1. |
Ain't It Good
01:40
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Where the trees grow tall
Where the brown leaves fall
Where the wind blows cold
That's where I'll take you
and ain't it good to live like this
Where the sand is hot
but the shade is not
Where the ocean's blue
That's where I'll take you
and ain't it good to live like this
All the high walled up places I gone to
Or the dark valley nights I wander throught
Companions I have found were cold and few
Cept maybe you
Where the cash is strapped
And the pavement's cracked
In the city cruel where I once met you
Ain't it good to live like this
Where the dress is blue
and the shoes are new
Where the night is young
And there's nothing we can't do
Ain't it good to live like this
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2. |
The Divide
02:00
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I'm thinking something you don't know
You'll have to watch my face to see if might show
And the same is true
I know nothing bout what you think about the things I do
I try to always act the same
So that the mood is right and I am not to blame
If the show just doesn't sell
But I'm sick of the scripts and I'd rather just be myself
I broke character today,
Cigarette between my lips to your dismay
The perfect image couldn't last
But they'll see my heart is good
Though everything little thing don't match
I'm thinking something you don't know
You'll have to watch my face to see if might show
I'd rather just be proud
Than keep waiting on the day
When I come back and join the crowd
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3. |
The Other Shore
01:56
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I'm rowing for the other shore
I'm rowing for the other shore
Repetition is a bore
Only leaves you wanting more
So I'm rowing for the other shore
I'm tending to my own backyard
I'm tending to my own backyard
This life can seem so hard
When your worries go to far
So I'm tending my to own backyard
He won't have to lead a single man
He won't have to lead a single man
If they question all their plans
See the power in their hands
Won't have to lead a single man
I'm rowing for the other shore
I'm rowing for the other shore
Repetition is a bore
Only leaves you wanting more
So I'm rowing for the other shore
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4. |
Hey Hey What's In Your
02:33
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Are we ready to be happy again
Lay back maybe listen to Donovan
Mired in a funk so deep
You wanted not to be awake
Nor did you want to go to sleep
It as a gentle breeze
Some king of soulful sneeze
That freed you sleepless from you bed
And then you finally said
Hey hey what's in your head
When you stand in the beat
And it envelops your seat
It can open your mind
And become such a treat
And when you open your mind
Don't be surprised what you find
Can be food for the soul
When you become a bit kind
Your soul it is fed
Like a weight made of lead
Your cares melt all around you
And exit your head
Well are you waiting for signs
Well the signs are all here
So you can wait for the face
Of it all to appear
and tell you
There I Are
and Here You Am
But then it's right back
To the business at hand
I said
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5. |
Flight 457
02:17
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Saw her at the check in line
Wide awake and looking rather fine
She turned and shot a glance
That broke her rather casual stance
Her passport showed her going home to France
Raven hair and broad sunglasses
Numbing stare and fascinating smile
To a far off dream, a European girl serene
Who made for me a rather chanceless chance
Now I've sat in many seats and lived through many journeys
But never have I sat beside a woman quite so burning
As to broadcast my own thumping heart
Make me wonder where to start
Make good of this fore we depart
Her pretty smile and dainty hand
Will never be seen again
In but one day I've made a friend
And as we both go around the bend
Lose that bond so quickly
Zip our coats so cold by wrote and leave
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6. |
Nothing Nothing
02:08
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Look deep inside of me
Tell me all the things you see
Nothing nothing
Long night crying on the telephone
Tell me all the things you know
Nothing nothing
Cause I want to see you want to be so wise
But you're just a little girl inside
Don't teach to me what you don't know
See my lying on the ground
Now show me all the peace you found
Nothing nothing
With a laundry list of small complaints
You want it now but you just can't wait
You get nothing nothing
Cause I want to see you want to be so wise
But you're just a little girl inside
Don't teach to me what you don't know
Don't you ever ask her why
She'll just to cry and crumble
To where her lonliness is found
Should've heard what she said
I would've rather stayed in bed
Than be the whipping boy
For all her broken toys
Cause I want to see you want to be so wise
But you're just a little girl inside
Don't teach to me what you don't know
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7. |
The Deal pt. 2
01:23
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Not the apple but it's flavor
Not the salty but it's savor
It's not the sight it's what you see
Why do you buy for what's got for free?
I'm not a beggar I have begged
I'm not a drunk but I've gone down to the dregs
It's who you are not what you've done
Why let that keep you on the run?
Not ending but it's journey
Not the diploma, what it learned me
It's all the things you figure out
Not what you cannot live without
Not the symbol but it's meaning
Not the people but what's in flesh appearing
Mixed up a menu for the meal
So much for trying to know the deal
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Music you've always known but never heard. Songwriter in New York City from Allentown, PA.
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