crooked muse
de Gregory Alan Isakov
Pictures watch from the sidewalk past
Poems go flying in the tracks
All we ever got left is a pile of things
I visit you with nothing burning
Hidden heart, stomach churning
Circled in the words like the vultures
Your mouth becomes a dictionary
Words without a holy theory
You're the only one on the page
Look it up to find my heart
Tear that old shit apart
Till you find the words to sum me up
I don't need no lullabies
You sit me down here and you cry
The music man sings his mystery songs
He tries to put his finger on
There's things unfelt that he's always longed to feel
The things we all are destined to loose
While I seek out that crooked muse
You stole my heart and filled it up with blues
I've been waiting for you and me to watch this world from a windows seat
Look down there, all them tiny creatures running crazy
And I've been here on this precipice
And I picked apart anything I bring
So we can toss our suitcase into the wind at last
We've all the merry things we needed
It's time like this we remember to believe
Let it roll, let it ride, let it ride on me
Lay me down here in your field
They know just, what they steal
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Silver Bell
Appaloosa Bones
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Sweet Heat Lightning
Appaloosa Bones
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Virginia May
This Empty Northern Hemisphere
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One of Us Cannot Be Wrong
This Empty Northern Hemisphere
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Second Chances
The Weatherman
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Dark, Dark, Dark
Evening Machines
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Dark, Dark, Dark
Dark, Dark, Dark
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Big Black Car
This Empty Northern Hemisphere
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Caves
Dark, Dark, Dark
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Saint Valentine
The Weatherman
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Chemicals
Dark, Dark, Dark
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Amsterdam
The Weatherman
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The Stable Song
That Sea, The Gambler
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Southern Star
Evening Machines
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The Fall
Appaloosa Bones
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San Luis
Evening Machines
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Before the Sun
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Time Will Tell
The Weatherman
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Words
This Empty Northern Hemisphere
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Saint Valentine
Gregory Alan Isakov with the Colorado Symphony
