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Slow Hole To China: Rare And Unreleased (2003)
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Equinox
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Dig a slow hole to China
Blacker than a miner
No turn un-stoned I trample
Hold my candle's handle

Mama always said
"You better come home"
Stuck in the mud
Dug a slow hole

My blue cow
Gotta get her back here somehow
My brown bag
Never gonna guess what I have

Mama always said
"You better come home"
Stuck in the mud
Dug a slow hole

If it's too shallow then dig it more deep
If it's too narrow then dig it more wide
If you see a point of light
Shake hands with the other side
If it's too shallow then dig it more deep
If it's too narrow then dig it more wide
If you see the point of light
Shake hands with the other side

A lighthouse in Kentucky
Oh I should be so lucky
Sell fill dirt to the groundlings
And water to the drowning

Mama always said
"You better come home"
Stuck in the mud
Dug a slow hole

. . .


They landed in Manhattan
With rifles and hatchets
Stinking like the living dead
Eatin' local fauna
Like there wasn't a tomorrow
As they fed how it bled, how it bled

Sacajawea is gettin' meager
Nickel dime, nickel dime, nickel dime
It's such a long road that we travel
Nickel dime, nickel dime, nickel dime

Causin' more commotion
With that steam locomotion
On the quiet country mile
Blisters by the fistfuls
'Til the foreman blows the whistle
And drinkin' whiskey all the while

Sacajawea is gettin' meager
Nickel dime, nickel dime, nickel dime
It's such a long road that we travel
Nickel dime, nickel dime

Get up on the chuck wagon
If your feet are draggin'
Get up on the chuck wagon
If your feet are draggin'
Get up on the chuck wagon
If your feet are draggin'-yeah!

Well they landed on Europa
And it's colder than Dakota
But they took the bull by the horns
For the frozen ocean
Foreman has himself the notion
"This ain't nothing we ain't done before!"

Sacajawea is gettin' meager
Nickel dime, nickel dime, nickel dime
It's such a long road that we travel
Nickel dime, nickel dime, nickel dime

Sacajawea is gettin' meager
Nickel dime, nickel dime, nickel dime
It's such a long road that we travel
Nickel dime, nickel dime

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The killer, Scylla, and the limping fool
All the beggars play by the beggars' own rules
On a sea of destruction

All right

A sea of destruction

Blackest jackets of their burning books
A lecher loves what a lecher should
On a sea of destruction

All right

A sea of destruction

Build your ship and sail across the sea of flame
Leviathans will guide you into where they say
Kings dig ditches witches stitch in witches' time
And proper paupers are of sound body and mind

Greenest genius of the fallen fool
All the beggars play by the beggars' own rules
On a sea of destruction

Build your ship and sail across the sea of flame
Leviathans will guide you into where they say
Kings dig ditches witches stitch in witches' time
And proper paupers are of sound body and mind

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Went out the back of Halifax
All the way to Virginia, Fairfax
It wasn't weird enough
So I went west to Oregon

All I, All I wonder
While I run
Is what's, is what's
Next on my agenda

I made a ruckus with a succubus
Before she knew I was amphibious
She threw her hands up and started to scream
"Man you look like your straight outta V."

All I, all I wonder
While I run
Is what's, is what's
Next on my agenda

(spoken)
And so it was that I, a wayward throwback to the Mesozoic, was enslaved as a circus freak to entertain you drunken monkeys. But Fate still had her twisted sense of humor and she granted me safe passage to sunny Florida, where for over the past 300 years now I have been breeding with an unheard of efficiency. And soon my progeny will rise up and say "Hail Draco, king of the dragon men!"

I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills
Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil
In the summertime come my children
"For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!"
I fashion my crown from Quetzlcoatl's quills
Build my palace in the jungles of Brazil
In the summertime come my children
"For I hail Draco, king of dragon men!"

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Under dogwood blooms
Miss widow on her loom
Eating peaches & cream
Observer hums a haunting melody

You've got an easy breezy wind at your back
Most of the time
If you do not understand very few do
So don't feel bad

Easy breezy beautiful colored world
I'm in love with you
R-O-Y-G-B-I-V
Your colors are a comedy

Woman waiting for dawn
After the deer are gone
Dandelions holding dew
As indigo brightens to blue

You've got an easy breezy wind at your back
Most of the time
If you do not understand very few do
So don't feel bad

Easy breezy beautiful colored world
I'm in love with you
R-O-Y-G-B-I-V
Your colors are a comedy

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Oh that Appalachian Way runs from Georgia clear up to Maine.
Oh that Carolina sand runs from Kill Devil Hills out to cold Greenland.

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Na, na, na, na, na.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Na, na, na, na, na.

Can you summon fire baby with a simple flint and stone?
If you can't then baby you better go back to what you know.

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Na, na, na, na, na.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Na, na, na, na, na.

Who put me in heavy metal? If you know the answer I don't care.
I have a kick ass harpsichord. That's right.
I saw you dancing with the devil, I tell ya kid you're better off
Playing leap-frog with a unicorn. That's right.

Hang on, it's a long road to where we go.
Hang on, it's a long road to where we go.

Who put me in heavy metal? If you know the answer I don't care.
I have a kick ass harpsichord.
That's right.
I saw you dancing with the devil, I tell ya kid you're better off
Playing leap-frog with a unicorn.
That's right.

Who put me in heavy metal? If you know the answer I don't care.
I have a kick ass harpsichord.
That's right.
I saw you dancing with the devil, I tell ya kid you're better off
Playing leap-frog with a unicorn.
That's right.

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You look so good while you're riding
On your pterodactyl
Storming castles with abandon
And rainbows by fistfuls
Now lets go dancing madly backwards
While on a sea of air
Everyone I hear is saying
Captain Beyand will be there

When we go carelessly careening quickly
Screaming all the way
Gravity is such a drag
And we will not obey
Carelessly careening quickly
Screaming all the way
Gravity is such a drag
Now we will have our way

Was it I? Or was it shadow?
A trick of light in play
Leaving me to see that I saw
The garden from whence we came
But I'm not saying anything
That hasn't been said before
You may hear it now if you wish to
Put an ear against the floor

Then we go carelessly careening quickly
Screaming all the way
Gravity is such a drag
And we will not obey
Carelessly careening quickly
Screaming all the way
Gravity is such a drag
Now we will have our way

Now we will have it!

On the heels of charming dragons
There is snow falling everywhere
Sorceress, you bring a new Sun
And we will soon be there

Then we go carelessly careening quickly
Screaming all the way
Gravity is such a drag
And we will not obey
Carelessly careening quickly
Screaming all the way
Gravity is such a drag
Now we will have our way

Now we will have it!

. . .


Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time-
"Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine."
Behind the court house atop a scaffold stands a man with a bag for a face,
"You will not have learned until I return to give my executioner the chase."

The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins.

Widow in the furrow with thimbles hasn't seen her face in years
Kneels into a puddled reflection to find it is just as she's feared.
In the Garden the Archangel, sword above his head,
"You will not return until you have learned what you've forfeited."

The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins.

Baby on a threshold with silver. Breath rises from its lips
Beam of yellow light from a doorway and the figure of a silhouette.
In the cradle a wood stiletto rattles like a barrel of bones.
Another journeyman with passion silently recites the oath.

The swinging of its censers, the silence of its members
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins
From the places in-between that are so seldom seen
Oh, the Guild of Mute Assassins.

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Blackjack booted demons
Have surrounded my home
Got dogs and 'copters
and keep ringing my phone

Well I don't know if I'm coming or going
If it's them or me
Oh, but one things for certain
Willie Nelson only smokes the killer weed

Now they're breaking my windows
Banging on my doors
Got me down and hog-tied
Rifling through my drawers
Boss demon tells me
Oh how he would like to kill me
Wait a minute tough guy
My disease does that for free

Well I don't know if I'm coming or going
If it's them or me
Oh, but one things for certain
Willie Nelson only smokes the killer weed
Well I don't know if I'm coming or going
If it's them or me
Oh, but one things for certain
Willie Nelson only smokes the greenest green
Well I don't know if I'm coming or going
If it's them or me
Oh, but one things for certain
Willie Nelson only smokes the killer weed

. . .

Equinox

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Oh, I seen him walkin'
On down that road
He got a broken push cart
With a heavy load
Oh, Lord have mercy
Upon my wicked soul
Ah, he looked right at me
With his eyes of coal

It's the hoodoo operator
Hoodoo operator
Hoodoo operator
Hoodoo operator

Ah, he'll sell you liquids
To cure that whooping cough
And fine liniments
At a poor man's cost
Ah, but when your time is up boy
And you feel that chill
He will come softly knocking
To collect his bill

It's the hoodoo operator
Hoodoo operator
Hoodoo operator
Hoodoo operator

Oh, I seen him walkin'
On down that road
He got a broken white man
With a heavy load
Oh, Lord have mercy
Upon my foolish soul
It is so cold and dark
Behind these eyes of coal

It's the hoodoo operator
Hoodoo operator
Hoodoo operator
Hoodoo operator

Operate
Operate
Operate

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Well, my senses are sharpened
I'm half in the bag
I got a Cheshire smile and
A five cent rag.

Day of the jackalope

Abandon all ye faithful
Abandon all ye hope
Abandon all ye faithful
It's the day of the jackalope

Well, I heard about your problems
With your old man
Well, he's a non-issue
As fast as I can

Day of the jackalope

Abandon all ye people
Abandon all ye hope
Abandon all ye people
It's the day of the jackalope

Well, the leaves blow in circles
In my footsteps
Like the mouth of a river
I have no regrets

Day of the jackalope

Abandon all ye people
Abandon all ye hope
Abandon all ye people
It's the day of the jackalope

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