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Lady Lilith
04:41
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Lady Lilith
Lady Lilith get out of my head
damn the sex-tip astrology that led me to your bed and
to your heart and down the highway
drunk-driving on a Saturday
Jesus Christ take a sinner's hand
help him accept what he don't understand
and I’ll keep moving down the road
just hit Nashville three days ago
I was an idiot, punch-drunk Gemini
an Aries sorceress as shady as an alibi
I would have given you my rib if you wanted it
god knows I ate that apple in a split-second
god knows, yeah god knows
so now, we stand at the edge
somehow we got lost staring at the map
nowhere to go and no way back
Like fire and gasoline,
why do we treat each other so mean?
sometimes we say some things
those were the nights with Lady Lilith
She'll give you pleasure, give you pain
pull out the sacred from the profane
dancing naked in the woods
burn them both, the evil and the good
Babe, I worry about you, heard you’re living in the city now
smile and wave, exchanging glances when I see you out
I would have given you the world if you wanted it
but everyone know, you already had it
you had it, yeah you've got it
so now, we stand at the edge
somehow we got lost staring at the map
nowhere to go and no way back
Like fire and gasoline,
Baby, why do we treat each other so mean?
sometimes we say some things
I miss the nights with lady Lilith
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2. |
Bar Talk
03:32
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Bar Talk
Yea, same Tennessee summer come to burn your skin
Same green-eyed girl to break your heart again
Same strange secret came to claim your soul
and lead you down that rabbit-hole
But we are not lost, no
We haven’t even left the road
and don’t it just go and go and go and go
Same stupid little dream about leaving this town
Same bullshit scheme about makin it big
Same “baby, how you doing?” when she’s feeling down
Same hole to dig
But we are not lost, no
We haven’t even left the road
and don’t it just go and go and go and go
And we had a dream we were
Wide awake through the blur
Of a soft white
Bar light
A cold one
Pour me another cold one...
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3. |
Every Night
03:44
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Wear your heels
in my arms
baby stay
wear your heels
bitch about walking from the club to the car
place is over-crowded had to park so far
every night, every night you’re mine
for the last time
oh come away, come away with me now
oh get away, get away from me now
oh the key, the key is broke off in the lock
guess I am crashing at your place
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4. |
I Don't Really Mind
04:11
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I don’t really mind
Let’s get drunk and throw shit at cars
and lay in a field and scan the sky for shooting stars
I’ll count four and you’ll only see one
through your ADHD lens
every day, every day weighs weighs a ton
cell phone’s out of minutes now
fuck it just keep talking
bank account is running out
guess I’ll start my walking
this modern world is leaving me behind
is it strange to say
strange to say that I don’t really mind
Oh, the boss man says “put this box in that box,
and this box goes in the trash.
So, get off of your ass and shake loose those dreams
you’re an integral part of our investor’s scheme.”
cell phone’s out of minutes now
fuck it just keep talking
bank account is running out
guess I’ll start my walking
this modern world is leaving me behind
is it strange to say
strange to say that I don’t really mind
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5. |
Take Me Out Tonight
03:55
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Take me out tonight
all of your troubles will disappear
when you’re seeing double you see so clear
and I won’t have to say I love you
you hopefully already know
take me out tonight
take me out tonight
(oh, I want you to)
take me out tonight
and I won’t have to say
I won’t have to say
I love you
the lights of the city, the shiny shiny lights
my baby’s so pretty with her jeans so tight
and you won’t have to say “you’re drinking too much”
I’ll hopefully already know
take me out tonight
take me out tonight
(oh, I want you to)
take me out tonight
and I won’t have to say
I won’t have to say
I love you
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6. |
Life Is But A Dream
03:52
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Life is but a dream
I met a girl who said her head didn’t work like it should
happiness was fleeting. No, she never could
make much sense of many things
traded me her worry stone for my promise ring
I said “don’t worry, doll things are not what they seem
this life is but a dream.”
I laid with her for hours, we nearly fell asleep
on Lake Superior’s frozen wind-swept beach
and I stared into that freckled face
pried from the mirrors of her rented space
and said “don’t worry, doll your sadness will be erased
at its own pace.
Don’t be so hard on yourself
leave that to someone else because no one can hurt you
quite like you
don’t be so hard on yourself
leave that to someone else because no one can hurt you
quite like you.”
Oh, and we fell asleep.
I met a man who did some fascinating magic tricks.
He said it was “all sleight of hand, memory and mathematics”
and a page is burning in a book
and it burns my eyes as I try to look
I can nearly make out exactly what the words say
as they’re carried away.
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7. |
Mistakes
03:40
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Mistakes
Blame it on the way that all illusion fades
and when you can’t find a use for doing the right thing.
But, it’s such a sunny day.
Think I’ll make some more mistakes
Think I’ll make some more mistakes.
Yeah.
Well, the weekend wars invaded every day
I made my bed
So I lay and lay and lay
Gather the troops for a midnight mass
Gettin faded faster than your last stack of cash
But, it’s such a sunny day.
Think I’ll make some more mistakes
Think I’ll make some more mistakes.
[solo]
Can I crash on your couch tonight?
I can see the glow of the morning light
This life will be the death of us
Sand in your veins when you wake up
Lens pops out of a broken frame
I pissed you off, punched my face again
Blacked your eye from across the room
Better get the hell out of this soon
Better get the hell out of this soon
Better get the fuck out of this soon
But, it’s such a sunny day.
Think I’ll make some more mistakes
Think I’ll make some more mistakes.
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8. |
Sea of Autumn
05:20
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Sea of Autumn
been to the priest
didn't know what to say
"every day's a sin"
no, every day's a blessing
I’m just happy to be alive
what do you see
when you look out your window?
have a cup of tea, man
you're planting seeds that don't grow
father, don’t
God’s love can be so whole yet incomplete
I hate to see
you waiting
waiting
for something
that's already here
and this sea of autumn
these changes they are/aren’t changing me
in this sea of autumn
things are as they’ll always be
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9. |
My Girl
03:40
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My Girl
I know you’re busy, you’ve got a life of your own
Just need a moment of your time,
some words on the telephone
now, life has been crazy
we’ve been moving so fast
lost years and tangled memories
I promise only good ones will last
now, I wrote you a letter
with some ink and a feather I found on the ground
it was blue like your eyes. Oh my God.
But I couldn’t send it
the words, they lay silent and cold
and a million written words couldn’t
speak for one word that’s told
so, before we go I want you to know
Hey, you’re my girl.
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We Are All We’ve Ever Really Had
another store front sits abandoned
selling memories of a happier time
cried through the crash to face the fallout
guess we’re all we’ve got left now
the TV men will turn your Tuesday black
and tell you that your life ain’t coming back
but, brother please remember
we are all we’ve ever really had
we are all we’ve ever really had
roll our own smoke and brew our own life-blood
and if I see you out, I’ll say god bless
cause the fears that we’ve got here, we gotta give em back
to the maniacs and the quacks and the quarterbacks
the one percents and the nonsense the Freddie macs
Sister, please remember
we are all we’ve ever really had
we are all we’ve ever really had
we are all we’ve ever really had
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11. |
Every Road
02:03
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Every Road
may every road
road you travel on
be the one to bring you home
should you feel down
all you got to do is call
you'll never walk alone
got to get home
got to get home
got to make a bed tonight
got to get home
got to get home
got to make a bed tonight
may you learn
from everyone you meet
and keep your promises
should you get burned
get right back on your feet
your anger never wins
hold
hold onto the good times
throw
throw away the bad times
take it easy with the moonshine
got to get home
got to get home
got to make a bed tonight
got to get home
got to get home
got to make a bed tonight
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12. |
Covers For Money
03:47
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Covers for Money
Tina sits at a baby grand piano playing covers for money
says “ain’t it funny, always used to think I’d be the one to change the face of music, guess it
didn’t feel like smiling for me”
and the patrons at the bar say “Tina, play that song,
the one about the kid who moves to Mexico.”
so she touches the keys, but doesn’t feel anything at all.
Tina sits at a baby grand piano playing covers for money
says “ain’t funny always thought I’d be
just like Lennon or McCartney maybe I could plan a trip to Abby Road one day.”
and she fights to make ends meet playing to kids off the street. “Play some Skynnyrd!” they say
so she presses the keys, but doesn’t feel anything at all.
We all want something more, a bright display of colors to wash and cover these tired days
in a drunken haze.
So give me something unreal, cause I don’t want to think, I don’t want to feel
sing me a lullaby of a cloudless sky.
Tina sits at a baby grand piano playing covers for money...
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