Under an oak tree, under an oak tree in Nevada
I buried my father, and my father's horses
And I wept
'Cause I had a daughter, I had a daughter in November
I wish she was older, so she could remember
My old man
Brother to hold her little hand
Now lay the casket deep down in the sand
I had a mother, I had a mother in Montana
She had a bottle, she had a bottle full of rye
She never cried
Told her my father had died
She laughed and said, "Don't kid me boy, you lie!"
You lie
You lie
You lie
You lie
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Victoria
04:50
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Her name was Victoria, she had a perfect mania
She tried to look picturesque but remained sad and untidy
She always did wrong but succeeded in life
Never took long, made a beautiful wife
She was too stubborn to love and too sheepish to care for her children
Oh oh Victoria
Oh oh Victoria
Church was her safety she loved Jesus too
Laughter staccato she always turned blue
She was nervously nervous when she smiled things got darker
Her anger was frightening her lips thin like floss
Always was running but never seemed lost
She'd paid quite the cost, she wouldn't help you in the hallways if you were lost
Oh oh Victoria
Oh oh Victoria
Someone been running something been lost
I didn't know who had become the boss
She was terrified of music, 'cause she was too sentimental
She was in love with love without ever being in love
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3. |
Table for One
02:39
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Go light a cigarette
And paint it blue
I'd rather walk alone
Than walk with you
Sunglasses blue and white
Upon your head
The mortuary sign
Is glowing red, it guards the dead
Sad eyed saint
Go microwave
Your last meal
I got a friend ya know
She stands alone
She never bothers me
When I come home
She never bothers me
Sad eyed saint
Go microwave
Your last meal
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Hangin'
04:03
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What would you do my friend if the rope was tied and taught
Your road is comin to an end and your final fights been faught
What would you do my love with your Mama in your face
Maybe you'll give her a shove and your heart will pick ups its pace
Your heart will pick up its pace with yer Mama in yer face
So Mama, don't go, please I'm dying, I'm dying.
Oh son, I forgive you, can't you see I'm cryin, I'm cryin
But I'm here, and I won't close my eyes
I won't close my eyes boy
No no no I won't close my eyes
What does it matter Mama, this black hood isn't fake
And on the other side of it the people snarl in wait
This black hood isn't fake
And on the other side of it, Mama, the people lie in wait
So Mama, so long, now I'm leavin, stop heavin
Send in the clowns! There's nothing here for you but sadness
Times Madness
So now go, walk away, turn around, there's nothing to say
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Lovely and Lonesome
02:58
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You swore you would never go back
Tp pick up the pieces you were owed
Of the heart that she left for you on the side of the road
But when you picked them up
You could not help but place them in the freezer
Next to all the other pieces you'd been loaned
You tore all the muscle from me
To make the man you wanted to see
All the way down to the bone and the curl in my toes
You tore out the pages of my paperback heart
And you only read the epilogue
Whoa
I concentrate on you Annie get yer gun
What now my love come and give me some
I concentrate on you Annie get yer gun
And come and give me some
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6. |
I'm Your
04:53
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You swore you'd come back
Put your train on my track
Put your heart in a sack
And put it on my back
I am your sherpa
I'm your sherpa
I am your sherpa
I am you I am
I watched you sing
to an empty room
From the depths you bring
All the darkest of gloom
I am your audience
I'm your audience
I am your audience
I am you I am
I'm your whippoorwill I'm your start
I'm you grand daddy's new heart
I'm anxiety in the rain
And I'm jarring up all my remains
I'm your
I'm your
I'm your
I am you I am
I am you I am
I am you I am
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We Became Owls Oakland, California
We Became Owls is the collective musical expression of East Bay, CA natives Andrew Blair (vocals, guitar) and Ross Warner (mandolin, accordion, harmonica, lap steel guitar, electric guitar, etc). The rest of the Owl family is Doug Keen (bass), Kelly McFarling (vocals, banjo) and Kyle Caprista or Andrew Laubacher on drums ... more
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