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Step Away From It
05:15
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2. |
Teasin' Ease
04:46
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A troubled mind still finds the time to sleep
Finds the laughter makes the room to breathe
The neighbors ask me “sonny - can’t it wait??”
Turn a shoulder nod your head in case
-Must learn to endure such graceless company
Cause I’m a stranger and everyone is scared of me
-Forgotten how to be……
On dusty shelves where all my trophies sat
Is where I keep a jar of this and that
scattered change from all the days I scrapped
And wrappers from the gum I chewed and spot
-They say one day one day is coming soon
I’m a wolf in the backyard - howling at the moon
-Forgotten how to be….
These clumsy feet they scurry step to step
My worried mind goes forward then corrects
Ancient rumors of what - might - work - this time
We tried everything ’til it made us wanna sing…
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3. |
Name
04:21
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I think no-one no-one no-one knows my name
I think no-one no-one no-one knows My name
My legs keep running running til they run no more
and I think no-one no-one no-one knows… no-one no-one knows
And I said ohhhhhhhh
And I said ohhhhhhhh
I think no-one no-one here knows what to say
Nor how to say it say it without losing faith
You’ve gotta know it know it doubtful as it is
And I think no-one no-one no-one knows.. no-one no-one knows
Ohhhhhh
And i said ohhhhhhhh
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4. |
Trains
04:33
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I’ve got me a winner - Right here in my hand
It’s almost official - I grab and forget what I have
Toss a few coins - to shake in my can
I’ll buy me a truck - and drive off to where the…
Trains— Where the trains come and go
To where exactly— I’m just dying to know
Oh quiet curse you keep me thirsty - the means to compare
and I will always wonder what might - have been there - what might have been…
Ohh it’s a drag - the cigarette ash
Slow and impatient - the maddening dash
I’ve got me a winner - tomorrow it’s mine
My friend is ecstatic - got hired full time at where the…
Trains— Where the trains come and go
To where exactly— I’m just dying to know
Oh quiet curse you keep me thirsty - the means to compare
and I will always wonder what might - have been there - what might have been…
Ba-dada-da-da-da…
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5. |
Strangers
04:35
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There are strangers in my head - I did not invite them in
So I try to put them out but they - don’t listen all too well
They’re unlocking all the doors and inviting all their friends
They’re having a party but I, wasn’t invited
An appearance must be made after all - this is my place
I walk in - Looking tough - 31 eyes size me up
Keep composed… Keep track of all of those you can’t count on count on count on
Add , Subtract.. The mind will make up all the difference - you can count on that
You can count on that
These strangers make themselves at home - raid my fridge and use my phone
Call their friends and leave a mess of them ohh - people who I will never know
When I finally fall asleep - they leave note before they leave, that reads,
Sincerely
Keep composed… Keep track of all of those you can’t count on count on count on
Add , Subtract.. The mind will make up all the difference - you can count on that
You can count on that
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6. |
Shotglass Waltz
02:38
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Mmmm Here I am again - sitting at this bar
Hearing people celebrating who they think they are
And I sit here again lonesome to myself
Watching bartenders taking from the top shelf
—I know that it’s not mine
—the taste ain’t what I drink
—It sounds to young untangle my tongue
—to speak the way I think
And though my ears are tired - the band starts to play
I don’t wanna listen to them struggle while they sing
That they don’t wanna work like I have just come from
They think they have a word to say about what I’ve become
—Ohhh no
—Ohhh no
—Ohhh no
—They don’t
Badada…….
So pour me another round
I’ll chase it with my dreams
I wish for once they’d chase me
So I can rest my feet
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7. |
Paper Scraps
04:55
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You know what you’ve done and so do I know
You know it’s gone too far to say why
Marks on hands of scattered notes and plans
Paper scraps and books don’t make sense
-Cause every now and then it goes.. Over my….
I know what I’ve done and so do you
You know it’s gone too far to remove
Mud on legs and clothes that wreak of booze
The daylight burns my eyes I’ve coming loose
-Cause every now and then it goes.. Under my…
I’m coming loooooooose
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8. |
Tall Man
04:06
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In the morning breaking stride - work so hard to make my mark
Makes me wanna question why
I see the sun is on the rise - watch my shadow stretching out
Makes me wonder what it’s like
I wanna be a Tall Man - Just walking down that road
Just walking down that road - I wanna be a Tall man
I feel the sun break through the trees - hear the rustling of the leaves
There’s a wind brushing my cheek
And as my cheek starts flushing red - it reminds me of what it is
To be at mercy to my legs
I wanna be a Tall Man - Just walking down that road
Just walking down that road - I wanna be a Tall man
I hear the rumble of the planes - feel the rattlin’ of the trains
All these cars keep booming past - Killin’ their stereos
And then I’m lookin’ all around - til my eyes go droppin’ down
To worn souls below my feet - at least they're
Walking down that road
I wanna be a Tall Man
Just walking down that road
I wanna be a Tall Man… I wanna be a Tall man
I wanna be..
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9. |
Tired Writers
05:17
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**There in the front yard - we were lying
Cause we were talking - really nothing in mind
Just capturing a place in time
**You never asked me and so - I never told you
And you were like a map I’d like - to unfold you
You could show me all the places you could go
**And so we chose one - oh hell we chose to..
We got ourselves lost - then we found ourselves new
So tired, of all that old thinking so we took to the ocean and we started inventing
What was it you meant to do
What was it you meant to do
**We lived as sailors - an eye for a lighthouse
We skipped like stones - no care for how it turns out
Turn your light on before your light burns out
**Time has a way - tell me what happened
There was a plan - look how long it’s lasted
There in the front yard there’s so much we imagined
What was it you meant to do
What was it you meant to do
What was it you meant to do
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10. |
Little Boats
03:32
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We’re here and there and here so where are we? I guess we’re free..
Our hearts are lost and found when tossed and thrown across the sea
So tell me who you are and what is it you want from me
Tell me that it’s beautiful - Cause I’m always somewhere in between
Always somewhere in between
In little boats that float alone atop this ancient sea
These hungry souls are fishing hoping for a bite to eat
Cast out begin and end we catch and toss it back again
Well should I mind that nothing here is ever really mine
Nothing here is really mine
In little boats that float - atop this ancient sea
We’re neither here nor there - so where are we
Always somewhere in between
Lim-i-nal-ity
Always somewhere.. in between.. in between
These people here today see futures where they’re all together
Those people there tomorrow don’t remember one another
To the horizons I will float until the land has faded
In little boats on aqua seas no we are never sated….
Always somewhere in between…
In little boats that float - atop this ancient sea
We’re neither here nor there - so where are we
Always somewhere in between
Lim-i-nal-ity
Always somewhere.. in between.. in between
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11. |
Car
03:17
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I drove to work today with a— banana muffin in hand
Maybe 2 or 3 but tell me who is counting that early?
Just trying to do my job…
Baby you’re the car.. Won’t you drive it for me…
la-da-da-dadadada
At lunch I walked around— and got lost
But it was no problem so I didn’t see it as getting lost
I woke up on the job…
Baby you’re the car.. Won’t you drive it for me
la-da-da-dadadada
Tonight is finally here — tonight is ours
Let’s grab some boosh and grab some tunes and take it out to the car
Just trying to shrug it off
Baby you’re the car… hey….. hey….
Baby you’re the car.. Won’t you drive it for me…..
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12. |
Half Eaten Cake
04:19
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How strange - there’s 8 minutes left in my birthday
We’ll wake up to birds and a half eaten cake
Over night those balloons they lost time and they started to shrink
Started to sink
Drifting like a though unanchored but caught on a string
I can’t wait.. until the next again (sober as the coffee on the breath)
I can’t wait.. until the next again (the legs will put the will into the head)
I can’t wait.. until the next again…
Spend our days waiting on the next
Who knows - this weekend we’re drinking at shadows
We’ll lose track of time and then wake up to alarms we forgot we had set
Monday morning… What’s next.. Get dressed.. Wrap the tie around the neck
Sober as the coffee on the breath
I can’t wait.. until when.. Until the next again…
I can’t wait .. until the next again (sober as the coffee on the breath)
Just can’t wait .. until the next again (the legs will put the will into the head)
ohhhh
ohhhh
ohh.. Spend our days waiting on the next
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13. |
Tiles
03:29
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instrumental!
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14. |
Island
10:34
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If I were an Island loud and free - would you ever want to speak to me again
If I were an owl wise on a limb - would you ever wanna look up to me again
If I were an Island
If I were an Island - I am
If I were an Island
If I were an Island - I am
If I were a leaf on an autumn tree - would you ever wanna shake with me again
If I were a leaf on an autumn tree - would you ever wanna fall with me again
If I were an Island
If I were an Island - I am
If I were an Island
If I were an Island - I am
ohhhhhh
If I were a dog laying fast asleep - would you ever wanna run with me again?
When I was a tadpole growing legs - were you nervous that I’d someday hop away?
If I were an Island
If I were an Island
If I were an Island
If I were an Island - I am
If I were an Island
If I were an Island
If I were an Island
If I were an Island - I am
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the Baker's Basement Cleveland, Ohio
Colorful whimsical music born from many moons and many moods
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