7 Series (Part 3)

by Murder By Death & Amanda Palmer

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released 15 May 2009

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Track Name: Another Year
i tried to fall in it again
my friends took bets and disappeared
they mime their sighing violins
i think i’ll wait another year

i want my chest pressed to your chest
my nervous systems interfere
ten or eleven months at best
i think i’ll wait another year

this weather turns my tricks to rust
i am a lousy engineer
the winter makes things hard enough
i think i’ll wait another year

plus, i’m only 26 years old
my grandma died at 83
that’s lots of time if i don’t smoke
i think i’ll wait another year

i’m not as callous as you think
i barely breathe when you are near
it’s not as bad when i don’t drink
i think i’ll wait another year

i have my new bill hicks cd
i have my friends and my career
i’m getting smaller by degrees
you said you’d help me disappear
but that could take forever
i think i’ll wait another year
it’ll be the best year ever
i think i’ll wait another year...

can’t we just wait together?
you bring the smokes, i’ll bring the beer

...i think i’ll wait another year
Track Name: Amanda Palmer [Feat. Zoë Keating & Lyndon Chester] - Three Men Hanging (Live in Portland)
get on with it put off the fuss you chickenshit get on with it can't you see its time to quit i seen three men hangin' from a sycamore their bodies were stiff as a two by four and their heads were tilted down towards the ground and it ain't been long since they been up there that their bodies turned cold hangin' in that air and they might have froze before that noose got to them old scratch has dealt us a dirty hand he had the look of a saint but the greed of a man and his face was worn and wrinkled like a leather book and if i put this revolver to my head will god turn against me instead of taking pity on a broken man? get on with it.