1. |
Exodus
02:06
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I feel the bridge
beneath my tires
it raises me up
over and out
Im chasing morning
thunder clouds West
Im pushing off this island
It's an exodus
fixing to leave upon
the first full moon's
high tide
Its an exodus
let the water wash away
my tire lines
I see the morning
fog roll off
the road side as my
car races through
I'm feeling three
generation's Ghosts
pulling me back
but Im pushing off this island
It's an exodus
fixing to leave upon
the first full moon's
high tide
Its an exodus
let the water wash away
my tire lines
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2. |
Ride My Wave
02:11
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You've been with me
take these keys
to the good life
you've been with me
take this house
atop the hill
come ride my wave
come ride my wave
you'll get yours if i get mine
you'll see
come ride my wave
you've been against me
take these chains
and tie them off
you've been against me
you and yours
i'm gonna flush you out
you should've rode my wave
you should've rode my wave
I got mine, and what do you got?
you aint got shit
you should've rode my wave
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3. |
Open Space
04:38
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We've been crawling lately
We've been stalling out
maybe we should pack the truck up one more time
take the kid to western lines
where we once roamed before
in love
maybe time... and open space
can help us get our hands around
the harder days
maybe time is all it takes
We can outrun anything
in open space
We've been missing payments
work's been drying up
maybe we should pack this house up one last time
make that move to Western lines
where we once roamed before
in love
maybe time... and open space
can help us get our hands around
the harder days
maybe time is all it takes
We can outrun anything
in open space
We've been freezing up here
the salty, frozen winds, they wear us down
maybe we should dry our bones out in the sand
some barren dessert land
where we once roamed before
in love
maybe time... and open space
can help us get our hands around
the harder days
maybe time is all it takes
but we can outrun anything
in open space
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4. |
Bitter Ends
03:06
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to bitter ends, to bitter ends
she worked too hard to make a living
to bitter ends, to bitter ends
but by the sweetest means...
we've got one more sweetheart laid, beneath the fields
and another ice cold winter, on our heels.
we've got one more sweetheart laid, beneath the fields
and another ice cold winter, on our heels.
to bitter ends, to bitter ends
he walks in to find that cold, and windy grin
to bitter ends, to bitter ends
she ain't gone yet, but sure ain't living
we've got one more sweetheart laid, beneath the fields
and another ice cold winter, on our heels.
we've got one more sweetheart laid, beneath the fields
and another ice cold winter on our heels
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5. |
Rock to Gold
03:38
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I worked my back broke
you've been my nurse
we aint where we thought we'd be
but we're finally gone now
for ten long days
and I haven't slept in three
I've been counting numbers
I've been watching black turn red
I guess that's the way it sometimes goes
I've been trying
trying to turn this rock to gold
My father told me
that hard work would pay
just sometimes it wont pay rent
it took me some time
a few bellies up
but I finally learned what he meant
I'm tired of stretching number
I'm tired of watching black turn red
that aint the way it's gonna end
Gonna keep on trying
trying to turn this rock to gold
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6. |
You're Not, I'm Not
02:31
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You're not laughing, I'm not laughing anymore
You're not smiling, I'm not smiling anymore
You're not trying , I'm not trying anymore
We've been quiet, we aint been quiet before
Such a long way down...Love's a long, hard fall
You're not cooking, I'm not cleaning anyway
You're not kissing, I'm not hugging Anyway
You've been living, I've been living separate days
You've been drifting, I've been pushing you away
Love's a long, hard fall... such a long way down
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7. |
You'll Come Back
03:34
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these creaky floor boards
they could use some creaking
cause you aint rustling round no more
and me, I barely move
all your reasons
got me sitting, by the seasons
and nothing's gonna change round here
but the weather outside
that's a shame
cause that's all I wanted
that's a shame
cause it's all you ever knew
your aspiration
is a permanent vacation
from a lifetime of
consistant love
but what can you do
you'll come back to me
you'll come back to me
one of these days you'll grow up
and you'll see the world like we do
you'll come back to me
You'll try living
the lies i've forgiven
and I'll just work my body down
till I can't hold my tools
or I'll sail forward
let tides roll toward
that pale lit promise on the shore
my warmth that never cools
That's the way
that it's gonna be now
you should know,
you made me find somebody new
you're still drowning
in the wake of your decisions, baby
and I sure empathize
but what can I do
You came back to me
you came back to me
you finally grew up
and seen the world like we do
you came back to me
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8. |
Pillow Talk
03:19
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Be clam and sleep
these final hours
we'll prepare
the chapel flowers
arranged to hoard
the somber kin
lined chest to back
from outside, in
you suffered plenty
take this time for you girl...
cry if you want to
you suffered endlessly
take this time for you girl...
pray if you need to
relax on high
while palms embrace
we'll don our garbs
of blacks, of grays
to truly wear our
hearts on sleeves
we must be formal
while we grieve
you suffered plenty
take this time for you girl...
sleep if you want to
you suffered endlessly
take this time for you girl...
sleep if you have to
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9. |
Ours
03:18
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wasted time
wasted life
that's what she see
when she looks in
cigarette and slo-gin sighs
compliment
her broken eyes
I wish I could have
been the man you needed
when she...
I wish I could have
been the man you needed
when she...
This life was ours to make
I doubt you take time to think that
this life was ours to make
this life was ours
I can't forget
the nights we spent
ripped apart
upon each other
deeply steeped
in loving trust
of adolescent grief.
I wish I could have
been the man you needed
when she...
I wish I could have
been the man you needed
when she..
this life was ours to make
i doubt you take time to think that
this life was ours to make
this life was ours
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10. |
Holsters or Coasters
02:50
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11. |
Uncle Grover's Beast
05:53
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I work my days away
neglect my family
I work my days away
but "its ok," I tell my baby...
'cause we got our house by the sea
and they can't never take that away from me
I seen my wages dive
I seen my land tax rise
now Uncle Grover's crooked eyes...
"they got me sick," I tell my baby
but this house is yours and mine.
It'll be our kid's too, someday, when we die.
now I'm falling by the wayside
like a tumbleweed in heat
now i'm falling by the wayside
under Uncle Grover's Beast
May comes 'round
elections swing
I got Grover telling me...
"your tax, it aint enough."
He needs my vote, but I'm reluctant
as he stares those vacant eyes
its something about the way
he looks over my head upon a lie
now I'm falling by the wayside
like a tumbleweed in heat
now I'm falling by the wayside
under Uncle Grover's Beast
drove to work today
got docked an hour's pay
drove to work but I was late
'cause I got cops
pulling me over
telling me I'm voting wrong...
that Uncle Grover's was the only side all along
now I'm falling by the wayside
like a tumbleweed in heat
now I'm falling by the wayside
under Uncle Grover's beast
Never liked my mailman much
he brings me bills and such
just might die today...
his note says I can't stay
cause Uncle Grover's raising rent...
my seaside home will have to be
a seaside tent
now I'm falling by the wayside
like a tumbleweed in heat
now I'm falling by the wayside
under Uncle Grover's beast
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12. |
Boardwalk Winter
06:00
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13. |
Rumor Mill
02:22
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Rumor mill
speak up and take your turn
make assumptions of your neighbor
spread out and watch them burn
Rumor mill... another victim up
Rumor mill... another victim down
Rumor mill
ideas never die
they scatter just like seeds in wind
and root right where they lie
Rumor mill... another victim up
Rumor mill... another victim down
Eyes don't lie... your's are looking down
Eyes don't lie... mine rise to meet you
mine rise to meet you... you're looking down at the floor
my eyes rise to meet you... your's are down upon the floor
my eyes rise to meet you... you're looking at the floor
my eyes rise to meet you... you're looking down
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14. |
Labor Day Kind of Love
05:26
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15. |
Looking Down
03:24
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16. |
Native Son
03:41
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born sweet and pure.. given love
dote strong upon this native son
who knows, who knows, who knows,
lives life by fire... raging on
scorched thoughts inspire burning tones
who knows how far he's been
apart from everyone
who knows how far he's been
apart from everything
now he's coming home
he's coming home... to roost
big fish, small pond... all his life
don't mock, don't step, or fear daddy's strike
he knows how far he's been
apart from everything
He knows how far he is
apart from everything
he's coming home
he's coming home... to roost
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17. |
Leaving Home
03:14
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18. |
El Dorado
02:36
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19. |
Sun-Up/Sun-Down Blues
06:30
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Brandon Cooper Wildwood, New Jersey
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