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Who’s the guy who can conquer death?
That’s Joe Hills
He plays for Nashville when he plays Minecraft
That’s Joe Hills
That’s Joe Hills...
Bring on the creepers
Bring on the flames
Here comes the legend
The bravest of brave
Fiercer than lions
More Southern than you
He conquered our hearts
And he’ll conquer Hell, too
Joe Hills...
I’m headed down to somewhere
Got my pickaxe in my hand
Yes, I’m headed down to somewhere
Got my pickaxe in my hand
I’m headed down to somewhere
God knows where I am
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Folks say to be the very best
You’ve gotta travel cross the land
But I’m happy here at pretty good
Just out walking with my friends
So you can fly from coast to coast
For all Niantic’s events
But my destiny’s here in Tennessee
My Pokédex in hand
You run your laps chasing Licktungs in Providence
And you arc your throws for Electabuzz in Saint Louis
But when you’re lost in Boston seekin’ PokéStops, boo hoo
We’ll all still be spinning them up on Rocky Top, it’s true
While you can race to catch ‘em all, and fall flat on your face
We’ll hatch our Togepis here in Tennessee
At our own pre-destined pace
We don’t need Tangelas from Los Angeles
If you’re there chasin’ Charizard, you’re making your life way too hard
Clutching garlic, pounding pavement
Down Ventura Boulevard
We don’t need Nidoqueens from down New Orleans
I hate to rain on solo you, but parades need a willing krewe
All those Squirtles on St. Charles
Saw you wand’ring and withdrew
While you can race to catch ‘em all, and fall flat on your face
We’ll hatch our Togepis here in Tennessee
At our own pre-destined pace
We don’t need Lapras from Mineapolis
Or Pellippers from Mississippers,
There’s enough wheedles on Monteagle
We could evolve a swarm of Beedrill
There’s enough Snubbull down in Shelbyville
We could team a sled with Grunbull
We don’t need Porygon from out in Oregon
Or any Pikachus from up in Massachews
Sorry, Professor Oklahoma
Sorry, PokéCoin Palooka
We’ll hatch on hikes in Chattanooga
While you can race to catch ‘em all, and fall flat on your face
We’ll hatch our Togepis here in Tennessee
At our own pre-destined pace
While you can race to catch ‘em all, and fall flat on your face
We’ll hatch our Togepis here in Tennessee
At our own pre-destined pace
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Lines
04:00
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A power line to convey a certain brilliance
A telephone line to carry a voice
A metro line to bring us all downtown
Lines of connection, communication
Not the borders or boundaries
That slice and dice a nation
Divided by the chalk lines
Of disreputable history
Past failures all laid out
As we shrug with absent mystery
Those bodies left behind us
While we amble on ahead
Fearful of the wrong things
From newspapers unread
Before I tell you what to do
Or you try to tell me
Let's all see what's been done
And where we could have been
By knowing what's before us
The path might clear ahead
And focus on new obstacles
Uncharted by the dead
A power line from a gurgling turbine
A telephone line from a quiet room
A metro line from across the city
Maybe we'll all raise our glasses soon
They say across the fence line
The grass is always verdurous
But we're not corralling cattle
Fearing wranglers foul or murderous
When we look out past dividers
We're unsurprised to see
More folks erecting fences
Becoming detainees
Before I worry about you
Or you worry about me
Let's all dwell on ourselves
We're the private enemy
Becoming who we're meant to
Virtuous and creative
We won't dread the different
The strange or unrelated
A power line to convey a certain brilliance
A telephone line to carry a voice
A metro line to bring us all home
To bring us home
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Cogs
01:34
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I put the cogs into the box
And then I’ve got another load
After a while, my arms’ll get tired
And then this job will blow
But I could be replaced by a machine
That does my work in half the time
But I don’t know where I’d go
‘Cause I prefer
Putting cogs into the box
Now I’ve got another load
Only just a few more hours
And then I’m free to go
But I can’t cease in questioning
If I really have a home
It makes me sick to think of it
‘Cause I prefer
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Send me a wave via subspace
Beam me a message from home
Cast me a “hello” in holo
Tell me I’m not all alone
The corridors are narrow and the rations miss the mark
As we fly like Zeno’s arrow past the sparkles in the dark
I think of home and what I miss is picnics in the park
So, send me a wave via subspace
Tap me a line or two
Because though we grow distantly relativistically
I’m coming home to you
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Redacted Hills Nashville, Tennessee
Hailing from Nashville, Redacted Hills first learned to love folk music and Americana by way of Norwegian death metal. Her songs regularly feature in the videos of their brother Joe Hills and in the Hannibal-themed podcast, The Ethical Butchers.
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