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1. |
Anthem Of The Night
03:34
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The wind blows like a pillow
in the silent wail of gray routine
I am arrested by cement
trapped in the illusion of intrinsic self esteem
I am what I am, it's a life line of slumber
some call it freedom of speech
but I got the wrong number
I kiss the lips of broken souls
I realize they're just like you and me
voices from the walls remind us
insanity is the realm of the free
the crutches of paradise are the leisures of hell
whisper it to the night
tell it to the liberty bell
We scurry in the moonlight
soldiers of peace under a highwayman's command
we are the distant lovers,
mothers of a promising blues, rock and roll band
play it once you'll see
your heart begins to tremble
play it twice, I guarantee
this is all you will remember
My dreams are like rain in July
solemn but true
echos of prose from the sky
perfect for two
This room is full of books
with dusty pages from before I was born
I wake up and smell the roses
keep the pedals, throw away the thorns
wild winds are stepping stones to years gone by
I give it all I got to give
do my best to keep from saying goodbye
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Somewhere down in the city
where the street lamps burn slow
packed in luminous pity
for the folk down below
on the train to Manhattan
15 stations to go
like a lady of satin
in a tunnel of woe
But I know you of old
once I stood in your shoes
telling the tales that you've told
of hobos, women and booze
So I'm singing a love song
for a handful of change
I've been playing too long
got me feeling so strange
if I give you a dollar
would you ask for my name
if I unbutton your collar
would you jump in front of my train
But I know you of old
once I stood in your shoes
telling the tales that you've told
of hobos, women and booze
Rest on the wind
sing to the rain
master of time
angel of pain
on the train to Manhattan
tell me where do I go
But I know you of old
once I stood in your shoes
telling the tales that you've told
of hobos, women and booze
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3. |
Day Is New
05:07
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Once I lived alone
in a house down on the beach
poor men came around
and they would ask me please
to teach them how to smile
I never knew just what to say
so I'd just pick up my guitar and play
they all seemed to like it better that way
Well, I myself had nothing
but I felt good all the same
playing my guitar
and reaching independent fame
within my soul
'cause there was fire reflecting through my eyes
and I never needed nothing more
I never needed nothing more
And the sky was crimson blue
and the frost was settled on the dew
coffee, how you brewin'
lady how you doin'
everything is brighter when the day is new
everything is brighter when the day is new
Then one day my house burned down
and I headed out of town
I mingled with a crowd of people
working for the crown
all day and night
I earned 17 dollars every day
working as a fruit collector at the parade
they used to have these fruit parades, you see
Every day I stayed there I felt heavier inside
then one day someone asked me
why I bothered even trying to be free
and I was screaming
what's the matter with you
why don't you run away
come on, tell me true
go out, try living somewhere new
try living somewhere new
And the sky was crimson blue
and the frost was settled on the dew
coffee, how you brewin'
lady how you doin'
everything is brighter when the day is new
everything is brighter when the day is new
Then I ran out to the hills
and built a house beneath a tree
when I remembered I forgot
to build myself a key
to get inside
but I didn't mind, I just lay there
with the flowers by my side
I was singing songs and learning how to die
Now I live alone but I don't dare to leave my home
every now and then somebody calls me on the phone
to hear me smile
and still today I just don't know what to say
I pick up my guitar and play
just like old times, baby
everyone still seems to like it this way
Well, you can come around
if you're too lonely to get by
I'd love for you to visit me
I'm living in the sky
let's fly away
'cause there is fire burning in our hearts
and you know we never needed nothing more
we never needed nothing more
And the sky is crimson blue
and the frost is settled on the dew
coffee, how you brewin'
lady how you doin'
everything is brighter when the day is new
everything is brighter when the day is new
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4. |
Daydream
03:15
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Is it time for us to leave yet
are we running out of winter
is there any place for us to go
where we can feel alive again
We were happy smoking cigarettes
while waiting for the sunrise
waiting for the new day to begin
Maybe when the country is clean
when the people have seen what I've seen
they would understand
maybe when the world is green
we'd be caught in between
we'd be lucky to call it a dream
Once I was waiting for
someone to close the door
someone to kiss me goodnight
once in the old cafe
singing my heart away
something still wasn't quite right
but I might just keep singing straight into the night
Maybe when the country is clean
when the people have seen what I've seen
they would understand
maybe when the world is green
we'd be caught in between
we'd be lucky to call it a dream
Is it time for us to leave yet
can we make it through the summer
let's go one more time for coffee
when this rainy day is over
it's a revelation, I suppose
to smile in the darkness
look around, the new day had begun
Maybe when the country is clean
when the people have seen what I've seen
they would understand
maybe when the world is green
we'd be caught in between
we'd be lucky to call it a dream
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5. |
Hold On
04:50
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Over the ocean there's a girl
sleeping naked and alone
with every moon-rise
her heart grows fonder of her phantom on the phone
time spent in love is never lost
you know I care for you
I need you, babe
to never underestimate the cost
plugged in to safety boats
tuned out from feeling power in our hearts
abandoned by society
to feed the wolves, to tear us all apart
how can I say what she's to do
her song is tender, wild and free
my lover, it could be just you and me
So hold on
my lady of the island
hold on
mistress of the sea
'cause no one is chasing you on your land
and your tears, they are the language of your honesty
I'll see you in the morning
I can't bear to be away from you so long
and every day I'm learning
but I wish that I could sing you one more song
the man is coming to collect
he always comes before the rain
and I'm left to ponder what I got to gain
So hold on
my lady of the island
hold on
mistress of the sea
'cause no one is chasing you on your land
and your tears, they are the language of your honesty
So I'll sit by the window
and the stars will be marching by
look at them burn
see how they shine
and I want to go back home
in the house of fun
in the house of dreams
I want to go
So hold on
my lady of the island
hold on
mistress of the sea
'cause no one is chasing you on your land
thanks for your time
it's been a pleasure to meet you
I'll see you when we get the time
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6. |
Delaware River
03:05
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Driving away
cup overflowing
hilltops are gray
and a hurricane's blowing
but I'll never be alone when I'm tossing stones
in the Delaware river
Hips like a spoon
eyes like a sapphire
setting at noon
for a sit by the camp fire
but I'll never be alone when I'm chewing a bone
in the Delaware river
Starship sailing
collarbone failing
eating up trash and following orders
newspaper rookie reporter
moonlight wrapped in silver
down by the Delaware river
Write me a line
send me a postcard
I'm trying to keep time
yes, I'm trying so hard
but I'm never alone when I'm throwing my phone
in the Delaware River
Starship sailing
collarbone failing
eating up trash and following orders
newspaper rookie reporter
moonlight wrapped in silver
down by the Delaware river
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7. |
Blues From A Window
03:25
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Between the pleasure of tomorrow
and the dreams of yesterday
I stand confused by words of broken thunder
as I pack my old possessions
from times I left behind
I gaze into the future, bound by wonder
my girl from California
she's chanting in the park
with her sweet caressing praises
lifting shadows in the dark
and the brokenhearted poet
and the painter in my brain
paint the portrait of the poem
that's been driving me insane
Through the colors of my conscience
there's a dead show on the run
trapped beneath the borderlines of the skyway
not a shirt upon my back
not a penny to my name
lord, I can't go on like this upon the highway
searching for salvation
bound by wild desire
tripping in the moonlight
crawling in the muck and mire
and the church bells softly pounding
strike my ears in solemn prayer
like the lovers in the meadow
like the dreams I used to wear
Sliding past the crossroads
in my uniform and gun
and my face concealed by shadows everlasting
balanced over bridges
like a tight rope walking trail
fearful as I watch the trailers passing
in ancient dreams I wander
mixed up and confused
as I recall my sacred eulogy
constantly abused
my life is done, my race is run
my destiny close by
time and time again gently I hang my head and cry
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