1. |
Calypso Rd.
03:29
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Blacktop switches
To sand rocks and red clay
Gullies in the road where the storms run off
Muddy water
Downhill into your lake
Little deltas where the soil is extra soft
Clouds of cream and pearl and gold
Vapors trapped in glass
Purple martin on a telephone wire
Waiting for the heat to pass
Look through your window
Birds and summer storms
Whitecaps rising higher
Goosebumps on your arms
Silver wings
White sails on the water
Something cooking or a suitcase on the floor
Carolina son
California daughter
Trips from coast to coast and shore to shore
Wind or road or wave
Or stand beneath the clock
The dog's at the kennel or she's under the couch
Listening for the door to knock
Look past the horizon
Farther than the blue
Oil the hinges in that door
They've got things to do
You don't care about the distance
The location or weather
You want to see those smiling faces
When your love's together
Blue sneakers
Underneath turquoise lines
Fast eyes turn wet with happy tears
Finger pointing
In the air at the punch line
Best joke you've heard for years and years
Laugh and laugh and squint those eyes
Like sidelong crescent moons
It's beyond your control now
And they'll just have to make room
Look through that narrow space
All the eyes you've known
Are looking right back through at you
Feeling less alone
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2. |
Two Envelopes
03:31
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Give me a chance
And I'll show you the door
That leads to a poor fool's heart
Give me the time
And I'll write you a rhyme
Paint you a piece of art
Give me your eyes
And I'll shine a light
On the dark side of the moon
Give me your smile
And I'll go away a while
Come back with a pretty tune
Tell me your secrets
I'll tell you mine
All about my dreams and hopes
I'll take your laugh
I'll divide it in half
Put it inside two envelopes
This one I'll hold tight
When the day turns to night
You know how I get frightened in the dark
This one I'll hold
When the day turns cold
At least I'll have something to warm my heart
Give me a minute
And I'll climb right in it
And I'll try to fill it up with joy
Give me this dance
And I'll move like I have ants in my pants
'Cause I'll be a happy boy
Give me your vote
I'll write you a note
Encrypted with a brand new code
Give me your kiss
And I'll cross it off my list
While I watch you walking down the road
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3. |
Look Who Has Returned
03:00
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You've changed no wait that's me
Shadow in your door
Catch my fall 'cause that's what friends are for
Pick a hand either hand
But no gift did I bring
I just want back beneath your far-side wing
Look who has returned
Bandage on my burn
To re-stake the claim I never earned
I know right where we stand
And it is safely out of range
And I have got us covered
Unless circumstances change
You may have wondered why
I have been snooping around your yard
Something knocked over my house of cards
I ran out of options
So I have thought of nothing since
But that loose board somewhere in this fence
Look who has returned
Bandage on my burn
To re-stake the claim I never earned
I know right where we stand
And it is safely out of range
And I have got us covered
Unless circumstances change
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4. |
Woke Up In Pain
03:10
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Whole box of smokes and alcohol
Man I was running my mouth
Walked right into a wall
As the bar was emptying out
And this is where the whole thing led
All the next day in bed
I woke up in pain still hearing the sound
Of her name in my head
Didn't want to face an empty room
Didn't waste time making my mind up
I knew the place would close at two
Where did I think that I'd wind up?
I was just putting things off
Throbbing head and a wicked cough
Whole box of smokes and alcohol
Man I was running my mouth
Walked right into a wall
As the bar was emptying out
And this is where the whole thing led
All the next day in bed
I woke up in pain still hearing the sound
Of her name in my head
You know I always miss sunrise
It's supposed to stand for something new
I hope to wake with different eyes
She's usually standing in my view
I was just wiping it clean
But in the morning she's still in my dream
Putting things off
Throbbing head and a wicked cough
Whole box of smokes and alcohol
Man I was running my mouth
Walked right into a wall
As the bar was emptying out
And this is where the whole thing led
All the next day in bed
I woke up in pain still hearing the sound
Of her name in my head
I woke up in pain still hearing the sound
Of her name in my head
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5. |
Don't Be Blue
03:08
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Everything is right
In certain kinds of light
This shouldn't be a night to complain
But where the darkness falls
You're groping for the walls
Like you're insane
Everyone is gone
There must be something going on
You'll be here till dawn comes around
Tearing up your soul
And digging up a hole
In the ground
I know what the day has told you
I listen sometimes too
Come here and let me hold you
Don't be blue
Shadows on the wall
They don't mean anything at all
Leave them where they fall and move on
No need to turn back
Let them fade to black
And be gone
I know what the day has told you
I listen sometimes too
Come here and let me hold you
Don't be blue
Don't be blue
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6. |
When Might You Be Home?
03:39
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Baby won't you tell me where you're going?
And when you might be home?
My insecurity is showing
Wouldn't hurt to throw a dog a bone
I'm so tired of blowing my vocal cords out
When the moon can't hear my howl
So baby where you going?
And when might you be home?
I'll just wait here on my knees
Holding the memory of your touch
Your hands are flowers in a breeze
Still I'm just helpless in your clutch
So much time goes by listening for the key
To touch the door that sets me free
So baby where you going?
And when might you be home?
I'll look for headlights in the curtains
I'll listen for the heels of shoes
I'll keep my hopes down till I'm certain
The person coming home is you
Because my cold dark hollow heart can do me so much harm
When I am not in your arms
So baby where you going?
And when might you ne home?
When might you be home?
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7. |
Arkansas Drawl
03:49
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Nature around her
Is dark brown and green
The lights in her eyes
Are angry and wild
The sunset is silver
And open and clean
Soft as a whisper
Her smooth country style
Long and she's tall
All that a man could desire
Descending the mountain
To fend off the wind
A shelter a low-burning fire
She's cool in the fall
And sad in the winter moonlight
But she sings with an Arkansas drawl
On an early spring night
She's always in motion
She never sits still
Her hands are like crests
And her curves are like troughs
On to the ocean
Like she always will
Down at the shoreline
She takes it all off
Long and she's tall
All that a man could desire
Descending the mountain
To bathe in the glow
That's turning the water to fire
She's cool in the fall
And sad in the winter moonlight
But she sings with an Arkansas drawl
On an early spring night
And her hair is split by her shoulder
And the rapids cut on the stone
Rhythmic celebration
In a melancholy tone
Long and she's tall
All that a man could desire
Descending the mountain
Reflecting the stars
In her eyes and becoming inspired
She's cool in the fall
And sad in the winter moonlight
But she sings with an Arkansas drawl
On an early spring night
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8. |
Get Ready
03:38
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Get ready for the look-away
Get ready for the lie
Get ready to dig for the truth
Get ready to come up dry
Get ready for the jolt
Get ready for the joke
Get ready for the tickle
When you're losing your grip at the end of your rope
Get ready for the flood of rage
Get ready for I've had it up to here
Get ready for cheap fast food
A television show and a six-pack of beer
Get ready for the tell off
Get ready for the tears
Get ready for the wrong number
'Cause no one by that name lives here
Get ready for the big split
Get ready for the split lip
Get ready to swallow a tooth
Get ready for the pink slip
Get ready for sleepless nights
When you'll stand on your bed like a marionette
Get ready for days to just float away
If they're not held down by a few cigarettes
Get ready for the fuel
Get ready for the fire
Get ready to look like a fool
When something exposes your secret desire
Get ready to douse your brain
With a bottle of expensive wine
You don't have a problem yet
But I guess there's always time
Get ready for freeze-dried malls
And status dogs with stupid hair
Get ready to bust a flat
In a dark neighborhood in the middle of nowhere
Get ready for the bump and grind
Get ready for the nasty dream
Get ready for a natural disaster
To wipe everybody's conscience clean
Get ready to go to work
Get ready to go to bed
You'll never be ready anyway
So just piss away the time instead
Get ready for the green light
You'd better be ready for the red
Get ready for the real life
Get ready for dead
Get ready for the repo heart
Get ready for the wandering eye
Get ready to stare at the ceiling
And picture her held by the arms of another guy
Get ready for the police
Get ready for the painted-on face
Get ready for the consequences
Merciless pain complete disgrace
Get ready for behind your back
Get ready for the heart attack
Get ready for the over-the-counter cure
For paranoid hypochondriacs
Get ready to make a wish
And blow the birthday candles out
Note the changes in the mirror
Wait for things to not turn out
Get ready for the TV flash
Get ready for the 100-year dash
Get ready for the perfect plan
Get ready for the batted eyelash
Get ready to not be sure
If you should up the work or cut the leisure
Be prepared for the wrong procedure
Get ready for the endless detour
Get ready for the trophy
Get ready for the lights
Get ready for sixteen hour days
Get ready for loveless nights
Get ready for files and phones
Whatever it takes
Get ready to feel like a fake
When you wake at daybreak with a headache
Get ready to go to work
Get ready to go to bed
You'll never be ready anyway
So just piss away the time instead
Get ready for the green light
You'd better be ready for the red
Get ready for the real life
Get ready for dead
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9. |
Talking Back
02:59
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All of the muscles in both your hands
Are not sufficient for the weight of your head
Anyway they were not conditioned for work
You'll have to shove them in your pockets instead
Let your neck go slack and rest your chin on your breastbone
Stare at your feet and try to register movement
Open your mouth click your tongue
If you hear an echo then there's room for improvement
The boards in the floor sag the sun's in the dust
You pass out gazing at the microwave clock
Earth-pounding furious hot-pink lust
You wake up gazing at the microwave clock
Knock knock who's there a broken-down armchair
Broken-down armchair who cares you say
Not me yes you couldn't be then who
I've got things to do I'll have to call you back Tuesday
Meal after meal they start to all look the same
It leaves a bitter taste no place to spit it
Surveys are conducted but you don't want to complain
Ringing ringing ringing just let the machine get it
You can't breathe in this place you go for a ride
Pile of unopened mail on the passenger side
Searching for a person in whom you can confide
Anything else no a dollar twenty-seven out of five
Driving around with all your nerves exposed
They say that attitude is everything it's true you suppose
Then again you can't trust a thing an inch past your nose
They're scanning the herd for the ones that move slow
So push your pedal set your vanity mirror
And flex for your reflection with everything you've got
A bad decision's always better than indecision
It's a fact when something's hungry it goes right for the soft spot
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10. |
Roads To The River
03:53
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I know that you're the one for me
'Cause I've seen your silhouette
Dancing through my dreams
And I felt your presence
Before you stepped out of the wild
And I shake inside when I wonder
If I hadn't been there
Where would I be?
Drifters they are collectors of
All those old dead-end streets
That don't reach the sea
I heard you calling
Across the river through the night
And I shake inside when I wonder
If I hadn't been there
Where would I be?
Drift with me darling
Into the sunrise
The darkest of memories
Puts flames in our eyes
Honeysuckle and fresh spring rain
Chasing your sweet perfume
Running toward the sea
Over the water
You heard feet on that shattered road
And I shake inside when I wonder
If I hadn't been there
Where would I be?
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11. |
Fine Treasure
04:46
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Pull out my guitar
The night is growing old
And I'm here on shaky ground
Somewhere in the dark
Our love is growing cold
And the moon is going down
And I wonder what I'm reaching for
'Cause the trees don't make a sound
But my blood pressure's on the rise
Maybe it's the fine treasure in your eyes
We've been gone so long
Inside our lonesome selves
Well the mailbox overflows
And there's something wrong
With filling up our shelves
When all the while emptiness grows
And I wonder what I'm reaching for
'Cause I know we don't belong
Here underneath the same night skies
Maybe it's the fine treasure in your eyes
Anything worth holding
Cannot be possessed
Tonight your pretty memory
Is resting on my chest
We never seemed to want that much
I guess in fact
We wanted nothing
But the best
Down a secret road
There is a cellphone tower
And the buzzards all roost there
But there's nothing owed
Until the morning hour
When the sun rises in the air
And I wonder what we're reaching for
But there's no time left to spare
When it all shrinks right down to size
Maybe it's the fine treasure in your eyes
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