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I only sleep
when I’m dreaming of you
But dreams can’t compete
when that morning light comes shining through
‘Cause in the morning, I remember
How could I forget?
The sweetest song that the birds had ever sung
Will wake me from my rest
There’s times when I grow lonely
My soul is hungry and I am tired
But those pains will only
Last a little while
‘Cause in the morning, I remember
How could I forget?
The sweetest song that the birds had ever sung
Will wake me from my rest
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A Falling Waltz
04:55
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Lovely lady, almost murdered you,
We all almost did
But giving it a bit of thought, and considering where you’ve been
I forgive you my friend
We all fall down -
No matter how many times we try to waltz.
We fall down.
We’ve all been thrown ‘round by the tide
Felt like we were drowning
Some times take tax on the tip of your tongue
But time’s take on things is meaningless
Brushing off a little dust must be done from time to time
You are always welcome here
We all fall down -
No matter how many times we try to waltz.
We fall down.
We’ve all been thrown ‘round by the tide
Felt like we were drowning
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Crumbs
01:44
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Lonely road,
all my bridges sure don’t lead me anywhere
Just crumbs for crows, lord knows I feel it
I sure can’t breathe me any air
So I take a breath of air
One if by land, two if by scenic sea
I’ve seen it.
Once was enough.
So I take a breath of air
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Yesterday's News Today
03:01
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Poured a weak cup of watery coffee
Reading yesterday’s old news.
missed the train, ain’t got no fare
Here’s hopin’ I still get to you
It’s rain, it’s snow, it’s hard to tell
I’ll tell you what: it’s all soon ice
It’s hard to say what keeps me steady
When my feet slip up and I can’t walk right
But if I can just get up some speed,
I won’t have to worry ‘bout time
Just hold my cards to my chest and hope for the best
Hold my breath, things'll be alright
It’s a Saturday, gray and lonely
And no one came to kiss her hand
To say “My darling, my darling
I’m sorry that this weather ever happened again”
Winter weeks grow long,
Till every second in an hour is a day
Only feeling is cold, only age is old
You gotta hold your breath, things will be okay
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Washed Away
03:15
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When it’s nighttime on the delta,
And the fishers all go home,
There’s a hush over the river
And even she feels alone
The fish under the water
Sink deep into their beds
They all know not to be seen
When that river floods again
She’s coming when she likes
She’ll leave nothing behind
That levee, it ain’t the end
She’ll come back again
Mother nature pay attention
To what your child did today
Don’t you have a single shred of heart left?
Or was it all washed away?
If this weather never lets up
And if the sun, he was gone,
I’d still never understand this
What the hell did I do wrong?
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The Self-Taught Man
03:06
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I don’t see a way out from here my friend
Surrender’s time has come
I’ll soon be strange struck with my luck, soon after
I am the lonely one
This mine is ours as far as I can tell
And soot for strangers’ eyes
He’ll soon be strange struck, the self-taught man
He is the lonely one
Must I choose what has changed?
Myself or the thing?
The sea or the stone?
I must choose what has changed!
Myself or the thing
I think I am cured!
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I want to go not meaning to leave, meaning I want to stay.
But this coast won’t hold me.
Well the second generation puts food on the table,
But the third is the first to want more
Her mom and her dad gave up everything just to give her what she had
She knows all about them, but there’s no more turning back, no more giving a damn.
Out here, on your own, it doesn’t matter how you pay the rent just as long as you get it done
By the first of the month. “Oh, I’m sorry all my daughters! Oh, I’m sorry all my sons!”
Well, the sunlight looks good on her. It would look good on anyone
Except her shades can’t shake the sun
Gretel left a trail of gunpowder behind her,
just in case she never wanted to come back
Her mom and her dad gave up everything just to give her what she had
She knows all about them, but there’s no more turning back, no more giving a damn.
Out here, on your own, it doesn’t matter how you pay the rent just as long as you get it done
By the first of the month. “Oh, I’m sorry all my daughters! Oh, I’m sorry all my sons!”
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The Gallerist Boston, Massachusetts
The Gallerist is a rock band based on the North Shore of Boston with a sound that has been compared to the likes of Wilco, My Morning Jacket, and On the Beach era Neil Young.
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