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Fare thee well, Miss Carousel

Wednesday, August 3rd, 2011

by Townes Van Zandt

The drunken clown’s still hanging round
but it plain the laughter’s all died down
the tears you tried so hard to hide
are flowin’
A blind man with his knife in hand
has convinced himself that he understands
I wish him well, Miss Carousel
but I gotta be a-goin’

Won’t...

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Rex’s blues

Tuesday, July 12th, 2011

by Townes Van Zandt

Ride the blue wind high and free
she’ll lead you down through misery
leave you low, come time to go
alone and low as low can be

If I had a nickel I’d find a game
If I won a dollar I’d make it rain
If it rained an ocean I’d drink it dry
and lay me down dissatisfied

Legs...

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If I needed you

Wednesday, June 1st, 2011

by Townes Van Zandt

If I needed you
would you come to me,
would you come to me,
and ease my pain?
If you needed me
I would come to you
I’d swim the seas
for to ease your pain

In the night forlorn
the morning’s born
and the morning shines
with the lights of love
You will miss sunrise

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Kathleen

Monday, November 15th, 2010

by Townes Van Zandt

It’s plain to see, the sun won’t shine today
but I ain’t in the mood for sunshine anyway
maybe I’ll go insane
I got to stop the pain
Or maybe I’ll go down to see Kathleen.

A swallow comes and tells me of her dreams
She says she’d like to know just what they mean
I...

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Don’t you take it too bad

Friday, July 30th, 2010

by Townes Van Zandt

Don’t you take it too bad
if you’re feelin’ unlovin’
if you’re feelin unfeelin’
if you’re feelin’ alone
Don’t take it too bad

‘Cause it ain’t you to blame, babe
Lord, it’s just some kind of game made
out of all of this living

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Sad cinderella

Tuesday, July 6th, 2010

by Townes Van Zandt

When the bandits have stolen your jewelry and gone
and your crippled young gypsy, he’s grown tall and strong
and your dead misconceptions have proven you wrong
well then, princess, where you plannin’ to turn to?
when your magazine memory has spun you around
and you realize your lovers were just painted...

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