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Heaven's Shadow
02:21
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If the fog lifts I’ll go for a walk,
This place is heaven’s shadow,
And I am slow to talk,
When I feel the world’s weight as I go,
As I go,
Oh Why do we write our names in the sand,
And then the waves will roll in and wash them away,
Wash them away,
And Why do we write our names on wet cement,
And then time will roll in and ignore we were ever present,
Ever present
If the fog lifts I’ll go for a walk,
This place is heaven’s shadow,
And I am slow to talk,
When I feel the world’s weight as I go,
As I go.
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Deck Chairs
04:57
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These days we’re all dancing on each other’s toes,
And the chandelier is losing its glow,
Hopefully we don’t lose too much time standing in place,
Can we please just pick up the pace?
We don’t all have to go down on this titanic,
Let’s just rearrange the deck chairs instead of panic,
Instead of panic,
These days all the dreams you showed up in aren’t your own,
Would you rather forfeit your escape home,
Hopefully there’s a silver lining somewhere in this mess
Before we all lose each other’s best interest
We don’t all have to go down on this titanic,
Let’s just rearrange the deck chairs instead of panic,
Instead of panic,
These days we’re another band left crescendoing,
While our hearts are left capsizing,
Hopefully Carpathia will show up soon,
Let’s all pray she’s got enough room,
We don’t all have to go down on this titanic,
Let’s just rearrange the deck chairs instead of panic,
Instead of panic,
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3. |
Turned Over
03:45
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He got in the car,
And worked the pedal a number of times,
And he tried the starter,
Until It turned over.
So he kept the pedal down,
He couldn’t outrun it,
When it’s from his heart,
That all this trouble sprung,
Twisting and turning it over,
All while he kept the pedal down,
Kept the pedal down,
The funny thing about love is,
How you can’t see it,
Till you turn a corner,
How you can’t see it,
Till you’ve turned over,
A glance at the grey sky,
As the drizzle hit his windshield,
And reflected on his tears,
A signal blinker turned,
As he pushed the pedal down,
As he drove,
He noticed the hurried people,
Along the sidewalks,
With their shopping bags,
And he tried to forget them,
So he kept the pedal down,
So he kept the pedal down
The funny thing about love is,
How you can’t see it,
Till you turn a corner,
How you can’t see it,
Till you’ve turned over,
Oh you can’t see it
Oh you can’t see it
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Stop at midnight
A cold cup of coffee
A magazine in a booth
When I Recognize
One of the angels
Sellin a coat
On the last page or two
She would act in my town
Worked for minimum wage
She once told me she slept
For an hour each day
Well she got her dream
I woke up in a motel
An hour East New Mexico
That southern heat
Got me tossin my sheets
Held my knees
Till the bathtub ran cold
Every damn nights
Like a Pamplona bull fight
Between where I can be
And should
If I shake like a bastard
It ain’t cause the water
Till I knock out
Like a McGregor hook
Drive through midnight
My brothers on the line
I don’t think I’ll be home in time
If that trial goes right
I’ll take you out on my dime
We’ll drink the peninsula dry
Get your coat clean
Try not to show
Your damn crooked teeth
We both know you’re guilty
Just don’t show it for the evening
He said
“I ain’t lookin sharp
But I’m just my type
And I’ll take you up
On that drink ‘nother time
That strain in your voice
I can hear when you’re tired
can hear you ain’t spoke
To Lianne in awhile.”
Don’t let her see
I woke up in a motel
In Texas. Arizona?
I’m not sure
She gets to me
Like El Paso heat
Knocks me out
Like a McGregor hook
Knocks me out like
No body else could
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L.A. River
03:39
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As I dial in the station,
The neighbors chihuahua barks some more,
See the mosquitos on the LA River
my head is still pounding sore,
Eyes are bleary red,
And the coffee coats my throat,
It could be Monday or Tuesday,
Or Christmas Day for all I know,
A quick stop off for a week,
Still lingers 3 years on,
Maybe the climate suited my needs,
Or it’s just where things fell apart,
And I know,
No sorrow,
can survive,
The smothering of time
But I’m still waiting,
As my blinker syncs to the radio,
My face ages in the rear view mirror,
And My knee hasn’t worked right,
Ever since that skuffle late last year,
Couldn’t dream of where else to be,
Anywhere but here is fantasy,
Thunder only happens when it rainin,
And Players only love you when they’re playin,
I always thought you’d find me,
Always thought you cared,
Thought you’d at least reach out,
Try and see how I fared,
Still I know,
No sorrow,
can survive,
The smothering of time
And I’m still waiting,
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First Day Of Spring
03:41
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He’d been reading her some Rilke,
As she fell asleep with her head on the pillow,
And she dreamed a real long drawn out kind of dream,
They were staying in a little backwater motel,
Fresh off some lake she wasn’t familiar with,
Surveying down at the boat landing,
An elderly couple called to them,
Saying “won’t you come on out for a cruise?”
As they set off the water kept rising,
Up to her knees,
Up to her neck,
When she woke everything was surprising,
It was all just a Dream,
It was all just a Dream,
He’d been reading her some Collins,
And they had so many covers over them,
She could hardly turn under all the weight,
Filled with dreams of bees and honey,
Their bedroom seemed a wide open meadow,
Filled with vistas of hitchhiker weeds,
That could only be trespassed,
On a good day, like the first of spring,
Or in a brief moment of freedom that sprang,
Up to her knees,
Up to her neck,
When she woke everything was surprising,
It was all just a Dream,
It was all just a Dream,
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Paper Clothes
03:51
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So many things that I have no control of,
Like Wearing paper clothes,
While wild fires burn,
And in our collective nakedness
realizing that there’s,
not always something to be learned,
So many things that I couldn’t predict,
like selling the house,
Before ever living in it,
And with our spoils,
We unfurl like hermit crabs
Freed from our shells,
So many things we all deserve,
like running in place,
And hoping to reach home,
And in our misunderstanding,
Find running the treadmill,
Only makes our knees ache more,
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Dirty old river, must you keep rolling
Flowing into the night?
People so busy, make me feel dizzy
Taxi light shines so bright
But I don't need no friends
As long as I gaze on
Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Terry meets Julie
Waterloo station
Every Friday night
But I am so lazy, don't want to wander
I stay at home at night
But I don't feel afraid
As long as I gaze on
Waterloo sunset
I am in paradise
Every day I look at the world from my window
But chilly, chilly is the evening time
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Millions of people swarming like flies 'round
Waterloo underground
But Terry and Julie cross over the river
Where they feel safe and sound
And they don't need no friends
As long as they gaze on
Waterloo Sunset
They are in paradise
Waterloo sunset's fine (Waterloo sunset's fine)
Waterloo sunset's fine
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