1. |
Next To You
02:22
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Oh babe, you know I like it when you hold my hand
I can feel the blood, returning to my fingertips again
And When you're talking on a, a revolution
I don't want this winter's cold, to be an execution of our time
We're too close
To not touch
Dancing on down through the holidays
A New Years far away beneath that distant skyline
We're too close
I'll hold on
Feeling like I should get next to you and stay
Because you spent so much time right by my side
Oh babe, you know I like it when you understand
I can feel your trust, I'm sorry its unfamiliar in my experience
And when you're talking on a, a new solution
The light in my heart grows a little brighter
The poetry is bold, but I guess that it don't rhyme
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2. |
My Own Dreams
03:33
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You're all right now, you're on King St.
As the lights go off, just stumbling homeward
Been thinking about the times that were bad
And what's been done by your hand
You can't take back what's been said with such conviction
No
I'd like to say that it's over
But that's something that's out of my control
I'll see you when I see you
Like the back of my hand
I'm gonna get my shit straight, one of these days
'Cause I'm getting to old to be playing these games with you, honey
After all of this, maybe you'll still want to run away with your babe
We can buy a house on the beach, & get drunk on red wine in the evening
I held you away for so long
My arms are getting tired
I've been seeing you in my own dreams
And it's so hard to sleep
Now you're gone
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3. |
Just Fall Apart
03:41
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Brother's got a bone to pick
"You've been out and I can smell his cheap cologne,
At the club down by the Cold Park Bridge
When his hand are wrapped around do you feel warm?"
Father's in the backyard, drinking
Don't it make you want to just call him back Oh?
Don't it make you want to just dance all night?
The story's always been the same
Star crossed though it may be
History will never change this fate
Don't make it seem like the grandest understatement?
Take it like another shot in the arm, now
Don't it make you want to just fall apart?
In a spotlight, isolated
Ballerina of the bar
And it's all that you can do to walk away
When everyone is telling you
"Turn right around and run back to his heart"
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4. |
Excuse Me For Crying
02:23
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Lay down your temperance
I've had enough of us parting
And seeing your face on the street
It breaks my heart to know there's no sense
When I desperately reach for your Hand
And run my fingers through the evening air
Our love is a battle flag, cast and torn
The winds blows through it, like tattered old awning.
So excuse me for crying
'Cause this all reminds me of what I didn't do
Excuse me for lying and taking my time
When I should have been holding on tight to the one I lay next to
Now, I only share this bed with empty space
It ain't no use stealing your time from your new squeeze
So I'll just stay on my way home for the week
And as time passes by
I know I'd be a bigger man just to wish you well
But the television is on and I'm doing my best
To drink to all the things that I'll always regret
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5. |
Holly Beach
03:24
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Why're you picking at an old wound
I can tell, by your language
Baby, you're not satisfied
"Laissez les bons temps roulez", now
I've been looking for your halo
Hoping to find, where you fell
'Cause often it's been on my mind
Seems like you've got a power over me
Oh baby, when we're high in bed
And the night air is so cool and sweet
It seems just like our names alight in neon
Just like signs down at the boardwalk
Found you hitching at the borderline
Looked like hell in a suitcase
But you know I'll pay it all no mind
If you just climb on up and ride with me
I've been feeling awful infirm
Since you left that time in Holly Beach
But, don't you know, tonight I'm feeling mighty fine
Your sweet condition is my remedy
Oh baby, when we're high in bed
And the night air is so cool and sweet
It seems just like the clouds above part ways
Just like the god I know smiles on me whenever you're near
And it's been bad
And I don't think you understand
What you do to me
Oh baby what'd you do to me?
And it's been bad
And I don't think you understand
What'd you do to me?
Oh baby don't you remember Holly Beach
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6. |
Pray For The Dead
01:58
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Lay upon the pillow
Sleep comes in fits
This autumn is familiar
Does it alway feel like breaking rope?
Pray for the dead and
Pray for the living who can't feel anymore
Pray for the end
Pray that it comes so softly for us
And if it don't I'm still wishing you well anyway
I know you've got a man now
Know he paints you better than I do
All these nights in Noho, when I sit alone
(And all I)
Can do is write this about you and
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7. |
Slightly Torrid
03:04
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There's something in the way she walks by without a word
Shadows cast in the light of the liquor store doorway
When it comes to mind there isn't much, but in a term
"Slightly Torrid"
Even above the Earth
Floating around it
Even above the Earth
Where it's so cold you can't feel a thing
And Though it seems we walked apart from the usual way
I'm wishing you well, honest to goodness
Far be it from me to distract you from life
I'll be seeing you on the outside
But in this absolution
I'll be of service
Tender though your arms are
You know I'lll flow like water through your hands
And
You were so gold
I was the gold rush, ooh-ooh
What I couldn't hold on to
I hope it goes on
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8. |
Shining In The Light
02:21
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I see you dancing in a basement room
You know it's such a vision
Smiling which and twisting in your shoes
Those loafers shining in the light
Always
I'll wait
Wanting to hold you in my arms again
Always
Knowing
Impossible things are not likely to happen
I feel my ears begin to burn from you
You know its so constricting
Smiling wide is just a pleasant view
Those secrets hiding out of sight
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