1. |
Take it on the Road
02:54
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Take it on the Road
I can see our future
I don't need a crystal ball
I see it scribbled on the wall
I can predict we'll have it all for ourselves
Time's gonna tell us to go.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
We'd be happy just to wander
find some open spaces
Smiles stretched across our faces
Our eyes reflecting all the places we've seen
as rivers of trees fill the window.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Don't let those butterflies of doubt
stampede our great intent
I know you get it.
When dawn is cracking like an egg
I can't believe that there'd be any limit.
It's all right here before us
Who needs American dreams?
They're never all that they seem
Let's find a mountain and scream til it hurts
pray for what it's worth
You never know.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
Let's take it on the road.
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2. |
Gotta Get Up
03:16
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Gotta Get Up
Four hundred fifty miles of hard Nebraska dirt
Where the earth and sky embrace and the clouds do all the work.
I'm running to the mountains, gonna hide out in the hills.
I'm sick of politicians and the walls their lies have built.
I miss those Sunday mornings of my early childhood.
Where we learned to love each other and charity was good.
Now they're preaching fear and hate, 'cause love won't fill the seats.
So I'm looking for salvation above ten thousand feet.
Gotta get up - above the crowd.
It's wild and it's savage, I'm not taking any chances.
Gotta get up - before I drown.
Gotta get up 'cause I feel it coming down.
It feels like there's a reckoning brewing in the clouds.
If forty days of rain should come, we'll all need higher ground.
Don't look for me in Kansas, don't look in Tennessee.
I'll be in the Rocky Mountains, praying on my knees.
Gotta get up - above the crowd.
It's wild and it's savage, I'm not taking any chances.
Gotta get up - before I drown.
Gotta get up 'cause I feel it coming down.
I was naive to think that bigotry was frozen in the past.
A display in some museum, safe behind the glass.
But it's alive and it is strong, and it's marching in the streets.
How can we tell our children, now it's theirs....now it's theirs to defeat?
Gotta get up - above the crowd.
It's wild and it's savage, I'm not taking any chances.
Gotta get up - before I drown.
Gotta get up 'cause I feel it coming down.
Gotta get up - above the crowd.
It's wild and it's savage, I'm not taking any chances.
Gotta get up - before I drown.
Gotta get up 'cause I feel it coming down.
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3. |
Kite Song
03:43
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Kite Song
Do you remember it was Tuesday
When I found you in that cafe?
Cha Cha music playing from the vinyl spinning 'round.
You were sipping on espresso
Like a bitter manifesto
Talking to yourself and furrowing your brow
Now, now, now.
I'd be lost without you baby,
A kite without a string
I'd be lost without you baby,
Just hangin' in the wind
I'd be lost without you honey,
But surely you can see
You'd be lost without me
It was a clumsy introduction
Asked you how you liked your muffin
You rolled your eyes and shifted in your chair.
The Cha Cha kept on playin'
I forget what you were sayin'
I was distracted by the colour of your hair
You didn't care.
I'd be lost without you baby,
A kite without a string
I'd be lost without you baby,
Just hangin' in the wind
I'd be lost without you honey,
But surely you can see
You'd be lost without me.
We're tangled and we're twisted
Braided like a rope left over right.
It's a healthy co-dependence
It'll never break, never come untied.
Does this sound at all familiar?
Did I paint a pretty picture?
I made it rhyme, that should be enough
I won't push my luck.
I'd be lost without you baby,
A kite without a string
I'd be lost without you baby,
Just hangin' in the wind
I'd be lost without you honey,
But surely you can see
You'd be lost without me.
I'd be lost without you baby,
A kite without a string
I'd be lost without you baby,
Just hangin' in the wind
I'd be lost without you honey,
But surely you can see
You'd be lost without me
You'd be lost without me
You'd be lost without me.
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4. |
Take On Me
02:48
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Take on Me
We're talking away
I don't know what
I'm to say I'll say it anyway
Today's another day to find you
Shying away
I'll be coming for your love, okay?
Take on me
Take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
So needless to say
I'm odds and ends
I'll be stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry
Take on me
Take me on
I'll be gone
In a day or two
Oh the things that you say
Is it live or
Just to play my worries away
You're all the things I've got to remember
You're shying away
I'll be coming for you anyway
Take on me
Take me on
I'll be gone
In a day
I'll be gone
In a day
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5. |
You Don't Know Anything
03:14
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You Don't Know Anything –
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know anything.
We drank cold coffee in a hotel lobby, long into the night.
Excuses stale and dry, crumbled from his mouth.
There was no debate to manipulate, I just stared him in the eye.
Whispers turned to cries, everybody heard him shout.
He said, "You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know anything.
You're upset and easily confused."
He said, "You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know anything. Give it up, you're always gonna lose."
Shy smile, sweet as pie. That's the man I met.
A halo 'round his head, pouring out the charm.
But his heart was wicked and his words were twisted, spinning his abuse.
No cover for the truth, or the bruises on my arms.
He said, "You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know anything.
You're upset and easily confused."
He said, "You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know anything. Give it up, you're always gonna lose."
What he didn't care to know is there's iron buried in my bones.
The salt collected in my tears is made of courage, not of fear.
I sat deflated, he escalated, talking with his hands.
He took a fighter's stance as the bell began the round.
I stood up tall and like a wrecking ball, delivered him a blow, said he could cut the show.
I had him figured out, now stay there on the ground.
I said, "You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know anything.
You're upset and easily confused."
I said, "You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know anything. Give it up, you're always gonna lose."
I said, "You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know anything."
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6. |
Everybody's Hurtin'
03:49
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Everybody's Hurtin'
I'm in the kitchen way too late
The budget numbers won't behave
Water dripping from the tap
I miss the things I've never had
I lay awake, my fingers tightly crossed
Watching shadows on the wall and feeling lost
Everybody's hurtin' just like me
Stacks of broken records that ramble and repeat
We're waltzin' with our worries and spinnin' in our sleep
Everybody's hurtin' just like me
Don't you agree?
The city bus is coughing smoke
I find a seat and sit alone
A broken man invades my space
I question every choice I've made
Her smells like leather, fidgets with his tie
I recognize the red around his eyes
Everybody's hurtin' just like me
Stacks of broken records that ramble and repeat
We're waltzin' with our worries and spinnin' in our sleep
Everybody's hurtin' just like me
Don't you agree?
It's hard to see each other with our heads below the water
It's harder still remembering to breath
Everybody's hurtin' just like me
Stacks of broken records that ramble and repeat
We're waltzin' with our worries and spinnin' in our sleep
Everybody's hurtin' just like me
Don't you agree? x 5
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7. |
Canary in a Coal Mine
02:41
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Canary in a Coal Mine
Canary in a coal mine trying to get by
flappin' my wings and toeing the line
Singing for nickles, Scratching for dimes
Canary in a coal mine
Traffic beats, pumping through the streets of the city
Another day of work another day of looking busy
Run the stairs, fix my hair, stop and take a breath
Man I need a rest
Ten fifteen I mix a drink of wiskey in the closet
I used to kind of care but I guess I kind of lost it
Shirt and tie it's all a lie I'd rather wear a noose
Someone better cut me loose
Canary in a coal mine trying to get by
flappin' my wings and toeing the line
Singing for nickles, Scratching for dimes
Canary in a coal mine
Always thought when I got to forty I would prosper
Still I've gotta flip the couch just to find a dollar
Make a little, spend a little, never get ahead
It's just like Momma said
Canary in a coal mine trying to get by
flappin' my wings and toeing the line
Singing for nickles, Scratching for dimes
Canary in a coal mine
Canary in a coal mine trying to get by
flappin' my wings and toeing the line
Singing for nickles, Scratching for dimes
Canary in a coal mine
Canary in a coal mine
Canary in a coal mine
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8. |
Algorithm
03:38
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Algorithm
I'm spinning on the head of a pin
Dizzy from the chatter that's been scattered on the wind
It's the age of innovation, no time for rumination
Just open up the door and let it in
I watched it like the comin' of a storm
At first the distant thunder, the rain began to pour
It's a torrent of information, some fact some speculation
It's too much for my intellect to sort
Just tell me what it is and what it's for
I need an Algorithm that's east to believe
Answer all my questions and lift me from my knees
I need a new equation to organize the stars
I need an Algorithm to calculate my heart
Everyday I know a little less
I'm kneeling in the darkness with nothing to confess
Forget the destination, just point to revelation
Define the terms and outline my success
Exhausted I will gladly acquiesce
I need an Algorithm that's east to believe
Answer all my questions and lift me from my knees
I need a new equation to organize the stars
I need an Algorithm to calculate my heart
I don't care where I end up
I just need to get unstuck, to get unstuck, to get unstuck
This fevers got me wandering around
There's no rest for the weary on this wicked side of town
I'm shaking with frustration, It's a manic exhaltation
So pick me up before it breaks me down
Pick me up before it breaks me down
I need an Algorithm that's east to believe
Answer all my questions and lift me from my knees
I need a new equation to organize the stars
I need an Algorithm to calculate my heart
To calculate my heart x4
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9. |
I'll Keep the Frame
03:45
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I'll Keep the Frame
Hand on the Bible, I swear that we're done.
It's taken a while, but it's finally come.
My clothes, they are sorted on the end of the bed.
On the wall hangs a picture, of the day we first met.
You keep the picture and I'll keep the frame.
Now that it's over our faces look strange.
That moment we captured has started to fade.
So you keep the picture, and I'll keep the frame.
A fair-weather romance, flimsy and cheap.
Disposable gestures piled in a heap.
It was grand while it lasted, we had it all.
But a house built on sand is just waiting to fall.
You keep the picture and I'll keep the frame.
Now that it's over our faces look strange.
That moment we captured has started to fade.
So you keep the picture, and I'll keep the frame.
We never figured out what mattered in the end.
There's no second chances, there's nothing to mend.
Curled at the edges and over exposed.
I can't build a future with ghosts.
You keep the picture and I'll keep the frame.
Now that it's over our faces look strange.
That moment we captured has started to fade.
So you keep the picture, and I'll keep the frame.
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10. |
Ophelia
02:51
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Ophelia
Boards on the window
Mail by the door
What would anybody leave so quickly for
Ophelia, where have you gone
The old neighbourhood
Just ain't the same
Nobody knows just what became
of Ophelia, what went wrong
Was it something somebody said
Mamma you know we broke the rule
Was somebody up against the law
Honey you know I'd die for you
Ashes of laughter
The ghost is clear
Why do the best things always disappear?
Like Ophelia, please darken my door
Was it something somebody said
Mamma you know we broke the rule
Was somebody up against the law
Honey you know I'd die for you
They got your number
Scared and running
I'm still waiting for the second coming
of Ophelia, come back home
Ophelia, come back home
Ophelia, come back home
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11. |
Sun Moon Stars and Rain
03:11
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Sun Moon Stars and Rain
In a little town without a name
Day after day begins the same
Heavy bells clang inside the steeple
Women and their evermores
Rattle bones across the floor
Breaking bread and staring at the table
No one ever comes, No one ever goes
No one knows of nothing but their own
Beneath the sun, moon, stars and rain
Day and night never change
Hour, minute bud and leaf repeating
Beneath the sun moon stars and rain
Nothing new, nothing strange
No one ever thought to look for meaning
Beneath the sun moon stars and rain
Children leave their early days
Cut their hair and learn to pray
Walk in lines and curse the bells for ringing
Summer wrinkles into fall
They love their neighbours not at all
Harvesting the silence of the evenings
No one needs to worry, No one needs to lie
No one ever looks you in the eye
Beneath the sun, moon, stars and rain
Day and night never change
Hour, minute bud and leaf repeating
Beneath the sun moon stars and rain
Nothing new, nothing strange
No one ever thought to look for meaning
Beneath the sun moon stars and rain
Anyone day that anyone died
No flowers were laid by nobody's side
Shovels cut the dirt and turn the soil
He and She would never speak
of Them or They or never bees
They hold their grief and watch the sunset spoil
No one needs to hurry, No one needs to wait
Everybody's marching with their faith
Beneath the sun, moon, stars and rain
Day and night never change
Hour, minute bud and leaf repeating
Beneath the sun moon stars and rain
Nothing new, nothing strange
No one ever thought to look for meaning
Beneath the sun, moon, stars and rain
Day and night never change
Hour, minute bud and leaf repeating
Beneath the sun moon stars and rain
Nothing new, nothing strange
No one ever thought to look for meaning
Beneath the sun moon stars and rain
Beneath the sun moon stars and rain
Beneath the sun moon stars and rain
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12. |
Nothin Left
02:34
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Nothing Left
Hard as brick as long as I remember
That's how I used to stand up to the breeze
Built it high and wide, No one could see
There's nothing left of me
There was something in the way her voice would echo
Found a crack that I had never seen
Crumbled my foundation like a gentle dream
There's nothing left of me
No voice to speak, no hands to build
No reason to stop drinking when I've had my fill
There's no beauty in a life without eyes to see
There's nothing left of me
I wrapped myself around her smallest finger
She consumed me with a sympathetic ease
Never had a taste for longevity
There's nothing left of me
All that brick, it never really mattered
No more than a pile of debris
It would be a mercy to sweep it clean
There's nothing left of me
No voice to speak, no hands to build
No reason to stop drinking when I've had my fill
There's no beauty in a life without eyes to see
There's nothing left...
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