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Manuela
01:46
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She died before her very first dance
Out there in the field by the plowman's hand
She fell to the earth and let out her last gasp
Saying, This ain't gonna stop me from going to my first dance
She crawled along Rt. 96,
Blood all over her long white dress,
The moonlight on her cold white skin,
Saying, This ain't gonna stop me from going to my first dance
When she got there the room was filled
With lots of dancing little boys and girls
When they say here they stared, and they sang,
Manuela, Manuela, what happened to you?
Manuela, Manuela, what did they do?
And she danced...
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Kentucky
01:36
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I was born in a Kentucky field
to a Kentucky woman and a dog
They clipped my brother off of my shoulder
and they threw him out to the hogs
Let them go, let them drown...
I left home for the big city
and found a place in the ghetto
I heard my brother calling out to me
saying come back to the meadow
Let them go, let them drown...
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Wampir
01:50
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The alleyways are all ours
We'll head out to the moonlight
Never go out to the sunlight
The hours are precious
The moonlight against us
Sometimes it's all a dream
The world has left us
a haunted expression
and a sense of disbelief
The treasure's ours to keep
Never throw out what you might want
Never keep what you don't like
The hours are precious...
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Ghouls All Around
02:11
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Chase all the bad ghosts away
I'll bring the good
Hide all the mirrors away
You look like you should
I've been so down, ghouls all around, where has my love gone?
Take all the violence away
And we'll sleep sound
We'll make a bed of hay
Or sleep underground
I've been so down, ghouls all around, where has my love gone?
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The Wooden Woman
02:47
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The wooden woman has jumped from the boat
She's headed out to cleaner shores
Where's she's gone, no one can say
Things disappear, all of the time...
Things disappear, but not my love
The chimney sweeper has fallen down the chute
All that's left are his boots
Where he's gone, no one can know
Things disappear, all of the time...
The butcher's wife has cut off her nose
She was tired of smelling his bloody clothes
Where it's gone, no one can know...
Things disappear all of the time...
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Luddite
02:31
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From the bottom of the bottle
you can look up and see what you've got
I've got one cow I'll slaughter
and one I'll let walk off
Gone are the days of real love
Gone are the times of comfort
We will never be free from this technology
It knows just what we need
In the middle of the forrest
you can look around and see what you want
I've got some limbs I need
and the others I'll just chop off
Gone are the days of real love...
There's someone in the yard,
grab the shotgun off the wall,
and aim steadily,
aim steadily love
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The Unnamed Twin
02:15
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Let's take a nice stroll out there in the moonlit meadow
Take a left turn you'll be out there by the crows
Scabs are comin' off, scabs are comin' off, scabs are comin' off
Take a right turn you'll be out there with the thorns
I sure as goddamn don't need a new name
A little paint goes a long long way
You can call me whatever you may
Scabs are comin' off, scabs are comin' off, scabs are comin' off
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End
01:53
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The farmer's arm has harmed the land
Now everyone will starve again
Now everyone will turn against...
You take all you want,
the more you give the less you've got
The governor's called for martial law
Now everything will wash away
and there will be nothing to take its place
You take all you want,
the more you give the less you've got
You take all you want,
the longer you live the less time you've got
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The Meek Eat The Earth
01:41
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Instead I'll eat hay and horseshit all day
But still I can dream of more...
When will the meek get to eat?
When will the meek eat the earth?
There's milk in the goat but it ain't in my throat
If I catch him I'll kill him for sure
When will the meek get to eat?
When will the meek eat to earth?
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Ghoulsby Chicago, Illinois
Ghoulsby is Patrick Vincent Welsh, author of the collection of short stories Hard Times Galore and the novel Before Horses Were Extinct.
patrickvincentwelsh@gmail.com
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