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Hang Me Down
05:21
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Hang Me Down (I hate you)
Well, I saw you slowly coming down
(I'll hang you down)
with a swarm of shadows as a crown
(I'll hang you down)
And the darkness is boiling in your eyes
(I'll hang you down)
and I feel it pricking in my throat
(I'll hang you down)
the heavy rain is falling and I can't stand no more
do you see the apple tree that glows?
(you'll hang me down)
with my own hands I've knotted the rope
(you'll hang me down)
so the rope will smell as nice as me
(you'll hang me down)
do you think will help you all your fears?
(you'll hang me down)
don't you see how close
we were when I was away?
and missing you, dear,
is the best thing that I can do
because being by your side
is a breakdown,
yeah, a breakdown
oh, my, I really hate you
like I never thought I would
and I love to see you fall apart
(I hate you so much)
'cause I' ve let myself be knocked down by you
(I hate you more)
and you'll dance hanging from the tree
(I hate you so)
deep inside I want you to hang me down
(I will end you so)
don’t you see...
I get you down
you’ll get me down
I’ll hang you down
you’ll hang me down
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2. |
Saint John the Gambler
03:20
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Saint John the Gambler
When she had twenty years she turned to her mother
saying Mother, I know that you'll grieve
but I've given my soul to St John the gambler
tomorrow comes time leave
for the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
and dead men lay deep 'round the door
of the only salvation that's mine for the asking
so mother, think on me no more
winter held high round the mountains breast
and the cold of a thousand snows
lay heaped upon the forests leaf
but she dressed in calico
for a gambler likes his women fancy
fancy she would be
and the fire of her longing would keep way the cold
and her dress was a sight to see
but the road was long beneath the feet
she followed her frozen breath
in search of a certain St John the gambler
stumbling to her death
she heard his daughter right down from the mountains
and danced with her mothers tears
to a funeral drawn a calico
'neath the cross of twenty years
To a funeral drawn a calico
'neath the cross of twenty years
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