A criativida não é um movimento solitário: agosto 2011

"All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands" -- 4:14
"The Dress Looks Nice on You" -- 2:32
"In the Devil's Territory" -- 4:57
"To Be Alone with You" -- 2:44
"Abraham" -- 2:33
"Sister" -- 6:00
"Size Too Small" -- 3:04
"We Won't Need Legs to Stand" -- 2:12
"A Good Man Is Hard to Find" -- 3:16
"He Woke Me Up Again" -- 2:43
"Seven Swans" -- 6:33
"The Transfiguration" -- 5:18

Bonus 7:
"I Went Dancing With My Sister"
"Waste of What Your Kids Won't Have"

We were, we were, we were lovers
We had no one
But armed puppets

We were touching
We were turning
We were eighteen
Get to learning

Saw your mother at the river washing ribbons
Saw her sip, saw her sip the East River

I've seen laid men up and walking
I've seen deaf and dead men talking

And I have had enough of trouble
I've been paid in full and double

Barricade glass against the table
Break it farmers if you're, if you're able

I went dancing with my sister
Call her madam, call me mister

She wore a dress; it was nice and something
Underneath her dress was slipping

She did curse it, she did keep it
She said she did something stupid

I said: who's the master, Mira?
I can't kill or catch a fly dead

Point me in the right direction
Point me to the middle section

And I have had enough of trouble
I've been paid in full and double

Barricade glass against the table
Break it farmers if you're, if you're able

Barricade glass against the table
Break it farmers if you're, if you're, if you're able

"Littlest Birds" Lyrics:
Well I feel like an old hobo,
I'm sad lonesome and blue
I was fair as a summers day
Now the summer days are through
You pass through places
And places pass through you
But you carry 'em with you
On the souls of your travellin' shoes

Well I love you so dearly I love you so clearly
Wake you up in the mornin' so early
Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues
I got the wanderin' blues
And i'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways one of
these days soon
And I'll sing

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs...

Well it's times like these
I feel so small and wild
Like the ramblin' footsteps of a wanderin' child
And I'm lonesome as a lonesome whippoorwill
Singin these blues with a warble and a trill
But I'm not too blue to fly
No I'm not too blue to fly cause

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs...

Well I love you so dearly
I love you so fearlessly
Wake you up in the mornin' so early
Just to tell you I got the wanderin' blues
I got the wanderin' blues
And I don't wanna leave you
I love you through and through

Oh I left my baby on a pretty blue train
And I sang my songs to the cold and the rain
I had the wanderin' blues
And I sang those wanderin' blues
And I'm gonna quit these ramblin' ways
One of these days soon
And I'll sing...

The littlest birds sing the prettiest songs....
I don't care if the sun don't shine
I don't care if nothin' is mine
I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my lovin' in the wintertime