1. |
Out with the Dust
03:14
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I must admit I like what you’ve done
Cleaned the place up; kicked out all the bums
I’ll take some time admire the fresh paint
Brighter colors really make it look twice as big
I must admit it looks like some fun
creature comforts, distilled with some skill
You really turned this neighborhood around
Now everyone’s got some shiny new place to go
I am afraid to tell you this
but I suppose I must
When you're getting carried away
Don’t sweep me out with the dust
Plaid shorts and home values trend
Do not be fooled as homeboy has no chill
I must admit I like what you’ve done
Cleaned the place up
Kicked out all the bums
Kicked out all but one
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2. |
At the Mall
03:33
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bright lights big draw
hit me again
plastic palace
caesar turns
caustic chalice
no one learns
death spas deep massage
at the mall
bright lights big draw
I'll hold here
blood soaked billfold
empty beer
plastic palace
nothing's here
at the mall
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3. |
El Paso
04:21
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as i go traveling
there is a welling up
across the underworld
ceiling's unravelling
ghosts in the bars at night
and in my mind
i try to go to sleep
but i never sleep at night
I go down to the river
I go down to the sea
I remember what I heard
I remember what I see
I met you here before
and you met me well
young queen of broken hearts
drunk on the 14th floor
we shared a sip or two
sweat in the humid air
ghost of a lover when
i cant remember you
lay my head on the pillow
lay my head on the tracks
take my ghost lover waiting
take my ghost lover back
away from me
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4. |
Fire
03:47
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I hope you figure it out
Hope you get what it’s all about
As for me I never had a doubt
Oh no
To the last soldier left alive tonight
I hope you don't give up the fight
I hope that you don’t think I didn’t do you right
Oh no
Let your fire burn low
Let it sink in to the embers glow
Hide it somewhere nobody knows
To the over-tired strung out bunch
I hope you never lose your lunch
I hope it’s open bar and there’s no line for punch
Your dirty secret
I’ve known it all along
Your dirty secret
It always turns out wrong
Transport take me away
Last chance to make good on a no-count day
I had some time but then I pissed it all away
So long
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5. |
Look out for Daddy
01:21
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Click click clack look out there he goes
he knew you then and he'll let you know
look out for daddy
click click clack trying to jump that gap
between the gutter and a heap of trash
look out for daddy
Born to beg and forgive our debts
The streets aren’t fair lest we all forget
To look out for daddy
Look out for daddy
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6. |
Mashed Potatoes
01:21
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7. |
Cold Comfort
02:16
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Give my regards to the blonde in the jacket
She had a house of cards I had no business stacking
Is there any comfort here?
Where the Christmas lights are hanging
Is there any comfort here?
Cause I’m not rearranging
Take me back to the place
Rewind the tapes and erase
Give my regards to all those bummed out bastards
Kicking carlings back seeming without hazard
Never would have guessed
I’d just be another
There’s cold comfort here
There’s a bit more in another
Take me back to the place
Rewind the tapes and erase
Take your comfort where you can
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8. |
Look into My Eyes
03:24
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Look into my eyes
And tell what you see
When I look into your eyes
All I see is me
How can I carry this
when I already feel weak?
How can I carry this?
Look into my eyes
And tell me what to do.
When I look into your eyes
its only me and you.
How can I carry this?
I know my love is true.
How can I carry this?
My life’s already such a mess.
Look into my eyes,
And I’ll look into yours.
Look into my eyes.
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9. |
Never Run Away
04:17
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It’s been so long I can’t find the door
It’s been so long I forgot how
I’d never leave
I’d never run away
It’s been so long my breath grows short
It’s been so long you had me pegged
I can’t say no
I’ll never run away
Don’t do me wrong
It’s been so long
My eyes fall out
It’s been so long
My lips can’t move
I love you so
I’ll never run away
Don't do me wrong
Won’t you kiss me softly?
Won't you rip me open?
Won’t you love me tenderly?
Won’t you cut me deep so
Only you can save me?
Won’t you love me tenderly?
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10. |
Too Old
03:11
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Waking in a cold sweat in the arms of one you love
And you’re too old to be
In between a memory and a nightmare
looking for someone to touch or fight there
Rolling out of bed on a Sunday afternoon
And you’re too old to be
Stuck between a nightmare and a dream
Nothings as you feared or as it seems
A child like mind
That time forgot to tame
Upright and lame
I love you just the same
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11. |
As We Go Walking
04:08
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Into the cold night i go seeking
Drink from a cup they say is leaking
from the top down to the bottom
as we go walking out tonight
In moon’s light I see a vision
A town of cars nobody lives in
Across the real estate agent parkway
tin soldiers sing the national anthem
Say can you see the way we’re going?
Before the early light comes falling?
Over the ramparts that divide us?
Or wrapped in flags that couldn’t hide us?
Overdrawn and sinking under
While we live we have to wonder
And when we fight we fight together
As we go walking out tonight
The horses statues in their pasture
The morning hung with alabaster
As we walk by walking hand in hand
In the face of that which is demanding
In the cold night we go walking
And let the cold night do the talking
And let the cold night wake you up
As we go walking out tonight
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Bryan Sespico Colorado Springs, Colorado
It me!
Bummer jams/good times in CO.
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