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Already Yours
03:23
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This restless time keeps me goin’ south
with my hands in my head, my mind so close to my mouth
I pull no punches, but still you feel the hooks
you keep on sayin’ that you’ll wait it out
but you can’t be in love when your heart is in doubt
you’re hiding in the shadows of your looks
hunting down my inner child through memories of yours
chasing ‘round the underground when I’m right at your door
‘cuz hunny
I’m already yours
You care so little, but think too much
just let go of the wheel when you feel my clutch
can’t call it love, if love was all it took...
hunting down my inner child through memories of yours
chasing ‘round the underground when I’m right at your door
‘cuz hunny
I’m already yours
(I’m all ready…)
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How’d I get so far over there?
they don’t make it any easier
signs in the gutter and curses in the air
why’d you leave me without any fare?
it’s tough enough they make it so laize-faire
if I can’t feel the danger when I dangle my limbs
I won’t hear no stranger, there won’t be no babies cryin’
East Coast Vertigho St. - am I here again?
stranded on my feet, my only choice to pretend
feel my way through ‘til the morning makes anew
this place I swear I already knew
spiral back to you in a lover’s chair
you won’t make it any easier
under the cover, no cloak for me to wear
in the desert dawning of your snap-dragon prints
East Coast Vertigho St. - am I here again?
stranded on my feet, my only choice to pretend
feel my way through ‘til the morning makes anew
this place I swear I already knew...
East Coast Vertigho St. - am I here again?
stranded on my feet, my only choice to pretend
feel my way through ‘til the morning makes a new
East Coast Vertigho St. - am I here again?
stranded on my feet, my only choice to pretend
feel my way through ‘til the morning makes a new
East Coast Vertigho St. - am I here again?
stranded on my feet, my only choice to pretend
feel my way through ‘til the morning makes anew...
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Hey you big old lug,
you’ve been through enough
let me give you a hug
way too long on the farm
you give it your all
let me sing you a song
if you could keep low, buddy
I could pass for nobody
and steal home with the bread
we got a kid in tow,
but she’s quick to know the road
and will keep a roof over our heads
Moonlight for dreamers is still within grasp!
room at the inner sanctuary laps
Moondreamer, dream
of stardust and diamonds in your eyes
Hey you city slick
make a life that’ll stick
let me throw you a brick
any way you work it now
they’ll play you somehow,
so let’s get up and out...
I’ll be feelin’ fine in the summertime
layin’ in the tall grass under the stars
ain’t too far away from the modern day
baby, where we lay you can hear you some cars
Moondreamer, dream!
of stardust and diamonds in your eyes…
I’ll be feelin’ fine in the summertime
layin’ in the tall grass under the stars
ain’t too far away from the modern day
baby, where we lay you can hear you some cars
if you could keep low, buddy
I could pass for nobody
and steal home with the bread
we got a kid in tow,
but she’s quick to know the road
and will keep a roof over our heads
Moondreamer, dream!
of stardust and diamonds
all golden, all shining
of stardust & diamonds in your eyes…
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4. |
Special Stoner
03:30
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Oh, your precious gold
and your fine wine
hold your heavy phone
it’s a clothesline
some will wait to call
‘til you’re out of time...
roam like the garden gnome
they’ll adopt you
direct you, correct you,
put you in costume
pristine, preserved and clean
they will beg and pine…
oh, they wanna get you on loan
I wanna make a buy…
low swingin’ chariot
will you wait for it?
or is the gift you present
gone past tense
to fight the weekend war
with your last common sense?
oh, they wanna get you stoned
just let’m pass on by
oh, they wanna get you on loan,
I wanna make a buy
oh, they wanna get you stoned,
I wanna get you
-- only wanna get you --
only wanna get you high…
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5. |
A Wave
05:28
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I’m just a wave of the physical form
I take my place in the unconvention
I’m unaware of political leaning
why should I stare if the facts are misleading our truth?
make me a sign of your astrology
if you get crossed, there’s a star that will see
your light as it shines,
wherever you will be
holding a candle or blowing a city watt
(or not…)
I’m not immune to the mean stream of ours
serving our ids drive-thru TV hor’s d’ veurs
open my lids to make room for the dessert
and see our kids go from cracked to egg white,
pale-as-shit-scared…
I’m not afraid of the spiritual world
I feel vibrations that are out of control
I’m in the sky all at once as the ocean,
I’m always here yet always in motion
to there
(or there…)
you could find me in the thinnest of air
trace my profile with the finest of care
when my mirror is gone,
but my vanity is too
I’ll have plenty to do, watchin’ over you
like a wave washes blue,
like a wave over you
I’ll be there
I’m just a wave of the physical form...
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Ruby Rain
03:22
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Runnin’ out the back door
like a fired actor
a method that was all in vain
the gift was returned
in the sky the letter burned
when i looked up after
the natural disaster
all that did remain
was
ruby rain, ruby rain
Hey man, what is that for?
you can’t get there by tractor
pullin’ it against the grain
the odds are all the same
they even out in the end…
ruby rain, ruby rain
When i came to ask her
she got to me faster,
wanting me to please explain
ruby rain, ruby rain
(gimme rain…)
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7. |
Great Wide Ocean
04:32
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You hear me now, across the great divide
thoughts are loud in the starred night
you silence the crowd,
ya you’re alright beside me
it’s not over,
on your shoulder
nothing left to chip at
reaching out for your warm light
eyes in a drought - could you lose sight?
what’s it about?
have you made it any more clear?
it’s not over,
on your shoulder
nothing left to chip at
I’m calling now
o’er the Great Wide Ocean
serenading the great wide open
world…
I don’t know how, but you just might
feel me now as you take flight
you silence the crowd,
but you’re always beside me
it’s not over,
on your shoulder
nothing left to chip at
I’m calling now
o’er the Great Wide Ocean
serenading the great wide open
world…
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8. |
Sippin' Lemonade
03:43
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here’s a spoon-fed man
and a starving african
who’s a good samaritan
when there’s no one watchin’
(you)?
me, myself I’m free of sin
‘cause I don’t believe in
black or white, it all blends in
if you’re really starving
for truth...
escape the weather
find the shade
nature knows who’s getting paid
we’ll be sipping lemonade
under Valhalla
natives are free of sin
cause they don’t believe in
black and white it all blends in
if you’re really starving
then you will be calling
it truth
up atop the totem pole
sun was hot,
their feet got cold
something had to break the mold,
(sink or be swallowed)
fix your suit
and your dress
put on your Sunday best
beat the drum or pound your chest
the king has been hallowed
give him ‘til tomorrow
to beg us and to borrow
the truth
a tropical storm hits
everybody run for it!
me and my lady friend
we can’t even be bothered
we’ll be sitting in the shade
sippin ice cold lemonade
never hurry to get laid
under Valhalla
black, white, mexican
you could be my next of kin
I could be your next best friend
don’t have to belong
if we get along
we could share some lemonade
under Valhalla
or heaven, or whatever you call it
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9. |
Therapy
03:48
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Shoot first, and ask questions later
maybe by then we will see
what lies on its back in the shade of
this old, dead-tired fantasy
I wasn’t so polite to the waiter
knowing in my eyes he could see
when he asked about the wife,
and the home life,
“How’s it goin’ with the baby?”
I had been all around town,
almost bought you a plant
but they’re so damn expensive
and my mind is all spent
tryin’ to break through your gated shrubbery
who knows what will come next love
a clean house, or a clean bill of health…
lord knows I will stand beside you
in sickness, and our pursuit of wealth
I know I can’t mime
the hands of Father Time
as he’s waving goodbye to our youth
I can only help you find
enough peace of mind
to never go fearing the truth
when it hits you babe
and I know it will -
that you’ve lost your way
you know I will still be around
Oh,
you wonder how I stay calm,
stand tall and hold my tongue
while your cool parts
just like the Red Sea?
my conscience is strong,
and I can write a song
this one’s for my own therapy.
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10. |
Argentine Mornings
02:35
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There’s a fatty glow
on the patio
and your little toe
in a sandal
near the beach
within reach
a seashell
Oh, madamoiselle -
won’t you tell me what you want,
and where you want to go?
there’s a golden grape
on the landscape
I’ve been workin’ there
left the door agape
come in any time
feel the sun shine
share a squeeze with me
in the breeze, baby --
won’t you tell me what you need,
and where you want to be?
Oh, Argentine Mornings…
get a breathe of air
or a sip of sea
if you even dare
swim away with me
to a hideaway
in a shallow bay
there’s no strings involved,
leave your history
what you’ve always wanted to
but could never say…
Oh, Argentine Mornings…
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Luke Sweeney San Francisco, California
A bicycle crash left a young Sweeney with his jaw wired shut for six weeks, and in recovering, his sustenance was on a guitar. What was he chasing?
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