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Love Is Enough Joe Henry

Lincoln Street is howling It's empty, growing colder, The night has come on limping and It's bleeding from the shoulder.

God Only Knows Joe Henry

But the world is always beautiful When it's seen in full retreat, The worst of life looks beautiful As it slips away in full retreat.

Flesh And Blood Joe Henry

Come speak my name, Fill my head with all such foolish dreams My flesh and blood is no more real to me Than what they seem My love for you is burning Like a spark along a fuse, I feel your mark upon

Room At Arles Joe Henry

Just behind that wall, I think, She pulls her stockings on: The creaking floor speaks through the door Of one foot then the other The curtains wave a flag to say This afternoon is done And giving in to

Parker's Mood Joe Henry

I didn't know what time it was When I came to The only light in here Is my flickering TV Watching back at me Oh, my love is here to stay Saints alive And all the saints be praised I see them

Our Song Joe Henry

Mays At a Scotsdale Home Depot Looking at Garage Door Springs At the the far end of the 14th row His wife stood there beside him She was quiet and they both were proud I gave them room but was close enough

You Can't Fail Me Now Joe Henry

I know that fan is moving air, I can see it in your hair But I can't bear to breathe it in somehow I'll rise and fall with you 'cause you can't fail me now I'll rise and fall with you 'cause you can't

Heaven's Escape Joe Henry

They're showing a movie on the side of the bank Oh, I'm in love with all creation And the warmth of the hood of the car in the dark Oh, I feel I'm an angel in waiting Where time is alive in the dark

Animal Skin Joe Henry

I see in you an animal trace Thats quick in your blood and deep in your face, Mine has been tamed Im shamed to pretend When Im this close to your animal skin I remember when love was something I craved

Scare Me To Death Joe Henry

breath And you move up behind me And scare me to death You're fragile but wicked And fleeting as breath And you move up behind me And scare me to death At war between All good intentions and greed My love

Tomorrow Is October Joe Henry

fires have been contained These ashes are of our own making, Clouds hang up on radio towers And sirens sing one song for hours Here begins the fitting end To what we'd started over When tomorrow is

Dirty Magazine Joe Henry

Just tell me everything Ive heard before Like it was news The miners strike, hold out for love We bust their heads, push and shove, By helmet light, we rise above And say, look out below!

Time Is A Lion Joe Henry

Here you go If you fear the angels above while you sleep Then I'll be the blood, you paint on your door Your dream is a worry that nothing will keep But time is a story and there will be more Your dream

Flag Joe Henry

But it was blowing every which way I loved you long before I knew Love is something one decides to do. My vanity and fear conspired belief That loves just a mirror for a thief.

Civilians Joe Henry

eventing coming on Lovers tug their way out of gloves Out of shoes, and gray chiffon The driver pulls his blanket high And pretends to look beyond Oh, pray for you, pray for me Sing it like a song Life is

I Will Write My Book Joe Henry

I have no time for what inclines Their rhyme or broken reason; The world is ruthless, shrewdly blind, My oath to them is treason...

Shut Me Up Joe Henry

It pats you down and cuffs your hands And makes its bed right where you stand… The prayer wants to believe in you And does in spite of all you do, It sings itself just like a song When hope is weak and

Sold Joe Henry

Love, when its defeated, just remember Can still keep you in its hold. No need now to tempt me with surrender Im already sold What was that A lonesome battle cry?

Odetta Joe Henry

have laid, Clouds will crack and spill, decent and lift, Sharpen this light into a blade And split the limb beneath me That holds me off the ground … Odetta, Odetta Please come and take me down Nothing is

Lighthouse Joe Henry

But your secret heart, As still as a bloom, Waits at the door To light up the room Your bed is a drift, Its come loose from the floor, The dead float up like dreams I push them back with my arm

Deathbed Versions Joe Henry

Now the rabble have been jailed, The moon is up, had hung and paled The horses spooked, the fences failed … How do you like your boy? How do you hear your lion's song?

Tiny Voices Joe Henry

They set fire behind them I see it burning into view, High upon the mountain where Im Falling for you All manner of abandon Is just the thing we need, Get ready for the country, boys, The town has

Unspeakable Joe Henry

unspeakable dreams Fall to you, All my unspeakable dreams Fall to you Mt shadow stands up at the sound of my name, I tug at my mask and try to explain The way that I hide the one thing I might be As is

Windows Of The Revolution Joe Henry

Were supposed to want for nothing else Just show the world a stoic light But my man never came home last night This is what we make of this The walls all smell like blood and piss.

Widows Of The Revolution Joe Henry

We're supposed to want for nothing else; Just show the world a stoic light But my man never came home last night This is what we make of this-- The walls all smell like blood and piss.

Dark Tears Joe Henry

Swinging as you go, Your body speaks the broken street, Swinging as you go Sometimes words escape me, But there's a rhythm to all we know Some take wine for water, Some make bread from stone Some take love

Piano Furnace Joe Henry

wall Clear the young children from out of the hall Stuff it with tender put paid to it all Let it stoke the fires of the world Let's beat this guitar it was meant to be heard The way a confession is

Strung Joe Henry

away what never was mine The god of all truth, of darkness and sleep, Plays like the arc of a lamp and for keeps Dancing with fury, heat in both hands And welds me to you in the place where I stand: In love

Leaning Joe Henry

Ive cut back your roses just to give myself a day Free of vulgar beauties that I know Will fade away The scene is like a circus chasing winners Out of town, Leaving here a wet street of mirror, and

Wave Joe Henry

Life is brutal to the weak and sober Its powers of persuasion dark and grave, It pushes its way up to the railing Then turns its face when you start to wave. "