Queen of Appalachia Carry me away Queen of Appalachia Carry me away You're all I see Your bed and your sheets Your lips and the summer breeze Queen of Appalachia Marry me today Queen of Appalachia And carry me away Because I'm not free Unless you're standing beside me And I'm not free Queen of Appalachia

Bury me when I die I wanna run free in the afterlife I wanna run around with a Vicotrian Queen I wanna smell the roses dead under my feet the flames and fire will be me safe and warm no need to calll a doctor I'll just weather the storm Bury me in mesh and lace I wanna feel the dirt when it lands on my face Nietzsche and Kant will greet me at the door And a million Russian soldiers will tell me the score Candles will burn and the devil may cry My God, there's Joseph Stalin on a blimp in the sky The afterlife is a hell of a place It smells like sulfur and there ain't a lot of space This overcrowding problem could be solved quite easily If they stopped letting in those people from the streets Or maybe just raised thei standards a bit Oh yeah, did I mention it smells like shit? Bury me on a cloud in the sky I wanna find out what heaven is like I'll mingle with Teresa and Princess D I'll be sure to watch my mouth and I won't overeat But I'll feel unwelcomed because I'd be faking a bit They won't allowed it, I'll be forced to quit Because heaven, just ain't for me Cause you aren't allowed to cuss and it's eerliy neat Everything is life and it makes me want to do Someone take me off of this cloud in the sky I don't wanna be here And I just want to go back to Earth

I fear that I've become A sane man trying to sound insane Creativity is a cure for boredom A dumb reflection on being mortal But what a lovely way To pass the time But what a lovely, lovely way To pass the time when you're dying Here we go Here we go again It's the continuing depletion of my sugar mind There's a ghost screaming in the cellar But all he wants to do is talk facts and figures Like what's the chance of a baby bird being born without a beak? Who's to blame when the North Pole runs down a drain that starts to leak? It was late when I heard the voice Call to me from beyond the hill I was broke, begging for wings To myself I was not revealed It said "the spark will surely die But you must find a way to carry on life is full of many deaths life is full of many songs" It was a quiet Sunday when I dreamed of my sweetheart I sat and cried as the house caught fire and disappeared into the dark It was a lonesome Sunday when I dreamed of my sweetheart I was alive and I was burning waiting for that fleeting spark.

I drink a beer in the evening It makes me feel alright I drink some coffee in the morning And I try to do what's right I find myself on the front lawn I find myself on the stairs I find myself in the bedroom I find that I'm not there But these blues in a bathub Ain't no use to me I could use some medication to lift me out of this sea My mother was made of porcelain I watched as she shattered on the shelf My father ran a monkey kingdom And now I am a monkey myself But these blues in a bathtub Ain't no use to me I could use some levitation To set my memory free

I never meant to stay out this late Roaming a country of the mind I never meant to stay out

Mother Earth was made for me Mother Earth was made for you, too She spilled her blood The devil he rode in upon a flood I asked him what the problem was He looked at me and said "You know what" Yeah, you know what And Jesus he was waiting in the cut I said "now where might you have been While I been down here wallowin' in my sin? Only everyday." Then Jesus flipped the bird and ran away Mother Earth was made for me Mother Earth was made for you, too. She's a lonely girl Cause noone gives a damn about the world My father was an astronaut My mother always made sure he never got caught and he never got caught he spent most of his days somewhere around mars my uncle was a scientist at least until the day he slit his wrist he slit his wrist he lasted 43 years for it all to come to this now I am just a lonely boy with webbed feet and a face that brings no joy no joy I've got seven dead brothers and I'm positively unemployed Mother Earth was made for me Mother Earth was made for you, too She's a lonely girl Cause no on gives a damn about the world

I wish I'd learned to play guitar better than I do now I wish I'd learned to play guitar better than I am right now A dime a dozen keeps the doctor away somehow I fucked up along the way I have no words to explain to you How I'll never make all your dreams come true But I'm staring down that road Trying to fill my mind with thoughts of Mexico Country music speaks of sadness and I know that tune I just wish I didn't have to rely on old chord structures. But I do. Oh, but I do. Someone's burned and someone's buried Someone's born and someone else gets married Someone screams a terrible fright And another lost woman stays out all night In the woods there's an opaque fog Never thought it'd go on this long woman kind is a front porch insect lamp and I am the insect Play a game of dominoes prepare yourself to decompose sing a silly love song that is so off key just make sure that you really feel it

Uncle John's horse rode upon the sun everyday it couldn't keep him away the sun was his home, it's where he liked to spend his time, in the light in the light i cannot relate the light keeps me away the bargains I drive never turn out right is it my fault? or is it not? oh the mariachi band was searching for something they couldn't find it was behind them all their life they searched for days and weeks and years they kept on chasing they kept outpacing what does it mean to you? nothing, I think, and it's not true nothing I say is real but surely you can feel what I'm getting at what am I getting at? tell us some stories we hope they come true, but most of the time they don't that's alright, they don't have to come true life is full of loose ends that never get tied up and it's not your fault if they don't get tied up sometimes not everything is on you give yourself some time try to find out what's life the desert is full of sailors who will gladly sail with you, too if you ask them to why don't you ask them to? channel it from somewhere beyond yourself don't hold yourself back, let yourself loose on the world there's a string that's holding you to what you used to me and where you want to go is totally up to you totally up to you devil may cry it's coming down the line don't question just anything question everything it's the only logical thing to do so do it i wonder what father john misty's dog would say if he had anything to say at all except that mans ego is so large he has a nice beard, i bet he uses balm and i am not that strong i couldn't stand on the stage and preach like him he has a vision like all good writers he sees the world from a different point of view a different point of view than me and you but you have a point of view, too yeah, you have a point of view, too channel it from somewhere in the unconscious mind it doesn't have to make sense sometimes when you try to hard it comes out wrong music is about finding the rhythm within you it doesn't have to be what anyone wants you to do you could write a 12 minute purposeless song if you wanted to it's alright if no one listens just do you you will have created something new something totally true to you that's all that matters fuck everyone else oh the sailor was sailing upon the sea he couldn't find his way home he sailed for days and weeks and years it was a metaphor for something he couldnt grasp but it wasn't a metaphor to him it was real life he was actually lost at sea he sailed upon the waves and never found relief there's no deeper meaning there's no deeper meaning

Keep it simple keep is basic don't try and overdo it play the chords sing the words leave the rest to the jazz musicians good God, it hurts good God, I'm sorry good God, God damn it all good hearts are rare good souls are rarer and I have none of the above this is a song that I have forgotten with a melody I probably stole from somewhere this is a song that I have forgotten but now it's out there maybe there's an answer maybe there's not maybe there's nothing we can do but baby I know baby I love you la-di-da-di-do da-di-do-da-di-do da-di-da now this is a song that i had forgotten with a melody I definitely stole from somewhere when we die, we'll be forgotten and no one will really care in 200 years or even 100

Cars unpacked The dogs are fed Cats have been let out in the rain The blinds are open And the snow is falling La-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-day And I remember what it's like to feel 10,000 ways a day but now I'm old and I guess I'm wiser I think I still have things to say The bed is made now and the doors are closing I'm 29 But I can still feel the pull of all those distant places Oh, they never go away It's a portrait of a domestic life Yes I know the clothes are dry I've draw my circles now But they're still unfinished The water is flowing down the drain We say our goodbyes and we tell our stories We'll fight out battles another day So ut your slippers on And come to dinner I think the poatatoes are overdone I'm learning to draw now But my hands aren't steady Oh, the lines are dull and gray It's a portrait of domestic life Yes I know the clothes are dry But do I still have time to fly? Or has the sun past me by?