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alright
04:17
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I lost my youth, resting on a lover’s dream. I snapped the handle, when you kicked me down in a hole, I packed Carolina and started out on my own
I drank my weight in wine, just to drown out your name
Tiptoeing on the breadline, chasing something to call mines
Don’t know where I’m going but honey it’s gonna be alright
So much faking, blinded by your own lies, time’s forsaking me, the sun she don’t shine the same, roses die on me, her thorns they crumble in my hands, nothing to lose, I started out on my own
I drank my weight in wine, just to drown out your name
Tiptoeing on the breadline, chasing something to call mines
Don’t know where I’m going but honey it’s gonna be alright
Roses die on me, roses die on me, her thorns the crumble in my hands
Roses die on me, her thorns the crumble in my hands
I drank my weight in wine, just to drown out your name, tiptoeing on the breadline, chasing something to call mine, don’t know where I’m going but honey it’s gonna be alright
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blues to bed
03:26
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Ever since I was young well I've never been quite satisfied
Always searching for something but what it is well I can't decide
I got a hungry feeling & it's running through my bones, I just let it take me along and I don't care where I'm goin'
Tumbleweed rolls by my feet and the black clouds gather round, I step into the old white church as the rain comes falling down,
Sometimes you gotta go back home and realise that you've been gone
Now I think I know what it is that leads me on
I need a girl like you to get in my head
Coz when I see your face, you put my blues to bed
Well the road is long, and you must be strong
Coz when I see your face, I know that I belong
So what am I supposed to do while waiting for your sign
You got your problems but you know that I got mine
Lets just forget about all the things that have been before
You say what we got is good but you know you gotta give it more
I need a girl like you to get in my head
Coz when I see your face, you put my blues to bed
Well the road is long, and you must be strong
Coz when I see your face, I know that I belong
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my black dog & me
04:16
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My black dog & me stayed up all night, climbing the walls to the ceiling and back, cold sweat on my shin, the fear creeped, the taunting of silence she never gives in
Hold on, don't be afraid, the wolf at your door he is just as frail
Stand your ground, carry on, water your plants and your black do will drown
Tick-tock of the clock, this hound needs put down, he courts every tripe word that hides in my mind, he's slow to begin, pretends he's my friend, though enemies stay close and stick 'til the end
Hold on, don't be afraid, the wolf at your door he is just as frail
Stand your ground, carry on, water your plants and your black do will drown
Soon you'll awake with the sun on your face, with shackles unbound, in the depths of your fears you will find there's no need to hide
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from my fear
03:36
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I feel I've been here before, feeling older than my year
Situations come & go, I watch my youth slowly fade to the wind it's swirling 'round, just like everything, since yesterday when you said
Don't you go tell me that you've lost faith in it
Don't you go tell me that you've lost faith in everything
Don't you go tell me that you've got nothing to say
When I've seen your colours, & I know your ways
I think it's high-time I found my own 2 feet, put one foot forward and the rest should fall, and not let this old beast try to tame me, my paper round was hard enough, I should know better, so brother wont you tell me what I need to get me from my fear
Don't you go tell me that you've lost faith in it
Don't you go tell me that you've lost faith in everything
Don't you go tell me that you've got nothing to say
When I've seen your colours, & I know your ways
Don't you go tell me that you've lost faith in it
Don't you go tell me that you've lost faith in everything
Don't you go tell me that you've got nothing to say
When I've seen your colours, & I know your ways
Don't you go tell me that it's all been in vain
Don't you go tell me that nothing's changed, it's still the same
Don't you go tell me that you've got nothing to say
When I've seen your colours, & I know your ways
la la la la la lda dee dum
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5. |
my favourite song
05:54
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It was a sweaty old affair with lost souls and no shows, low lights, broken strings and the odd forgotten dream. You were silhouette by the stage, warming with a 'la la la', it had been a while since you stepped in front of the light. You were bold, you were fierce, you just oozed cool. Your skin-tight leathers were the perfect choice for tonight, I watched you dance that room, like a ballroom pro
You could hear the rain hit the roof as the summer heat had broke the sky, the room was filling up nice as the stagehand said, "it's a sold out show tonight" There was a rumour at the bar my favourite song was on the list, you know the one with the line, 'what am I supposed to do now that I've spent all my gold on you?'
It's a line, one of those sentimental lines that just rings true
Though you wrote it for you, we've all walked that road, that's why it's my favourite song
When you lay, when you lay it down.... When you sing it out for the worn and the weary kind, though strangers looking back, tonight we're all old friends, singing our favourite songs.
All the words come alive when you do that thing with the truth in your voice, when you sing it out for the worn and the weary kind, we're passers by in the street but tonight we're all old friends, singing our favourite songs
You and your band played around 2 hours worth of tunes, you said, "thank you, goodnight" and with a wave you walked off stage, myself and the crowd stood there chanting your name for just one more song, your reappeared barefoot holding your beat up J45... Stepped to the mic and said, "this song's for y'all weary kind".
It made my night, when you strummed that first chord of my favourite song
When you lay, when you lay it down.... When you sing it out for the worn and the weary kind, though strangers looking back, tonight we're all old friends, singing our favourite songs.
All the words come alive when you do that thing with the truth in your voice, when you sing it out for the worn and the weary kind, we're passers by in the street but tonight we're all old friends, singing our favourite songs
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6. |
gypsy heart
05:06
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Strange how the winds they come and change your tide
The cocaine lines just aint the same and your whisky's always dry
Your expiration date approaching and the year's are passing fast
Life just gets in the way when you feel it's your time to shine
No nothing ever grows on you, and the winter wind never seems to go
Lord, it feels like forever when you threw it all away
All the questions that you asked were never thrown your way
It feels like forever when the days don't go your way
And your gypsy heart don't feel the same
Blindfolded, tied up juggling many pies on ice
Suspended here in time as the world spins on by
Living a second handed life, lord knows you try
But you played it like a cowboy, gambling all that's right
On getting yourself drunk down on easy street, washing those blues away, no nothing ever grows on you, and the winter wind never seems to go
Lord, it feels like forever when you threw it all away
All the questions that you asked were never thrown your way
It feels like forever when the days don't go your way
And your gypsy heart don't feel the same
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You came through like a hurricane, changing my ways you made me invincible, the sunshine we harboured, it made us unstoppable and nothing could tear us down, none but ourselves could throw it away
The late night line chasing playing Bonnie & Clyde, you were under my skin & the thorn in my side, it was never pretend dear
nothing could tear us down, none but ourselves could throw it away
We got lost in the storm, and couldn't find our way home
And the holes that you made when you shot me down
Are easy to hide love you know, though the scars in my soul
Are painted in gold with your name
Though it's not the same, no this letting go, as giving you up
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When I first net you, you were moping around, you stumbled out the boozer with a winter frown, springs end was near and the weather was unkind, 'twas the start of the summer that could never be outdone
When I lifted my head and seen those eyes, something struck right through me and stole my beer buzz, you said in your soft voice, "are you alright?" 'twas the start of the summer that could never be outdone
We blended like to hobos at the same crossroads, we spoke of wanderlust and how we never fitted in, with your bucket in your bag, my guitar across my back, we chased down the summer that could never be outdone
From Des Moines to the California coast, we rode those freights, hopping on and off with the stories of old, as distant as the setting sun
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rock 'n' a hard place
03:09
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Well the times are not a changing, they're just coming 'round, no left or right now, it's just up & down, well the years passing by will make or break your my mind, you can take what's yours and I'll just keep what's mine
Coz time's more precious than silver & gold, and money won't save you when you're grey & old, when your eyes grow dim and the light does fade, you'll be caught between a rock 'n' a hard place
You should never trust a cowboy when you see him grin, he could hold a losing hand but he'll always win, well that old yellow rose got a thorn on it's branch, reach out to you from the river to the ranch
Lord, why you have to give me this cross to bare, I know that I'm a sinner but it just don't compare to all thugs and crazies taking over this, think I'm caught between a rock 'n' a hard place
Don't expect no sympathy or no compromise, it's a tooth for a tooth and eye for an eye, well my left eye's itchin', I got salt on my shoe, well I'm going to hell and there's nothing you can do
Well the cats they scream and the hound dogs howl, hearing the footsteps on that midnight prowl, well the devil's at my winda I can see his face, think I'm caught between a rock 'n' a hard place
No I'm not paranoid, coz I know you're out to get me, just try to roll along but those crazy people just won't let me be
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10. |
weekend millionaire
04:40
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Oh what a life working for the man, in this regime of the 9 to 5
Though I try to get on by just playing Mr Nice, I must confess
That I'm just killing time for the day to come around
What becomes of one going 'round in circles?
Every year is groundhog in my little bubble
Though I strive for more, the weekend is what I live for
And I must confess, that I'm just killing time for the day to come around
Coz I'm a weekend millionaire, living off two monkeys
Though keep that under my hat and take it on my chin
But to all the girls I meet, my name's Mr Big-time
Coz it's easy to pretend, that you're someone else at the weekend
When Monday morning comes, I'm no use to anyone
I daydream the day away, with fantasies of a different time & place
with a sarcastic grin upon my face, I plan my exit strategy to a different way, but for today..
I'm a weekend millionaire, living off two monkeys
Though keep that under my hat and take it on my chin
But to all the girls I meet, my name's Mr Big-time
Coz it's easy to pretend, that you're someone else at the weekend
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