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Across The Atlantic
05:20
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I was born with a hole in my head, so they tell me
Like five vs six really makes a difference at all
I was born with flippers instead of fingers
Poor little thing, they said he's never gonna learn how to crawl
I was baptized in the freezing, heaving ocean
The priest said a prayer for my innocent infant soul
The waves whisked me away to where the whales wander
They said hey little man, we really dig your hole
Across the Atlantic, Pacific, Antarctic
The waves are romantic, prolific, cathartic
Across the expanses they lead us in dances
And the dolphins chatter na na na-na
I was raised on seafood you can't see
They don't know how but I grew to be big as a yacht
I outpace my brother's boats as they stray from the coast
Cuz I was born to sail, they were only taught
Bright blue water, hold me between boundlessness of sea and sky
Listen mother over miles I send this song to say goodbye
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2. |
Flying Solo
05:45
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Hey! What’s your name? I’m new in town
I heard this is the spot where I can gain renown
But every avenue becomes a cul de sac
On these streets I need someone who’s got my back
Baby I’ve been flying solo
Baby I’ve been flying so low
Baby I’ve been flying so low for so long
Hey! What’s it take to catch someone’s eye?
Do you have a trick on which I can rely?
I got a beat in my head that I can’t shake
And if I can’t share it soon I think I’m gonna break
Baby I’ve been flying solo
baby I’ve been flying so low
Baby I can’t take it no mo’
I want my piece of the sky
All I need to get on stage
Is three or four friends to lend a hand
Bass keep me in line, drums get me there on time
All I really need is a band
Someone who can play piano would be key
Come one set me on fire like Jerry Lee
All I need to sell this song
Is eight or nine friends to lend a hand
Spice it up with dueling axes, trumpets, trombones and saxes
All I really need is a band
I don’t need your love, I don’t need your money
But I need you to clap when you come to the show
If you believe in magic, then show it honey
And we’ll have a laugh when this is playing on the radio
All I need to make it big
Is two dozen friends to lend a hand
The choir keeps me on pitch, the strings are gonna make me rich
All I really need is a band
All I really need is a band
All I really need is a band
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3. |
The Miracle
04:16
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I'd run the numbers and the numbers don't lie
All the evidence is anecdotal
They gave me no cause to be hopeful
I'd asked the tea leaves and the stars in the sky
I sought guidance in the works of troubadours
For how two souls can be attuned
But I needed more than metaphors
And I can't wait for a blue moon
Just as I'd declared the task absurd
I had to swallow every word
Because you made a joke of my despondency
You see... you see... the miracle in me
And I have found a miracle in you
Open up yourself to the possibilities
No chance at all is not the same as few
The river had dried up in the canyon
This time of year there's usually waterfalls
Everyone felt they'd been abandoned
And they sit around staring at canyon walls
Well I was weak but I couldn't waste away
I turned attention to the heights
I couldn't sit around and pray
I thought at least I'd see the sights
Just as I was gasping in thin air
When through the trees I saw you there
Wading in the bluest lake there'll ever be
Oh My... fire was all but quenched
And I.. had no fuel to burn
The night... seemed like an endless stretch
But I... know... you will keep me til the morn
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4. |
Work All Night
05:24
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We’re your watchdogs
We’re your angels
You leave your mess and
We clear the tables
In silent streets
I’m all alone
Joe Walsh blaring
In my headphones and I…
I do a little strut through empty corridors
Because there’s no one else in sight
The city sleeps and I’m living its dream
Cuz they pay me to work all night
Work all night!
Work all night!
As we arrive
We see you leaving
We try to show there’s no hard feelings
We’re glad to be here
Even if we have to work all night
We do the same jobs
For extra bills
We spend the surplus sleeping pills
We’re catching up
But we’re gonna have to work all night
While you’re resting
We’re taking pains
To lay the tar and repaint the lanes
Maybe you’ll notice
Our work in the morning light
And all the haggard
Stumbling home
Whether you’re drunk or lost or stoned
We got your back
And we’re here to drive all night
Roast for breakfast
Eggs for supper
And half an hour to show my girl I love her
It’s just enough
To start the day off right
So pack your pity
Back in your hats
I’ll take it easy while you race the rats
And collect my share
Of the city when you leave tonight
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5. |
Cassandra
04:49
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It's a good day, thank the powers that be
For what they've given me and you, my dear
Let's not delay, as Dionysus says
And enjoy the present while it's here
Could you stop tug, tugging my sleeve
And murmuring misgivings?
I know it's quite naive
The way I'm living
Whoa-oa-oh Cassandra
I don't care if you're right
Leave my dreams be tonight
Whoa-oa-oh Cassandra
You're sapping all my spirit
I don't want to hear it
Anymore
It's a good day for laying about
with the roustabouts and the ne'er-do-wells
No we can't pay to be pampered guests
We just make the best of the cheap motels
I take the time to return your calls
From the front desk phone
You say I should have four walls
Of my own
I'm pursuing a path of catastrophe
And you're the only advisor to disagree
All my other judges are absentee
Or turned into bystanders
If I gave more credence to your objections
And managed to make a course correction
I bet you'd still find imperfections
My greatest reprimander
Whoa-oa-oh..
It's a good day for new beginnings
There may be no winnings that I can hold
I'd rather play another thousand hands
Then make demands for what I'm owed
I can't say when we'll meet again
The future's much too blurry
I'll send a postcard now and then
So please don't worry
Whoa-oa-oh Cassandra
If the future's prearranged
You should've known I'd fight the change
Whoa-oa-oh Cassandra
You've got to tell me true
Do your visions show me and you
together?
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6. |
Am I Dreaming Yet
06:22
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It takes three whole days to fly around the world
And only two for delusions to set in
The stars had just figured out their structure
When the sun came back to break them up again
I couldn’t sleep but closed my eyes
and hoped that I’d lose track of time
I drew your face forth in my mind
And it almost felt like
dreeeeeaaaming
it almost felt like
dreeeeeaaaming
but I couldn’t sleep
Climate control, opaque blinds and whiskey
With painted constellations do their best
To convince me I am home, ironically I know
At home I don’t need any of that to rest
I’m dreaming through the day and my reality’s at night
Because I left my thoughts half a world distant
The cabin starts to sway and rock me like a kite
I’d give anything just to feel consistent again
I couldn’t sleep but closed my eyes
and hoped that I’d lose track of time
I drew your face forth in my mind
And it almost felt like
I stood upon an endless sea
With lights arising from beneath
A city wavered in the deep
And it almost felt like
I had a chain wrapped ‘round my waist
But the anchor ‘d been misplaced
Somersaulting into space
Well it almost felt like
Words lost the worth they were assigned
They fell apart and intertwined
I held your face fast in my mind
And it almost felt like
Dreeeaaaming, yeah it almost felt like
Dreeeaaaming, tell me am I
Dreeeaaaming, tell me am I
Dreeeaaaming, dreaming yet
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7. |
This One
03:25
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I see you're busy
Binders overflowing
You'd take a trip but
there's too many places worth going
Your head's been filled with
Opinionated voices
it's gotta feel like
You'll never reach the end of the choices
Well here's one more for you
But this one should be easy!
Cuz I'll be all you need
yeah this one should be easy!
Satisfaction guaranteed
you gotta lotta decisions to make
and sometimes revisions keep you awake
But this one's a real no brainer
just say yes now we'll work the rest out later
You like to look ahead
plans in gestation
when you start to build
you can use me as your foundation
new car in april
new job in may
it's gotta feel like
there's more change in your life every day
well here's one more for you
I've been waiting I've been waiting a long time,
for the right time, oh I've been waiting
It's been weighing it's been weighing on my poor mind,
but in my mind, there's been no debating
I know that this just beginning
One push will set the wheels spinning
There'll be a million things to do
But hell this one was easy!
Cuz you are all I need
yeah this one was easy!
Now we are agreed
We gotta lotta decisions to make
But no divisions will see us break
This one was a real no-brainer
Just say yes now we'll work the rest out later
Just say yes now we'll work the rest out later
Just say yes now we'll work the rest out
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8. |
Electric Guitars
05:05
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The records were piled in the corner
And the clothes were left on the bed
All that was missing was her brother and his bomber
And a note she'd have to write in his stead
Explaining the silence and the tantrums
But most all why he had gone
And turned a deaf ear to the love and the wisdom
Of every protest song
Oh, if fortune had mercy
It would have given him time to learn
He was a young man; a dumb man, but a good man at heart
Wasted like a coin in a well
Now no wishes, and no riches, will heal the scars
No wonder your mother don't care for electric guitars
Into her tumbleweed life
Came a Fender and a crooked smile
And a boy who would play her a song every day in
A wild, untethered style
And the scene drew them to the city
Where he got his first taste of the lights
As well as the pace and the base and the rush
And the angels with their stardust so bright
So when she begs you to stop
Cuz it's driving her out of her mind
Don't blame the folks that are always there
Blame the others that left them behind
Remember, when she's praying for mercy
It's just for you, and not all mankind
Cuz you're a young man, a dumb man, but a good man at heart
And she's the only one wishing you well
So don't hate her, don't bait her, don't dig at the scars
No wonder your mother don't care for electric guitars
No wonder your mother don't care for electric guitars
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Grandma’s house is kept cool in the summer
With some form of sorcery
She says it works, and sometimes it does
But just how is a mystery
She’s gotta brand new air conditioner
Still in the box down in the cellar
Don’t you know life could be so much easier
She never listens to what I try to tell her
Oh, oh, oh, oh, I said you gotta move on, gotta move move on
Oh, oh, oh, oh, You gotta get with the times so you gotta move on
If the past is a foreign country
The future must be one too
And they won’t need what we’ve got
They won’t care what we’ve learned to do
But we don’t need them either!
Why rush into something new?
We could save this moment in amber
Cuz it’s working for me and you
Maybe I’m scared to see
What it means to be
Dependent on someone else’s promise
To solve my problems for me
So you can take this back
It was never unwrapped
Give it to the world that needs it
To keep its ambitions on track
If the past is a foreign country
The future must be one too
And they won’t need what we’ve got
They won’t care what we’ve learned to do
But we don’t need them either!
We’ll keep on making do
Doing it the way we always have
Cuz it’s working, it’s working, it’s working, for me and you
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it’s working, it’s working
Oh, oh, oh, oh, it’s working for me and you
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10. |
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I've got a brand new computer
Yes ma'am the future's here
Forget all of your training
Throw out last season's gear
This deal is gonna change your life
Come see a new slice of heaven
It's yours for trivial rent
I want to see you established
In my establishment
This place is gonna change your life
He's always ready to say "I know what you need"
He's always got a new and improved plan
Expand your horizon until you've set your eyes on
This whole damn world and you're back where you began
Tune it to the new perspective
You'll see that you've been blind
Your friends have all made the leap
Into a new state of mind
This book is gonna change your life
Act now, look to tomorrow
We can reserve you a seat
On the ship that we're sailing
Destined for easy street
This group is gonna change your life
He's always ready to say "I know what you need"
He's always got a new and improved plan
Expand your horizon until you've set your eyes on
This whole damn world and you're back where you began
But I feel good! I feel great! Yes it's hard to overrate
My satisfaction, so keep on traveling salesman
I hope that you can find a contentment just like mine
when you've cured enough folks of their ailments
So keep rambling, and battling traveling salesman
There's always another source of greed
Maybe the prized one lies beyond the horizon
Leave us in peace, and go find what you need
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The Bargains Boston, Massachusetts
Just 3 guys from Boston who like to make music in their basement.
Neil Dowgun - Guitar, Vocals
Joe Johnson - Cello, Vocals
Matt Hofmann - Keyboard, Bass
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