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My Home
03:43
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My lady, I’ll be bringing
All my cents
Along with me
When I go
On the train with a rose
Sweet-lemon soul
I’ll meet you in Manhattan streets
The lines that sag below my eyes
Are a history only you realize
You’re my little pilgrim
From another place to be
Don’t you know I’ll rendezvous with you
Across the largest sea
You’ve convinced me I will
Make you my home
A new kiss, soft as jazz, hard as stone
In my lover’s hold
Where the spirits can let us atone
The toffee skin around your eyes
Is a story only I will realize
You’re my little pilgrim
From a distant memory
You’ve convinced me I will
Make you my home
So never be afraid
Of the changing winds that roam
(One moment, you sit in my car
And then I have to watch you go)
Take me home… take me home
You’re my little pilgrim
From another place to be
Don’t you know I’ll rendezvous with you
Across the largest sea
You’ve convinced me I will
Make you my home
My lady
I’ll be bringing all my cents
Along with me
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2. |
Daughter of the Wind
04:42
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She has no one
Who tells her so
Where, when and why to let go
Like her cigarette smoke
Drifting into the night, she drifts
Up into the moonlight
And no one may direct her flight
Got on a train to the
Good feeling you once knew when
She brought you into her room
Brought you into the sheets of her bed
Though you will give her your grace
Don’t expect her bowing praise
She doesn’t see you as defaced
She sees you as the hands she’s embraced
How much love before she turns around?
How many changes 'til the gale calms down?
How many storms because you were too proud?
How much time will she give you?
Kiss you
The daughter of the wind
Don’t abolish the power of the
Passion she’s procured me
She can take me and carve me out
In little stars to garnish the sun
Sister of another breath
I’ve had no other precedent
Her sentiments leave me abraded
My I-don’t-knows can drive her crazy
How much time can I keep her safe
Until she drifts among the winds again?
How many words will I wish I’d said?
How much time will she give me?
Kiss me
The daughter of the wind
Daughter of the wind, I’m fine
Daughter of the wind, I need you in my life
Don’t turn around
Don’t blow away into the wind
As others did
How much time can I keep her safe
Until she drifts among the winds again?
How many words will I wish I’d said?
How much time will she give me?
Kiss me
The daughter of the wind
She'll give you fire
To nurse your bones
A beauty that fuels your hormones
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3. |
Big Eyes
04:26
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Why do I value my failures
More than my successes?
I see you at the bar stool
In a ball cap, in your messes
And you don’t have to dress
However they tell you to
The atmosphere
When you’re in here
Let a drunken phrase
Slip into my ear
Honey, let’s shake off
The pretense of this hideaway
I will think of these
A thousand faces
Faces away
These big eyes
We can talk in platonic warmth
While we feel this out
But when your head’s over my shoulder
Making me sweat like fire’s hunger
Feeling this out
Brace yourself for a waterfall
Honey, let’s shake off
The pretense of this hideaway
I will think of these
A thousand faces
Faces away
These big eyes
When you’re feeling salty
Don’t let them tread you down
‘Cause even though it’s off the cuff
I’ll be frequently about
These big eyes
Brace yourself for a waterfall
Why do I value my failures
More than my successes?
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4. |
Adagio For Stings
04:03
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Teach me how to break the mold
of an elder man in a younger role.
“You’re better than this,”
you said, which I dismissed.
Foreshadowed is tomorrow’s sun,
which I delayed with cola and rum,
punch-drunk with shame.
I reached down and
touched the earth, where I had paid
homage to her pain. But I
used that pain for fame, thrust my
other friends away, took a
drag from her smoke. In the
fumes of it, I laid.
An adagio for stings,
a child prays for a friend on his knees.
Lo and behold, the
looking-glass bowl with the candlelit soul he
perceives.
Must have been an impuissant soul
on my birthday, 22 years old,
siphoned rashness into my veins,
Picture her there, hospital gowned,
eternally woken, tattered rufous crown,
head over heels.
Should I take the tonsure now that she’s
gone for good?
But I know what you would say, “thieve
just without the take. Take those
idols off your wall; they only
decorate your shame.”
A sad scene bleeds true, when she
pushes me away, it pushes me from you.
Maybe that’s why decent men lose?
So before I lie,
see if she took someone strange tonight. She was
born to be brave, and I
was born to remain with
an indebted hearts that behaves.
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5. |
Road Narrows
03:37
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Signs that say the road, it narrows
Driving to my girlfriend's place
Guess that life it has a way of
Narrowing the paths we take
Crossing over Cuomo bridge and
Taking in the troposphere
Guess that we all cross a bridge
That saves us or confirms our fears
Suck the marrow out of life and
Burn a flag on the roadway
If you are a traveler,
I promise you a warm place to stay
Signs that say the road, it narrows
Thought I had more choices in life
But I found as you work more
the deeper into you goes the knife
I will find a way to you love
Even if the bridge falls down
In the end, I hope I change
And don a new redemptive crown
I'm the champion
of my inhibitions
I'm a road runner
I'll leave my jurisdiction
For you
Signs that say the road, it narrows
Driving to our love's embrace
Guess that life it has a way of
Narrowing the paths we take
You're the champion
of your inhibitions
You're a road runner
Leave your jurisdiction
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