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Pisces
03:43
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You are just like me and I love you
The possibilities have always plagued my mind
But would I use up all your love and take for granted your kind?
Though my style on some fine girls cut and marked
I never meant you no harm
Now your future is brighter than the Austin sun.
I fall in love with everyone
fall in love with everyone
Then I just gave up on what’s up with the city where I scrape by the days
And sweat each penny
Thank God for friends with class enough to bring me to you
Worth it was the pain I slept through
I’d get up and lock up the tears, I tried everything I knew and learned over the years to burn out
While you courted Cancer.
But you, you’re not like me, why do I love you?
Is it more than just those eyes?
Or does it have to be when all I see is “you are mine.”
Now the twins have caught their fish, this fish is done
And I can’t fall in love with anyone…..fall in love with anyone….
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2. |
New Orleans
03:28
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staring at a pale yellow moon
crawling out above our Crescent womb
with the hammer pulled and barrel pressed
hard and cold to her head
and only
a few meek
say "How could we
let this be"
'cause every light turns green
when I roll down her streets
and every song I sing
takes me back to New Orleans
lifted by the gold reeds and brass
I listen for the ghosts of our past
dancing down her flooded streets
to long lost Creole beats
and slowly
a dirge leads
to hot-rag-swing
and covers me
'cause every light turns green
when I roll down her streets
and every song I sing
takes me back to New Orleans
I can see her standing there
back against the wall
and I can see her rise above it all
and every song I sing (down in New Orleans!)
in every blue note's ring (down in New Orleans!)
every strand of beads (down in New Orleans!)
in her great mossy trees (down in New Orleans!)
and every smile I see (down in New Orleans!)
takes me back to New Orleans
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3. |
Good Day Better
03:09
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I tried to hold her hand as a young man
Know her name would suffice
But smiles that feel like September
Don’t hit you till the time is just right.
Those skies have all cleared
I feel those dry blues
new place to touch from that sight
the push and pull of knowing those moments
the weaknesses of wrong and right.
Turn your eyes on me
Thaw my soul
solid since I’ve known you
You just made a good day better
With 3 words and good energy
Learn out your best while we’re leaning
And aim to cloak your brother’s wet plight
With warm heart intention seeking truth
The soft look of a neophyte
Turn your eyes on me
Thaw my soul
solid since I’ve known you
You just made a good day better
With 3 words and good energy
Long breath proves some presence and I know it’s time…
To turn your eyes on me
thaw my soul
solid since I've known you
You just made a good day better
You know you make a good day better
You know you make a good day better
you know you make a good day
you just made, a good day better
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4. |
Cutting Words
05:37
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Once you hear those cutting words
The kind you know the end is near
When a woman of fine stone crumbles your night
With an invitation, a little drunk and so shy
Like a wound in a place you’ll never be
Everyone with a heart knows of what I preach
And darlin’, know that you’re so green
Where do you go when the one who lifts you up has got you down?
I don’t know so much, if our second verse
Will start and grow again and hurt
Just like all the time, beside you.
See now and then it feels like I’m on a shelf
To watch your slow indifference, so go to hell
And I know you’ll never win my love.
What do you do when the one who lifts you up has got you down?
From what I understand it takes (a little) more of a man.
Perhaps I should walk off this stage and build a billboard, be a banker.
So once you feel those cutting words
The kind you know the end is here.
Gone are hope, lies, memories and my confidence
I’ll wipe the dirt from my knees
And left, the hollowness of this deal
Where do you go when the one who lifts you up has got you down
down down, etc
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5. |
All My Money On You
03:07
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6. |
Dogs
03:00
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We’d walk out in the rain
and you’d never see
Your life that’s down the road.
Shivering like a boat
alone on the sea
But I still find the time for you and me
Patience are hard to hold
for a man of uncertainty
The smiles you brought were always so key.
Been living like a dog for so damn long…
You know it’s time to go
when you even bring your mother down
You tired her out from hanging around.
But deeper ends than most
you know she’d never do you no harm
And I hope to God she won’t get this song.
Been living like a dog for so damn long…
They say his heart is all he’s got, no body and no mind.
But Sadie comes, the Bird goes, dressed in Rags…
Been living like a dog for so damn long.
They say he was my best friend, how’d they know?
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7. |
Call Off Forever
04:30
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When living ain’t working, worth all these stories
And time is in your mind, standing still
Describe the cost that’s squeezing your guts
Temptation in walking back home, feeling fine.
But at what point do you call off forever?
Trade a pair of eyes for a wall.
you squint to see the day when you thought you were so clever
Only keeping time for yourself
All in all, we know people who can go to hell
You’re not one.
Try to find yourself some soul brother
Get on down and be someone
Considered the boss of all the broken hearted
You look west, and you get burned
Still smilin’ on the floor.
Not to pretend too bad, how it shakes your conscience
Playin’ with her blood
paint it on the ground
But at what point do you call off forever?
Trade a pair of eyes for a wall.
And you squint to see the day so sure you were so clever
Only keeping time for yourself
But all in all, we know people who can go to hell
You’re not one.
Try to find yourself some soul brother
Get on down and be someone
Oh, thought of home, sounds so right
When you’re on the road
But there’s part, down deep inside
A tall, strong horse, defeats your pride
And there you stand….
knowing people who can go to hell
but you’re not one.
Try to find yourself some soul brother
Get on down and be someone….please.
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8. |
Eureka
05:04
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Have you ever been a victim of expectation
In a Humboldt county town?
Maybe I’m the first to put a bet on this place,
find that fool’s gold bring you down.
Oh, Eureka
Didn’t expect to have you treat me so bad
when I hardly even knew you,
heard about a bitch like you from my dad.
I left my friends out in Portland, the NE quad
Despite advice hindsight proved strong
To head for a date with coffee and chocolate
Down the coast to sing my songs
I stumbled down to the Golden State
50 degrees dropped and much more cold to come
Like her indifferent doorstep beatniks’ misty glares
Even green grass browns so quick to turn blue
in Eureka...(chorus)
All alone and unwelcome I took a breath of grass
To pass the time and hoped the chance would come
to tear off my clothes for 5 people while the lights burned hot
And leave my life on the side of the road…
For any passing stranger, friendly or deranged bird
Everything I worked for gone and to the pawn shops of Eureka
(chorus solo)
Now most times I’m one for intuition
I’m a 12th house water sign
But even good men need to feel a sting to stay humble
When they’ve been so dumb and blind
So don’t you ever be a victim of expectation
In this dark, damp, dirty town
Where the meth heads cost just a dime a dozen
And the fool’s gold brings you down…God damn, Eureka!
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9. |
Who Carried You
04:04
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From a cajun diner to Carolina
Sick in the mornin' to see the town doctor
Life and Agatha Christie in a Trailway
Back from New Orleans
Who dunnit, who carried you
From the church yard to the liquor store
From the clothes line clean out the door
Life and Agatha Christie in a Trailway
Back from New Orleans
Who dunnit, who carried you
Thelma Marie, three boys love Pearl and Gene
From fifty-nine to heaven
Left thirty-seven years oh Lord
Who dunnit, who carried you
Remember sittin' on a lap
Smellin' listerine in black and white
Might be a Fada TV, or a Fleetline to the A&P
Who dunnit, who carried you
Thelma Marie, three boys love Pearl and Gene
From fifty-nine to heaven
Left thirty-seven years oh Lord
Who dunnit, who carried you
From a cajun diner to Carolina
Sick in the mornin' to see the town doctor
Life and Agatha Christie in a Trailway
Back from New Orleans
Who dunnit, who carried you
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10. |
Mother / Daughter
05:37
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So what if I were to compete with you
Or did exactly things the way you wished me to
would you shut up?
These wasted (urgent) years have come to realize
To rise above this standard mess
time takes no sides
Maybe your past is what gets to (you blue)
The weight of squandered chance those bags are all you
So please leave me out…
so we’re not down on that road all the time
sometimes a mother and daughter go blind
(mom) Close your legs and stand up straight my girl
Cause that’s not how the women misbehave where you come from
It doesn’t matter how you steer, where you look or go
‘cause experience is mine and always your foe
Until the day I’m dead then pass that privilege on
Hold it over (nice and) high (just) like my mom (mother)
And one other thing that you should be aware of
Is until then I refuse to undress these gloves.
So we’ll go down on that road all the time
And sometimes a mother and daughter go blind
(daughter) the truth is a smile is what I bring for you
But heaven forbid a bridge be built to where you run some kingdom
And for you to show one god damned ounce of proud declaration of who I am
is enough acceptance to last this child their (a) lifetime
And why voice is about to break is surely sign enough for me to show
Just how much I love you… and I hate you…
So we’re down on that road all the time
Sometimes a mother and daughter go blind
Unlikely strangers, sad eyes begging kindly “take me for what I’m forever…
Take me for while I’m alive”
Though it’s in vain to share in this friction
It’s there just the same
Brings old age
Frustrates and dries up our roots
So you, and me, let’s get (enter females) down off that road this time…………
And promise me we won’t go blind.
Let’s get down off that road….. this time
…..this time
(We promise that we won’t go blind) – (lead cuts out)
(hi back up line?)
(Down off that road this time)
(we promise that we won’t go blind)
So to deaf ears I call to you and with squinted eyes you stare at me
Just believe that I’m really there
(kate?) An excuse will keep the relationship tense
Like you’ve settled on building a goddamned fence and that’s final
And you can’t come in because I blame you for everything.
Let’s grow up and purge all this pain
(we can get over this)
Let’s grow up time’s slowly walking away
Let’s grow up you mean more than I can say
Let’s grow up and put our ego’s away
Let’s grow up together and share
Let’s grow up and shut up today
(See my knuckles they’re white)
(And though I know the same from my mother
I have to make this situation)
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11. |
Time For Yourself
02:52
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Spend some time with yourself
Don’t you need to?
Spend some time with yourself
Don’t you need, don’t you need.
Know you’ll always have that choice
When you need
Running ‘round with that voice
Soon you’ll be, soon you’ll be be better
So take some time for yourself
When you need
From far away I’ll watch it burn
But from my knees
And the New York sun May warms
And we all need, we all need to feel better
So take some time for yourself
Don’t you need
Take some time for yourself
Take some time for yourself
Take some time for yourself
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12. |
More or Less
03:56
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Gather ‘round again
This borrowed TV set
And let the smoky acres catch my breath
Hand me the wine
Before my health declines
And strangers come to turn me in my bed
And I can’t explain
Cool like sleep
Makes the confidence defeat
The purpose for the tubs of gasoline
I can’t say
You’ve been there all the way
But, now and then, the broom’s below my feet
And I can’t explain
Suburb dreams
Where everybody’s clean
And consequence is anybody’s guess
I can’t see
How anybody sleeps
By the light of the more or less
Look past the rooms
Where comfort comes in tubes
And grabs the sticky feeling from the floor
Take your chance:
Sell all the things you have
To compensate for what your friends adore
‘Cause I can’t explain anymore
Suburb dreams
Where everybody’s clean
And consequence is anybody’s guess
I can’t see
How anybody sleeps
By the light of the more or less
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