Hammer And A Nail - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: Hammer And A Nail
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): E Saliers

Lyric:
Clearing webs from the hovel
A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel
I've been diggin' too deep, I always do
I see my face on the surface, I look a lot like narcissus
A dark abyss of an emptiness
Standin' on the edge of a drowning blue

I look behind my ears for the green
And even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes

I gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail
Learn how to use my hands, not just my head
I think myself into jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose

I had a lot of good intentions
Sit around for fifty years and then collect a pension
Started seein' the road to hell and just where it starts
But my life is more than a vision
The sweetest part is acting after makin' a decision
I started seein' the whole as a sum of it's parts

And I look behind my ears for the green
And even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes

I gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail
Learn how to use my hands, not just my head
I think myself into jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose

My life is part of the global life
I'd found myself becoming more immobile
When I'd think a little girl in the world can't do anything
A distant nation my community
A street person my responsibility
If I have a care in the world I have a gift to bring

I look behind my ears for the green
Even my sweat smells clean
Glare off the white hurts my eyes

I gotta get out of bed get a hammer and a nail
Learn how to use my hands, not just my head
I think myself into jail
Now I know a refuge never grows
From a chin in a hand in a thoughtful pose
Gotta tend the earth if you want a rose

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Southland In The Springtime - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: Southland In The Springtime
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Emily Ann Saliers

Lyric:
Maybe we'll make Texas by the morning
Light the Bayou with our tail lights in the night
800 miles to El Paso from the state line
And we never have the money for the flight

I'm in the back seat, sleepy from the travel
Played our hearts out all night long in New Orleans
And I'm dirty from the diesel fumes, drinking coffee black
When the first breath of Texas comes in clean

And there's something 'bout the southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone, it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season

When God made me born a yankee, he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the southland in the springtime

In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath the quilt somebody's mother made by hand
With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations
And the peach trees stitched across the land

There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers
And the smoke from the chimneys meets it's maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers

And there's something 'bout the southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone, it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season

When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the southland in the springtime

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1 2 3 - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: 1 2 3
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): A Ray

Lyric:
From the bowery to the brimstone
I tried to find your heart
With drugs of initiation
The bottom of a barrel that drops
I understand your causes
Sympathize the motivation
But all the details of this war
Are just self-infatuation

And it's one, two, three, nothing's for free
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go home
You better own up to me, yeah

The manic blood runs thick
My friend, are you looking for a clean escape?
What's left, when the locks have all been broken
Young children of authority
Now how long can you be agile dancing between the alter
And the mercy seat?
Yeah, now here's a chance to make a choice
Are you aware of the fire beneath your feet?

One, two, three, nothing's for free
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go home
You better own up to me, yeah
Yeah yeah, go home

The basement lies within us
Our fear comes through the door
Now there's nothing left between us
As the fear becomes a roar

Once that wheel is in motion
Don't lose what you have found
I'm talking about that burning wheel of tongues
Everything that makes it go round and round
We're all born in the devil's scorn
They want to see you die
I'm asking you, "Are you true?"
And everything they say is a lie, it's a lie

One, two, three, nothings for free
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go

One, two, three, nothings for free
Four, five, six, pick up the sticks and go

One, two, three, nothings for free
(We're all born in the devil's scorn)
One, two, three, nothings for free
(We're all born in the devil's scorn)
Everything they say it's a lie, it's a lie now
(We're all born in the devil's scorn)
Everything they say it's a lie, it's a lie now
(We're all born in the devil's scorn)

Pick up the sticks
(Pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(Pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
(Pick up the sticks)
Pick up the sticks
Go home

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Keeper Of My Heart - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: Keeper Of My Heart
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy E Ray

Lyric:
For you I would tattoo me
With lines crossin' into a hand
And a heart that would never bleed
With the twilight and the horse drawn on my arm
Standing for an addiction, pray we go unharmed

Here is my love and anger
You see now, these are my Gods
These are my scars
Here is, here is my love and anger
Well, these arms are burnin' but they're open wide

Some things I hold too tightly
Some things I'll never, I'll never touch
Oh, but I'm wearing down the stones in the river
And you see all my life I painted with anger's brush

Now, now could you lift me through my love and anger
You see now, these are your Gods
These are my scars
Lift me through my love and anger
Oh, and my arms are burnin' but they're open wide

Oh, you precious kid, kid
I have a motion, and it's just for you
I see a warrior, barefoot and dancin'
Oh, with tears of pain and beauty, and all of this is true

For you, lift me through my love and anger
You see now, these are my Gods
These are your scars
Lift me, through my love and anger
Oh, and my arms are burnin' and they're open wide

Pointing out the graveyards I will be the reaper
If you will be the keeper of my heart
I will be the reaper if you will be the keeper
You are the keeper of this heart, of my heart

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The Girl With The Weight Of The World In Her Hands - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: The Girl With The Weight Of The World In Her Hands
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Emily Saliers

Lyric:
She won't recover from her losses
She's not chosen this path but she watches who it crosses
Maybe move to the right, maybe move to the left
So we can all see her pain, she wears like a banner on her chest
And we all say, "It's sad" and we think it's a shame
And she's called to our attention but we do not call her name
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands

'Cause we're busy with our happiness and busy with our plans
I wonder if alone she wants it taken from her hands
But if things didn't keep getting harder
She might miss her sacred chance to go a consecrated martyr
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands

I wonder which saint that lives inside a bead
Will grant her consolation when she counts upon her need
It makes us all angry though we feign to care
But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands

Is the glass half-full or empty, I ask her as I fill it
She said it doesn't really matter, pretty soon you're bound to spill it
With the half logic language of the sermon she delivers
And the way she smiles so knowingly at me, gives me the shivers
I pull the blanket higher when I'm finally safe at home
And she'll take a hundred with her but she always sleeps alone
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands

I wonder which saint that lives inside a bead
Will grant her consolation when she counts upon her need
It makes us all angry though we feign to care
But who will be the scale to weigh the cross she has to bear
The girl with the weight of the world in her hands

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Welcome Me - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: Welcome Me
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Elizabeth Ray

Lyric:
Welcome me to The City of Angels
Devil prophets still hold my hand
I walked your stillborn streets for hours
Ethnic echoes spitting out their trials
They tell me I'll

I'll be the first to praise the sun
The first to praise the moon
The first to hold the lone coyote
Last to set it free

Welcome me to a haven given
Oh, it's well received into my open arms
Oh, I, I ran in my sleep through shaking tremors
I felt the splitting earth echoing in my ears
And I feel it all

I'll be the first to praise the sun
The first to praise the moon
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free

Welcome me to your City of Angels
There's a Devil monkey laying on our backs
Now tell me, where's the heart? Where's the bullet for breaking?
Who's gonna give me a weapon, a pacifying weapon?
An' I need it all

I'll be the first to praise the sun
The first to praise the moon, oh
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free
I said, I said, "Welcome me"

I'll be the first to praise the sun
The first to praise the moon, oh
The first to hold the lone coyote
The last to set it free
I said, "Welcome me"

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You &Amp; Me Of The 10,000 Wars - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: You &Amp; Me Of The 10,000 Wars
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Emily Ann Saliers

Lyric:
You and me of the 10,000 wars
Dividing life into factions of pleasures and chores
A bed to be made and a bed to lie in
A hand in the darker side and our sights set on Zion

The heart of a skeptic and the mind of a child
Put my life in a box and let my imagination run wild
Pour the cement for my feet
The heart and the mind on a parallel course
Never the two shall meet

The dissatisfied with the satisfied
Everybody loves a melodrama
And the scandal of a lie

Still you held your arms open for the prodigal daughter
I see your eyes in my eyes through your eyes still water
Try making one and one make one make
Twist the shapes until everything comes undone
Watch the wizard behind the curtain
The larger than life and the power of seeming certain

The evil ego and the vice of pride
Is there ever anything else that makes
Us take our different sides?
I wanted everything to feed me

About as full as I got was of myself
And the upper echalons of mediocrity

The dissatisfied with the satisfied
Everybody loves a melodrama
And the scandal of a lie

Still you held your arms open for the prodigal daughter
I see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes
Still water, still water, still water, still water

After the battles and we're still around
Everything once up in the air has settled down
Sweep the ashes let the silence find us
A moment of peace is worth every war behind us
You and me of the 10,000 wars

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Hand Me Downs - Lyrics - Nomads Indians Saints - Indigo Girls

Title: Hand Me Downs
Album: Nomads Indians Saints
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Ray

Lyric:
I've taken, so many down
I've helped them all to dismount
I've followed, so many down
I take their hand me downs

All with hope, all with hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
All with hope, all with hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all

Everything that I believe
Crawls from underneath the streets
Everything I truly love
Comes from somewhere far above
Everything that I believe
Is wrong with you is wrong with me
Everything I truly love
(Everything I truly love)
I love in you and I love in me
(I love in you and I love in me)

So give me hope, give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all

Swear you can't swim the river
(Become the beggar now)
(Become the saint somehow)
I saw you runnin' to jump in
(Become the beggar now)
(Become the saint somehow)
I swore, I'd never be your sinner
(Become the beggar now)
(Become the saint somehow)
Til' I held your sin
Hand me downs

Now you ask me, why I'm here?
(Now you ask me, why I'm here?)
The same as you, I'm scared, it's fear
I've become the beggar now
And you've become the saint somehow
Twist the words and place the blame
(Twist the words and place the blame)
And tell me now aren't we the same
Trippin' in our yellow feet
(Trippin' in our yellow feet)
Checking underneath our sheets

For some hope, give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
Give me hope, give me hope
That emptiness brings fullness
And loss of love brings wholeness
To us all

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