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Late
05:50
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The jukebox man says you can't shake hands with the city that you already know
As the disc spins on and no lips are tellin' exactly what you doing wrong
And for goodness sakes, ya come rollin' in so late
Nothin' oh no nothin' can bring you down
The short is the long and the delay is all the clock that runs by the song
With your boots still on and your footsteps echo as the sound
And for goodness sakes, ya come rollin' in so late
Nothin' oh no nothin' can bring you down
Sitting around watchin' the place burn down and I know, baby baby won't you grab me on your way out the door
The nights are all dreams and all that I see is the beauty that I see in your eyes
Oh the thunder under such a lovely sky
And for goodness sakes, ya come rollin' in so late
Nothin' oh no nothin' can bring you down
Sitting around watchin' the place burn down and I know, baby baby won't you grab me on your way out the door
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2. |
Ballroom
03:47
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Take yourself forward up to the edge of a bridge
Call it completion an urge hard to resist
As a wave crashes it forms at the edge
Annihilation removes and urge to persist
Little here little now
Little I know
Time's here
Seconds are hours as this perception slips
Deception as the white vail lifts
Everything nothing oro boros decends
Don't know how your feeling baby a wreath of flame at the end
Little here little now
Little I know
Time's here
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3. |
Wall and Paint
04:26
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When our lines they crossed they shorted out
But gave off quite a spark
A candle burned at both ends
Burns so much faster
But gives off such a light
Such a light
Such a light
Such a light
A star that falls from the sky
Breaks to many pieces
But illuminates the night
A thunder cloud that blackest blocks the faint horizon
But breaks it with such a might
Such a light
Such a light
Such a light
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4. |
Mary Celeste
04:53
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Unguided she rides the night, mornings come when darkness pass to port and all your friends say goodbye for the last time
Oh if a man can steer the wheel he's got in hand, all the good knots hang on all the ropes where all you've got hangs at stake
Merry Maritime, her hair still blows in the wind of a sail, and her stare is the cruel beauty in the diamond dust of the sea
Let tomorrow leave you where you're going to be
She has envisioned eyes on a course for the sunset side that ship has a floating faith that will last an enterprise to vanish the deals of the past
Merry Maritime, her hair still blows in the wind of a sail, and her stare is the cruel beauty in the diamond dust of the sea
No anchors are holding us tonight
All together we hold this boat in the weather
Mending love the way it should be
I've seen plenty of em letting it drift away
Merry Maritime, her hair still blows in the wind of a sail, and her stare is the cruel beauty in the diamond dust of the sea
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Sometimes
05:31
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Sitting on the front porch with a whiskey in my hand baby, just trying to understand
What it was that you said that couldn't get a chance, just trying to lend a hand
Carry on as much as you desire lately, I know you like to play with fire
I know it's confusing blowing smoke signs hey a language that isn't mine
You've got to listen, sometimes, you've got to listen
Sometimes, you've got to listen, sometimes, you've got to listen
To what you don't understand
Sitting on the floor you impress yourself, being careful like your still on the shelf
This is not a game of guilt or desire believe me, you're preaching to the choir
You've got to listen, sometimes, you've got to listen
Sometimes, you've got to listen, sometimes, you've got to listen
To what you don't understand
You've got to listen, sometimes, you've got to listen
Sometimes, you've got to listen, sometimes, you've got to listen
To what you don't understand
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6. |
Cold Drop
04:38
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Oh baby please, I'm on my knees, don't make me wait like this anymore
It's a disease, the way you tease me, I'm going to die right here on the floor
I can take you soaring higher than a sarapin in the stars
I will make you burn up hotter than a cold drip hitting your thighs
Woo hoo
Hold on child
Cry on me
Take my love
Take me
In the dark, we'll make a mark, it's the distance I wanna record
On your mark, we can start a measure laid out like rope.
I can take you soaring higher than a sarapin in the stars
I will make you burn up hotter than a cold drip hitting your thighs
Woo hoo
Hold on child
Cry on me
Take my love
Take me
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7. |
I Left the Light On
03:53
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I left the light on at the front door and I don't know if I can turn it off
The bugs will gather in the evening, and I just don't have the nerve to call their bluff
This land ain't yours and it ain't my land, from the front porch to the cherry tree in back
Twelve families population steady, till the winter comes and those yellow song birds fly south
This town is covered in bad seeds, don't throw the good ones out
Just plant a seed and let it grow first, before you call it as a bad season
The neighbors stop by on occasion, but they never stay for very long at all.
Some say they are lost and need a direction, and others take a meal before they hit the road.
This town is covered in bad seeds, don't throw the good ones out
Just plant a seed and let it grow first, before you call it as a bad season
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8. |
Stranger Now
03:02
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A shot rings out in a winter wood a cloud of birds and smoke
Slowly expanding and blowing away like the last words that you spoke
Forgetting you is a simple thing like a snow flake or a rose
The smell of cedar on that fire and the pathways that you chose
Im a stranger now back in my hometown
If you see me there stop and say hello then maybe ill know
This is not my home
When you left me solitary stoned and in the rain I never thought Id realize I had only my self to blame
I speak to you as if your in my head not among the memories gone
How can you kiss a flame or hold an ember red
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Travel On
03:22
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I left the north with delight I was on my way
A compass pointed west out where the treasure of adventure lay
I found it not the destination but the trail that you're traveling on
I always thought that I missed my turn but it wasn't black top or gravel
It's the road that you travel
It's the road that you travel
It's the road let's travel
Travelin' on
Now down you let 'em tell you that you have gone too far
Haven't you ever wondered a little bit about who you are
I might have thought it was more about where you headed
Than about how you made your way
I always thought I missed my turn but it wasn't black top or gravel
It's the road you travel
It's the road you travel
It's the road let's travel
Travel on
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10. |
Starting at the End
04:04
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Starting at the end
Starting at the end
When you're walking back, talking back to me
Surprises come and surprises go
You always let me down
You always let me down
Baby when we get high, baby when we get low
Suprises come and surprises go
You always let me down
You always let me down
Set me free
Starting at the end again
When you're walking back, talking back to me
Surprises come and surprises go
You always let me down
You always let me down
Baby when we get high, baby when we get low
Suprises come and surprises go
You always let me down
You always let me down
Set me free
Starting at the end again
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