Good Morning, Magpie

Murder by Death Good Morning, Magpie Lyrics
1.Kentucky Bourbon

There are many choices in this life
That we don't get to make
Like who's your pa, where your from
And when the leaves are down it's time to rake

But you can choose your drinking partner
And mine ain't from Tennessee
Yes, it's straight Kentucky bourbon for me
Oh yes, it's sweet Kentucky bourbon for me


2.As Long As There Is Whiskey In The World

I been down on my luck
Been down too long this time
I drank up to the bottom
Til I found myself there too
And the taste of defeat
Has never been so sweet
So I pour another glass
And fail again and again

I been down
And I been higher than Sears Tower
I asked the higher powers
If they could just spare a drink
Did they answer my cries
I was a bit preoccupied
I toasted them and boasted to them
The day they met their match

But as long as there is whiskey in the world
We can drink away the harvest
We can drink away the girls
We'll fall in love with an amber touch
As long as there is whiskey in the world

I have loved
And I've lost all they gave me
They all try and save me
But I'm seein' this thing through
And these feelings of remorse
Have left me no recourse
So I pour another glass
And fail again and again

But as long as there is whiskey in the world
We can drink away the harvest
We can drink away the girls
We'll fall in love with an amber touch
As long as there is whiskey in the world

I don't want to be saved

As long as there is whiskey in the world
As long as there is whiskey in the world
As long as there is whiskey
As long as there is whiskey
As long as there is whiskey in the world


3.On The Dark Streets Below

Slow down little girl
You've lost your way in the world
Slow down and start again
You'll feel much better in the end

Annie's always been a live one
Says the matroness
She never cries, she never lets
Her sorrows get the best of her

She makes a kind of music
Of the buttons popping off her dress
She knows that's just the way it goes
On the dark streets below

Adelle came from a decent town
Scraped by for first month's rent
Guessed with her brain
She could find a job in management

She showed promise in algebra
But now her talent's spent
On other's people's dough
On the dark streets below

So get up, kid
Your're ... again
I never knew a time
When you wouldn't take a bet

Slow down little girl
You've lost your way in this world
Slow down, start again
You'll feel much better in the end

August from the old country
Came over on a ship
It was like a floating oil drum
Had barely made the trip
She knew that she'd been screwed
As soon as she'd pulled up on the spit
Now she knows the dark streets below

These folks got nowhere left to go
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below
The dark streets below


4.King Of The Gutters,Prince Of The Dogs

I traveled so long
Traveled so long
Til I was cold
Cold as stone

My whiskers are grey
They reach to the ground
My bird's bones
Make a hollow sound

I been lost somewhere
In the fabric of a world that's goin' threadbare
I been down in the gutters without a care

I been hunted maligned
Since before your time
I been stoned
I been thrown

To the wolves
To the wolves
I been starved down
To skin and bone

I been lost somewhere
In the fabric of a world that's goin' threadbare
I been down in the gutters without a care

Throw me a bone, feed me a line
Pour a hard drink for harder times
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
One or the other, a ship lost in the fog

No pupils to see
Ours eyes to the ground
Our feet pound loud
But there's no one around

The shout of the night
The room fills with light
The sky makes a deafening sound

Throw me a bone, feed me a line
Pour a hard drink for harder times
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
One or the other, a ship lost in the fog

Nothing can touch me
Nothing can touch me
No force
No sound

Nothing can touch me
Nothing can touch me
No force
No sound

I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs
I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs


5.Piece By Piece

You wouldn't believe all the things that I've done
You just can't see 'cause you're young
I've paid my dues and I had my fun
You'll have yours too, son
You'll have yours too, son

You wouldn't believe how fast they can take it away
You're walking 'round free and in chains the next day
Time has a way of breaking you down
Piece by piece
From your tooth to your claw

Oh, trust me my son
'Cause you're still young

You wouldn't believe all the things that I've seen
The girls I have known, and places I've been
I've stood at Pompeii, prayed to stones in Delhi
But you don't see shit when you look at me

I've watched the smoke rise from a prince's pyre
It don't look much different from a beggar's fire
I know you don't think much of me
But in time, you'll see

In time, my son
'Cause you're still young

Don't do what I've done
When I was young

I've got some wisdom
From the time that I've done
But you're still young


6.Good Morning Magpie

A seam across the sky
As if it was torn
The sky is filling
With flocks and swarms

They burst through the branches
They tumble and fall
Little gods surveying their worlds
Examining it all

My wings are dusted
With frost and cold
For a little thing like you
I'm too heavy a load

You'll struggle and falter
Amble around
Just follow some other storm
Cause I'll only weigh you down

You carry me home
My love
Still you carry me home
Little dove

A change in the winds
Smoke on the breeze
The sky is filled
With the scent of burning leaves
The vapors rise
From the glen in the east
Where the path is clear for you and me

Still you carry me home
My love
Still you carry me home
Little dove

You'll ride towards the sun
As it guides you home
But don't be afraid, little bird
You aren't alone

A hoard of friends
Will keep darkness at bay
You're the needle
In the hay

I'll take you with a steady hand
Make the seam reborn
The rip will be sewn up again
By the same hand that had it torn

You carry me home
My love
Still you carry me home
Little dove

Still you carry me home
My love
Still you carry me home
Little dove

Hear it approaching
The shuffle of feet
The clamor of metal
And hounds in heat

We'll steal away
To the glen in the east
Where the path is clear
For you and me


7.You Don't Miss Twice (When You're Shavin' With A Knife)

Into the woods with a pack and a blade
A cigar box medkit, retractable spade
Flint and steel
Pine needle bed
There ain't nothig like the woods
To clear your head

I got a real nice piece
With a handle of bone
A good friend to have
When you're out on you're own
But you don't miss twice...
When you're shavin' with a knife

Coarse grain sandpaper on my face
Felt my neck and reached for my blade
Thought I'd try my hand at the barber's trade
When you've got a knife, you've got it made

Bathing in the river, it ain't half bad
Ya get a cool drink while you're takin' a bath
Stick your blade in the water and there's you lather, yeah
But you don't miss twice...
When you're shavin' with a knife

Stubble's comin' in strong
Scratch your soft skin raw
Like a mean mutt
With a razor maw
Swipe along my neck
And against my jaw, mmm hmm

Blood's just blood
No need to fuss
Or get your shorts in a bunch
And cuss and cuss
Still you don't miss twice...
When you're shavin' with a knife
But you don't miss twice...
When you're shavin'
When you're shavin'
When you're shavin' with a knife


8.Yes

You're mama's singin' with the angels
(Let her go, let her go)
Ya got no need to feel so guilty
(Let her go, let her go)

Yes, everyone comes and goes
White in the head before you know
Set things right before you go
Let the people you love know

You wake up feeling she's still with you
(Let her go, let her go)
But all you see's an empty room
(Let her go, let her go)

Yes, everyone comes and goes
White in the head before you know
Set things right before you go
Let the people you love know

You pressed your face against her headstone
Offered up a prayer for others like her
The trees were bare when mama left us
Now they fruit and bloom
On Sunday morning when the church bells ring
And the laundry's flappin' in the southern breeze
The choir's howlin' and your mama sings...

Don't take it so hard
Don't take it so bad
Think of the good times
That we had

And now you follow in her footsteps
Walk the same steps that she walked in
Begged of gods both low and mighty
That she might return
You offer up the words
But they just burn your tounge

Yes, everyone comes and goes
White in the head before you know
Set things right before you go
Let the people you love know

Yes, everyone comes and goes
White in the head before you know
Make amends before it gets worse
If the heartache don't get you first
If the heartache don't get you first
If the heartache don't get you first
If the heartache don't get you first
If the heartache don't get you first


9.Foxglove

A girl came in the night
She brought me a fever
She laid her hands upon my head
'Till I was burning up

I woke alone
I was still burning
The fire was all that was left
All that's left of you

It was always you
It was always you
It was always you
It was always you

I cut through the brush
I followed your scent
To find the way to you
To find the way to you

I traveled through floods
Through valley and glade
To find my way to you
To find my way to you

It was always you
It was always you
It was always you
It was always you

I followed a sound
That runs in the deep
I woke and I found
The voice from my sleep

The girl waited for me
Young and pretty
She gave me something cool to drink
And that was it for me

It was always you
It was always you
It was always you
It was always you

It was always you
It was always you
It was always you
It was always you

It was always you
It was always you
It was always you
It was always you


10.White Noise

Meet me in the valley
See me pass on the street
You'll find me in the garden
Trampled flowers 'neath my feet

The oceans'll seethe
And have no reprieve
For the weak
And the damned
The creatures of the sea
Will make homes
Of the bones
That drift endlessly
(As far as the eye can see)

Meet me in the valley
See me pass on the street
You'll find me in the garden
Trampled flowers 'neath my feet

The mountains sink into the earth
And amidst the crumbling dirt
The stragglers clutch their young
As if there's something to be done

Or will it be just
Just this
Just
White noise, white light in the deep

Will they record
The descending of the hoarde
With a black box that contains
The echoes, the shouts, the strains
Of the last

Or will it be just
Just this
Just
White noise, white light in the deep

Meet me in the valley
See me pass on the street
You'll find me in the garden
Trampled flowers 'neath my feet

You've heard the stories of me
You know what I can do
I take the ember's of man's anger
And there's nothing I can't spin them into

You hear me whisper to you
I see you recognize my face
A familiar pulse
Calling out from the empty spaces
'Meet me in the valley'


11.The Day

The trees gave up their up their roots
And the lepers left their caves
All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountain
And the kings all became slaves
On the day
That my lord came

The fire split the beams
The wall's coming down
The day my lord came

The tears filled up my eyes
The curtain has been drawn
To lay to waste this land, to me
It's like the beauty of the breakin' of the dawn
And as a black hand swept across the earth
I knew
That that day came

When the fish float on the water
With their bellies up
I'll know, I'll know
That that day came

All the rattlesnakes came down from the mountain
And the kings all became slaves
The trees gave up their up their roots from the earth
And the lepers left their caves
On the day
That my lord came

The coyotes left their dens
The horses left to their stables
And they bowed down to the ground
Every creature that was able
A blanket of moss will cover the earth
And I'll know
That the day came

It's the shifting of the guard
Time to start anew
The old gods have all failed
And their successors too
My king, my king
Will wipe the slate clean
Houses become tombs
My king, my king
Will take the fruit of every single womb
And make it his own

My king, he is displeased
To be forgotten and alone
And the ones who came before
Well the valley is filled
With their bones
I am the storm brewing up from the east
From the west
From every direction at once