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Tiny Picture Frames

by The Proud Flesh

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1.
Lord don’t let me write my own eulogy I know that if I did that it would be the death of me Don’t wanna be the author of some awful prophesy So Lord, don’t let me write my own eulogy Lord don’t let them burn my paper effigy I just know that if they did that it would be the death of me I’ve tried the best I can Lord, I know that you’ll agree So don’t let them burn my paper effigy Lord don’t let them hang me from that old willow tree I just know that if they did that it would be the death of me For narcissists and arsonists I’ve no apology Just Lord, don’t let them hang me from that old willow tree Lord don’t let them draft me into the infantry I just know that if they did that it’d be the death of me Oh sticks and stones and IEDs and heavy artillery Good Lord don’t let them draft me into the infantry Lord don’t let them send the mounted cavalry I just know that if they did that it would be the death of me A thousand men with swords, just think of it my Lord And don’t let them send the mounted cavalry
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A ship with no anchor is like a love with no name The best friends who’ve left you, the streets that don’t change You’re free with out freedom, like a God with no face It’s bull-whips on slaves backs, it’s always the same And something better come, from all this blood Or we’ll be drowned like Colossus of Rhodes A life with out heart ache, is like a death with no scars It’s the changing of seasons and guidance from stars A war without soldiers, is like a job with no pay She screamed carpe diem, but I ran away Knee jerk reaction tip of your toes The fever you ran in my change of clothes And it’s the flutter of hear beats, and the smell of the ground It’s all you’ll be left with, when you hear that sound
4.
Tyranny is no relic; Goliath walks among men However slight or angelic his misdeeds may have been. Still we think ourselves clever, fighting windmills again Whom we kill with a feather, whom we kill with a pen. Ask the judge or the hangman - justice isn't poetic. It's just the slam of a gavel and some poison synthetic. In a cannibal climate, let the best savage win Curse the day when the primate first learned how to sin. Love grows thicker than briers, and won't let me forget I know all men as liars who'll admit no regret. Fallacy is a tower built on gold leaf and bone Spoken light as a flower with the weight of a stone. Truth will cut like a scalpel; truth will leave a great scar Truth will tell all about you to your friends at the bar. So pick your favorite disaster, and then say it ain't so That'll make it all better, that is all you need to know.
5.
Three Sheets 03:35
I must be the most clever bastard I know I traded my lover for the cold sea foam You hoist up that anchor and you let the wind blow And you let that mains'l drop There's a gold egg in the crow's nest and Polaris is my compass My first mate I met in a dream When the full moon is a bull's eye and my bedroom is a pig sty You'll find me beneath a lilac tree I'll be three sheets to the wind, boys, I'll be three sheets to the wind Yes I know, but I want to forget Cause it's detox and it's retox and it's detox once again And I ain't seen the worst of it yet It's three-and-fifty bicycles on a dead man's chest A house of cards, rest now in peace. I once was found, but now I'm lost I was a man, but now I'm a beast. So I'll paint myself blue and I'll howl at the moon I'll drink 'til I'm one with the ground Cause everyone knows, though they act grandiose, A big bang was the first and last sound
6.
The highway graveyards are covered tonight By the light of the bull horn moon The names on the graves had all worn off And nobody visits but me It’s not that they don’t care it’s just hard to remember That even a prom queen can die I’m sure at her funeral the senior class cries Death’s not an easy surprise It was three whole days before her car was found The whip-poor-wills sang in the dawn
7.
Ice Floes 02:47
Those were the days I wondered the future Those were the days I dreamt of the past Those were the days when I had no teacher The days before the die was cast. This is the night - the fire is dying an ember still glows, but I'll stoke it no more. This is the night - the floorboards are sighing December ice flows through the cracks in the floor. Winter came quickly, took my breath from me, hardened my heart, shook me to the core. Frost heaves and rock salt, ice on the streets, a message in the snow you left with your feet. Lover, you left me right where you found me You left me like the summer, you left me at dawn
8.
When you were younger you lived for the summer but now that it's winter and green grass has withered you've got to keep traveling on, got to find where you went wrong So pack your things, your insect wings, and don't look back in shame. I meant to tell you that some things will never change, and some will never be the same. And one day we'll miss this, this time that we live in the photos we hung on the walls in our bedrooms We've got to keep moving along, got to keep singing that song So pack your blood before the flood has swept us all away I wish I could tell you that there was some other way, but nothing gold can stay. Can you remember when we took off all our skin, laughing ecstatic in soft summer static We've got to get back to that dream, things aren't as hard as they seem So pack your bones, your sticks and stones and tiny picture frames. I meant to tell you that some things won't ever change, and some won't ever be the same.
9.
Storm came in and with it thunder White fire tore the clouds asunder If I live or if I die There will be that lightning sky When I was a younger man, plucked a minnow from a can broke his back to prove my power and the scales did rain, a silver shower Air my breath and Fire my spirit, Earth my body, Water my blood Fisher cat and lake bird song It won't be soon, it won't be long If I die or if I live I pray that minnow will forgive In the cool and dying light the stars will soothe my appetite Moon it is an archer's bow The arrows singin', swingin' low Air my breath and Fire my spirit, Earth my body, Water my blood Yellow bottle, yellow smoke thinking on the bones I broke whiskey turn your teeth to brown and "we're all gonna be just dirt in the ground." Air my breath and Fire my spirit, Earth my body, Water my blood
10.
I'm turning off my headlights, driving 90 on the free way Firing my guardian angel on the way ‘Cause you know that I can’t love you And we both know Gods a liar I’ll crash my car I’ll prove to you I’ll die Well I’m gonna write a song for all the slit wrist country singers We played on the stereo so loud Cus lately I’ve agreed with every word they’ve said And lord I can’t stay sober in this town Well I’m Turning off my headlights, driving 90 on the free way Firing my guardian angel on the way Cus you know that I can’t love you And we both know Gods a liar I’ll crash my car and prove to you I’ll die Well I’m gonna write a song for all my trigger happy friends And everyone doing drugs in this town Cus you know that drugs will kill you But man so will driving cars I’m gonna take my chances either way

credits

released August 6, 2010

Alexander Burnet: vocals, guitar, banjo, accordion, singing saw
Patrick Dalton: vocals, guitar, trumpet, harmonica, baritone bugle
Chris Dickerson: drums, vocals
Mike Skaggs: bass, vocals

with appearances by:
Amanda Bloom: vocals
Christine Hayward: vocals
Scott Jackson: trombone
Tucker Smiley: banjo
Kyle Neidig: djembe
Kialynn Bird; Sarah Dengel; Maggie Lyon; Dave Van Witt, Sonny: group vocals

All songs written by Alexander Burnet; Patrick Dalton.
Except "Ghost Stories," written by Alexander Burnet; Patrick Dalton; Christine Hayward
All songs arranged by The Proud Flesh.

Recorded by The Proud Flesh in various living rooms and basements around New England.

Mixed by Alexander Burnet and Patrick Dalton.

Mastered by Al Levesque at LiveMFR Studios in Danbury, CT.
2015 Remaster by Patrick Dalton at Tenement Sounds, New Haven, CT

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