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funeral

I'm coming up only to hold you under
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were

Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it's all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were

At every occasion I'll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

I'm coming up only to show you down for
I'm coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow (alive is very poetic)
For'e (before) they died had trees to hang their hope

At every occasion I'll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I'm ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral


the great salt lake

Back of the boat was painted wrecking ball
There was country music playing but he don’t like it all

There was whiskey bottle spilling and a lake it was made of salt

Well look out back there was a note on the door it saying,
“Everybody listen we will be the next on the hope ”

Well if you find yourself falling apart
Well I am sure I could steer
The great salt lake
Falling apart
Well I am sure I could steer
The great salt lake

Your old man was but a wishing machine
It’s time that you could spin
Now that he is getting old
the watering hole
It’s a place to lay south or the heads of coyote

Now if you find yourself falling apart
Well I am sure I could steer
The great salt lake

Follow me home
We want more
Follow me home
We all want more
If ever beat down
We know who we are
They know who we are
If ever beat down
We know who we are
They all know we want more

band of horses - everything all the time
[subpop;2006]