1. |
Prelude
00:52
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2. |
A Song For Me
02:07
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When I go
You’ll write a song for me
Now the words come out so easily
You’ve kept them locked
But now you see
That what you’ve known
Has changed in just one day
Oh the one you thought was here to stay
Turned feather clouds of yesterday
I’ll take the time
I have to make it mine
I’ll take the time
I’ll go a way to find you
When it is all over
I’ll come to you again
When my words get broken
Nothing is true to me
That’s how I’ll know
What’s right or wrong for me
Sleeping days won’t set me free
I’ll find a way, so I could be
Taking the time
I have to make it mine
I’ll take the time
I’ll find myself
To find you
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3. |
Indian Queen
03:38
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I think often of you
I hope you’re feeling better
It’s been hard for me
Getting it together
We live in different rooms
You said yours is getting smaller
I bet you’re lying there
With all your typical anger
But wonderful things
Will come your way
Flowers like you’ve dreamed
Will grow in your hair
And your bitter tears will have
Honey flowing in between
You’ll stay like we played
My Indian queen
It’s so quiet now
And I’m remembering your crazy talking
You wanted to take the last train,
Just because you had no idea where it’s going
Now we live in different rooms
You said yours is getting smaller
I bet you’re laying there
Waiting for the final closer
But wonderful things
Will come your way
Flowers like you’ve dreamed
Will grow in your hair
And your bitter tears will have
Honey flowing in between
You’ll stay like we played
My Indian queen
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4. |
Marching Band
03:48
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It’s been too much time
To write this song
I’ve been away
I’ve been gone
But I think this time I’ll change my way
I think I’ll write a song today
I think I’ll lose
When we first met
I think you knew
It could be bad or it could be you
That will change the way I use to feel
Two marching bands upon the hill
I think I’ll play
But if I leave in the summer
And green turns brown
Heat turns cold
It takes time to see the gold
Sad times
Loving you
Spent too much time
Being afraid,
I used to stare, I used to wait
But I think this time I’ll have my days
With northern lights, crystal nights and stay
Above the blue
It could be late
But here’s my song
When I get back will you be home
‘Cause I think I’ve changed my way
But I still feel
That two marching bands are better than to kill
One man’s band
Sad times
Are leaving you
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5. |
Loving you
04:18
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Oh, let me take you down this way
In the first light I will sing and play
It’s like a shadow that I’m coming in this time
And there’s no reason to leave this love behind
Oh, let me fill the night in day
Under the moonlight I will sing and play
It’s almost like flying
That you’re coming in this time
And there’s no denying the happiness I find
In loving you
Now that I’ve got all my beliefs and rhymes
Tell me what you need
Now I know,
Where this road leads
I know that I’ll meet
I know that it takes me
Down to you
Oh, silence ease my soul again
If we’ll be quiet
We could remain the same
It’s like a whisper that we’re coming in this time
And there’s no more crying
The weeping days are done
Oh, let me keep the night and you
In the sunlight, will it still be true
I fell like you’re sliding
And going on your way
But there’s no use in trying
To change my constant way
Of loving you
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6. |
One Song
03:00
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One song
Makes it harder for you
Oh can’t you see
You are my best in time
One place
Makes it further for you
Oh can’t you see
We’re in the same back line
And I’m taping my confusion
And writing on the walls
I’m painting my illusion
So I won’t have to call you, call you
Time after time
One touch
Your shoulder trembles inside
Oh what use to be
Won’t come again in time
One tune
You’re dancing
Crimson and blue
Oh the black you see
Once was pure gold of mine
And I’m taping my confusion
And writing on the walls
I’m painting my illusion
So I won’t have to need you, need you
Time after time
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7. |
At Your Death
03:03
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See them all a round you
At your death
How great, how kind
What a sweet death poet
He was
And I have always loved you
Strange love, some might say
All I do turns to blue
This is not my song
For you
At your death
She will come with her baby
With a different Daddy and sigh
Women with sparks
So clear and dark
Who’ve played with your brain
Will fade with the rain
At your death
Life will be simple again
And though it’s just illusion
That you’re over and gone
While I pray
Still you say, sing this song for me
At your death,
She will come with her baby,
With a different Daddy and sigh
Women with sparks
So clear and dark
Who’ve played with your brain
Will fade with the rain
At your death
Life will be simple again
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8. |
Cotton Strings
02:48
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It’s funny when I called
You were at the angels fall
You said I play my guitar
As if it had cotton strings
Cotton wings
Cotton hymns
You cannot win
With cotton dreams
But I count my ways
I count my days
I write as lace
There are holes in my poetry
I sing it loud
I play with doubt
Oh, well I still count your ways of loving me
And I find hard to confess
I’m oblivion’s first lady
And I play my heart on that cotton string
I keep it hid
Just like you did
I had to lead my mind that way
‘Cause I count my ways
I count my days
I write as lace
There are holes in my poetry
But you’ve taken my heart away
And it’s a lonely tune
Six cotton strings will play
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9. |
Midtown Fair
03:10
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Hard to know
If it’s going to pass
Your eyes completing rounds
Of full circles in the air
I see you’re headed to the midtown fair
It grows on your spirit
Central stage everywhere
Make it last
I’ll take a train
And ride it down
You’ll take off and lose the ground
Will we find it again?
Hard to wait
When it’s getting too late
Your eyes completing rounds
Back stage image, no one there
Hard to stay
When I’ve been gone away
My mind completing round
Two-way passage on display
Make it last
I have my doubts
You have your fears
We’ll make a date to disappear
Will we find us again?
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10. |
This Year's Parade
03:21
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This year’s parade
I came wearing my skin to trade
And all my thoughts to the higher bid
Myself intentions to a stranger in a street
This year’s parade
Waiting for the time to fade
Heaven knows to my disgrace
Yourself reflections are so hard to trace
Looking for a crown to fit
I’ll hang my head down
I see confusion got you to quit
And you have no idea
If you’ve been lost or found
On this year’s parade
This year’s parade
Got my sadness in a box to stay
You’ve cut your strings
And flew away
Heaven knows
I had no words to say
Looking for a crown to fit
I’ll hang my head down
I see confusion got you to quit
And you have no idea
If you’ve been lost or found
On this year’s parade
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11. |
Before Sleep
02:19
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I burn bridges
As quickly as I burn myself
I use to run, run, run
Without making one step
Words come slower
As you lose the race
They took you down, down, down
But you’ve never looked back
It’s not what it means
It’s not the way it should sound
It’s the world on your shoulder
That you carry around
Well, you rode out
I tried to love you right
But I failed again
You felt the same
And it’s just another night
Your light
Is running low
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12. |
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Them that are writing these songs
Keeping far distance at home
Keeping the words that I wanted to say
Turned to a secret today
Soon I'll be on my way
She who had wrote what I feel
Keeping my thoughts there to steal
And into her music she weaves in sorrow and pain
And in golden letters my name
And in smaller letters my shame
Words craft, children’s stories and time
Kept in arrangements and rhymes
And inside the music
I had no one to blame
Nor voice or spirit to claim
No points of courage to gain
Them that are writing theses songs
Keep out the flesh, leave the bones
Keeping the words that I wanted to say
Kept as a secret they'll stay
Out of reach distance away
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