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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Molina
Jason Molina
Guitar
Jeff Panall
Jeff Panall
Drums
Mike Brenner
Mike Brenner
Lap Steel Guitar
Jennie Benford
Jennie Benford
Mandolin
Three Nickel Jim Grabowski
Three Nickel Jim Grabowski
Keyboards
Dan MacAdam
Dan MacAdam
Violin
Scout Niblett
Scout Niblett
Vocals
Lawrence Peters
Lawrence Peters
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Molina
Jason Molina
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve Albini
Steve Albini
Engineer

Lyrics

It'll get so quiet when this record ends You can hear the first hour of the world You can hear the willow branches touch the wave Write our names beside our Darlings' heart You can hear the willow branches touch the waves Write our names beside nothing Rise moon on the shores of the seas Shine on the distance between me and the last thing I see Let it be me helping Let it be me honestly Let it be me working On being a better me Now light the field for the big game tonight Mark Twain to Thomas Jefferson, Strike. Luke the Drifter to Zimmerman, line drive to keep the team alive Rise moon on the shores of the seas Shine on the distance between me and the last thing I see Let it be me helping Let it be me, honestly, let it be me working On being a better me Unitas to Berry... so good it's scary With Everything against you sweetness... You get the first down again See it's ones like this you can always trust Not to disappoint us Moon shine that white lightning light Down on the Possums' stage tonight Maybe on the Man in Black You could hold a little something back Let his eyes adjust to the light Rise Moon right above me Show an American if really I am the snake they're all saying If they look up here do they see just my black tail swaying? If I'm all fangs and all lies and all poison If I'm really what they're saying I don't want to disappoint them.
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