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Lie Down With Dogs.

All lyrics by Brian Wiegert. © 2005.

Tracks:

1. King's Diamonds
2. Diary
3. Newlywed Deception
4. Grey Has Silver
5. Baby Pretty
6. June the Loon
7. Southern Silhouettes
8. Calvary Come
9. Half a Mound
10. Stairway
11. No Renovation

King’s Diamonds

It walks alone, I don’t know, I guess
That’s the way it goes
It talked so slow, learned to sew
Make believe tableaux
But I’m so cold she told me so
Ten thousand years ago
We lost control white eyes rolled, filled with
Teardrops wrought from snow

Chorus:

The cold and dripping highway drone
The stone called turn me take me home
The faithless ministers take their toll
All the king’s diamonds back to coal

The years unfold so I’m told I guess
I’m just getting old
The plane to sea is taking me just as
Far as I can be
But It’s ok and it’s erased and it’s
Ready for the game
My dry eyes roll do what I’m told
I’m just getting old

(Chorus)

Guitars

The crowds away, and silence plays upon
Depths of sound unknown
A funny way, for you to say, you’d
Like to sing someday
But not for shame, a foolish name, for
Things we want unclaimed
We’re all the same, all in a ring,
Watching the same thing

(Chorus)

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Diary

Swing low sweet industry
Sudden styles they won’t be seen
By laws and fallacy
I’ll work in obscurity
Planned on no quality
Fell in line right next to me
But that’s not the pride I need
I’m not the one who wrote the scene

Chorus:

I can’t wait for everyone to come around
I can’t wait for everyone to come around

Run to the side of me
I won’t fail if you succeed
Cuz I read your history
And the years were kind to me
you’d call that blasphemy
But let’s say just what we mean
Cuz I kept your diary
Of all the things we used to be

(Guitars)

Calm down!  It’s ecstasy!
You and I and everything
This time, this century
Burning down on my TV
But I’ll keep my dignity
And hold it up for all to see
This just makes sense to me,
Burning time and losing sleep

(Chorus x2)

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Newlywed Deception

I’m watchin out for the changing constellations
How some are spent and some are wasted
I’ve seen a different side of solemn celebration
A wealth of useless information

Chorus1:

You finally found yourself some sorrow
Now lead me to the place where I go
Someone tell me what I’m missing so I know
I’m gone until tomorrow
My cash got burned into a massive reputation
Without scorn or plan of action
So take a walk with me to barren central station
The train to nowhere hasn’t left yet

Chorus2:

The weight of spiders on the ceiling
Days of muddy season cleaning
The boys’ chances are now fleeting
Bring him back, his pets are only sleeping

Solo

I stole a glance inside of newlywed deception
This smiling child that we’ve created
He come along and stole the breath of every nation
Walked six miles into the ocean

(Chorus2)

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Grey has Silver

And it seems that there’s only two who know what’s theirs
And I feel for all those who still seem as once dead
Planting time in the garden of control, the sun shines
Pleased to see what the watchmen used to know, what’s mine

Chorus:

Twenty-four has her hours go by too slow, and there’s no luck tomorrow
Pleased to see what the watchmen used to know, grey has silver to borrow
Priam’s son saw his own cry out in fear, a stranger
Hera’s jealous of all who bear him sons, bear him no more
Heavy walkers on water skip like stones, a god and a man
When it burns down to earth the sky no more is home for them

(Chorus)

(Guitars)

Planting time in the garden of control, the sun shines…

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Baby Pretty

I’m alright with indecision but at least I know what’s mine
And there’s a place for every wisdom but at least I know I tried

Chorus:

In awhile I’m left behind with
All the lies that I tried to hide
And there’s a place for everyone
Inside

Spent some time in every city and I think I caught the line
Running wild with baby pretty but I think we’ve done just fine

(Chorus)

Running wild with indecision but at least I know I tried
Spent my life with baby pretty but I think we’ve done just fine

(Chorus)

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June the Loon

Do you love the afternoon?
Yes, I’ll be there soon
My birthday stays in June
Yes, I’ll be there soon
Boxes everywhere
Covered in cat hair
It’s impolite to stare
At my bar tab over there

Chorus:

If it’s only to believe it,
Yes I will, I’ll receive it
That’s all I’ll do for you
If it comes from the conception
Yes you’re still no exception
That’s all I’ll do for you

Under covers under where?
Who would notice, who would care?
Suddenly I just don’t care
‘bout your boyfriend over there
do you love the vacant room?
Yes, we’ll be there soon
My birthday’s still in June
Yes, I’m still the loon

(Chorus)

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Southern Silhouettes

When the lights hang low before the sunrise
Can’t see the crows over darkened skies
And the ribbons in her hair don’t realize
That the wash is out but it never dries
And the stars of doubt they can’t ever hide
What the bloodstains show in the moonlight
That the man in the meadow is telling lies
In the deep of the south

Chorus:

It’s the river’s side that keeps me dry
And I watch the blood flow right on by

When the wind is winding  through the hollow
we all sit down on the banks and never know
all we see are the signs of the greatest show
well he gave me a sign and I’ll follow
when he baptized me over at the water hole
they sneak in through the cellar window
and they’ll pull you down but don’t ever go
in the deep of the south

(Chorus)

(Guitars)

And I see that the waters are risin high
And I hear that the hounds are close behind
So I’m draggin branches over open eyes
In the mud and the blood they go stompin by
And I see them hangin by their tree-lines
Bodies silhouetted in the moonlight
So I reconsider all my alibis
In the deep of the south

(Chorus)

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Cavalry, Come

Every day the sign says open season
And I would shoot them all if it weren’t for the bleedin
When the cavalry comes they bring only water
Then their trumpets fade so why did they bother

(Guitars)

So the other night your son found his answer
And he could fool us all with two charming glances
And his city home is built all of ices
And as I watched it melt I wanted to try it

Chorus:

So let me come and hold you up again
I can’t swim but I will jump right in
There’s a place I’ve seen it I’ve seen it
I found a solution
Every time I touch you I’m convinced
Everyone has something that is missed
Old and blind is all we’ve ever been
But I found a solution

(Guitar Solo)

(Chorus)

(Guitar Solo)

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Half a Mound

Walkin in on everyone,
I had a good time, had a good time
Walk back out on everyone
Never know why, never know why
Half a mound that’s halfway sound
It’s gotta come down, gotta come down
Half a mind that’s halfway blind but
College was fun, college was fun

Chorus:

It’s a sign on a lonely drive that passes by
If the size is no surprise, it cannot hide

Russian white all blacked out night
I’m bored out of my mind, bored out of my mind
Wedding gown all passed around, I
Tore it on down, tore it on down
Runnin out of oxygen it
Got me real high, got me real high
It’s a sign on a lonely drive that
Passed me on by, passed me on by

(Chorus)

(Solo)

Repeat first verse

(Chorus)

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Stairway

All the lines on every face
Won’t be replaced
Though it was completely in vain
They tried to explain
That the rails aren’t part of the train
But that’s insane
So I had my chance to complain
What could I say?
This is my stairway
What can I Say?

When the line’s drawn, will you be home? X4

(Solo)

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No Renovation

For the hours that run, your only reason
For the lines that are drawn, across my station
And no prizes were won, no consolation
And no right’s ever wrong, no renovation

As the nights they grow long, no celebrating
And we all learn the song, work and playing
And the two that were one, are separating
And if you do press on, they’re still waiting

In every hourglass, in every steady hand
There’s a chance for me to run

Every doubt carries on, a silver lining
All the eyes focus on, what you’re hiding
It’s your words, it’s your blood, but it’s not your writing
From below and above, we’ll send tiding

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