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quiet is lonesome
01:56
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don't take this lightly
03:09
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Ill say the things that I’ve always wanted to say, you say the things that make everything okay, I know what your thinking.
I’ll sing the songs that you’ve always wanted to hear, I’ll write the words that sweep away your fears, you know what im thinking.
If love means something then, you must mean everything, like fire and ice so we, collide so beautifully
You hold the hands that I’ve always wanted to hold
You smile the smile that I’ve always wanted to kiss, don’t take this lightly
You have the eyes that can read into my soul, you have the heart that makes my cold heart warm, I know you see inside me
It feels like something, that we were meant to see, it took some time but, you’re the only one for me.
Everybody wants the thing we’ve got, everybody wants the love I’ve got
Everybody knows that love don’t stop, I hope you know that I won’t stop
Every day seems better than the last, everyday your hearts within my grasp
Wanna show you everything you mean, just wanna prove what you mean to me
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3. |
Robin The Transient
02:32
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I met a boy made a man by life
In a town in texas named for florida
He asked me for a dollar, we shared a cigarette instead
I saw his pain and I think that he saw mine
And well we’re all just heading home
Some of us take longer roads, it’s cold
Up north but this spring I swear we’ll make it
That kid he told me hed left his family and jumped the rail to California
But all he found were the down and out
and he’d finally figured out that he’d swapped the worst for worse, now it’s the booze that soothe his soul
and well I kicked rocks out of californi ay
where the law and ladies left me
and I drank my own way across deserts and plains
past all four corners through santa fe
and I guess I’m still heading home. But
ive got some road left its too cold up north
I think I’m waiting…
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Lazarus
04:02
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Is it giving up or giving in
Or have you given in to giving up
Or are we sticking to the things we said we would
Are you growing up, or giving up
Getting paid but feeling stuck
well we’ve only got one life to live
Are you rushing in or rushing out
Is it everything you hoped it would be with him
Or have you given up on what you truly wanted
We’ve all given up and given in
The trick is that we never quite stopped with it
And giving up on giving up is sometimes done
Is it growing up? Are you giving in? or have you given up?
On the life you’d hoped you’d live. 2x
Growing up, is giving in
Following the cash to a life of sin
When, we were so much lighter in the forest
we’re falling fast, landing hard
Laid bare at the side of the bar
as all our friends cry and drink up for us
our Stomachs stuffed, pockets full
Jewelry and clothing bought with gold
But still these hearts will still refuse their beatings
We’re all left behind, with broken bones
For reasons that remain unknown but
There’s a certain comfort amongst these corpses
Getting up, and moving on
Back from the dead, its been way too long and
I can barely move my toes and
Lazarus, rise and walk
Pick up your shit, and stand up tall
Theres more for dead men who can talk
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where we're going
02:45
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And its never easy to become the one that you were meant to be the day that you were born
But we’re not rushing, no sense in that, we take our time, and keep our tires on the road, driving this old road
Where we’re going, no one can follow, except the ones we hold tight in our hearts
And only those we let come home with us will ever understand our broken hearts…broken hearts..
And I’ll admit sometimes I feel like god is dead
And ill admit sometimes it feels like we’ve been left for dead
And ill admit, sometimes it feels like god is dead
And ill admist sometimes I fear that we’ve been left for dead.
Woeee, wooeeee, woeee woeee
It’s That darkness at the edge of vision its that which ‘minds us of our friends and homes
But it’s the darkness behind our eyes that worries even those who seem to hold their own
And well we’d better keep on motoring, ignore the traffic following, keep our shoulders to the road.
And if we drive on fast enough, we might even outrun a darkness of our own….
And ill admit sometimes I feel like god is dead
And ill admit sometimes it feels like we’re all left for de ad
And ill admit sometimes it feels like god is dead
And ill admit sometimes it feels like we’ve been left for dead.
We’ll drive to the sea, we’ll find our shoreline, and we’ll make our camp on the edge of horizons where we’ll, find ourselves, and we’ll make our peace
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mountain girl
03:04
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It was a cold night last November
When we said goodbye forever
And well I’ve missed you ever since, ya my mountain girl
I never thought I’d get the story
Of how you finally found me boring
And I just still don’t quite quite understand
I fell in love with a browneyed mountain girl
Yah I fell in love with a browneyed mountain girl
I fell in love and she really rocks my world.
It was a late night last October
When I finally met her sober
And her smile sparked a fire that never left
But theres these mountains in between us
and while these feelings might mislead us
this poor paid native sherpaa surely will
I fell in love with a brown eyed mountain girl
I fell in love with a girl who rocks my world
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the left one is the deaf one recommends:
Deep Creek
by California Baseball Band
These guys are friends of mine from Florida. In addition to being amazing people, they also write and record amazing music. Check out their album Deep Creek.
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Papa Bear Sings Baby Bear a Lullaby in a Bearhouse
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Tides of a Teardrop
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Meet Me at the River
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