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Philadelphia Song
04:11
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I’m in harmony
I’m in time with the pulse of this city
Each step I take I feel the rhythm underneath me
Each time a wave of headlights washes over me
I’m reminded there’s no place I’d rather be
I spread my arms and I admire the shoreless sea
And I could swear the stars are winking back at me
We’ve occupied the streets
A thousand smiles and two thousand dancing feet
We’ve stopped traffic just to move to our own beat
We howl at the moon and wake her from her sleep
The past lies still, in cold abject defeat
And the moments yet to come, they'll taste so sweet
But tonight this is our memory to keep
All you need is a place to stand to lift the world off your back
And I’m standing, smiling on a soapbox here in Philadelphia
Can you hear me now my brother? For the whispering rains have passed
Our dreams have reached the silver screen, and they’ll premiere in Philadelphia
My voice is hoarse, my legs tremble and ache
I’ll sleep well and long into the coming day
For the worries of tomorrow can wait
I’ve thought about it for awhile
And I’ve decided I’m done thinking for awhile
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Something New to Burn
04:21
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The stars aren’t out tonight
They hide behind an orange glow
His only guides are the lonely towers,
That warn him not to fly too low
‘Cuz concrete shells give no directions
Beyond this land of broken glass
And he won’t find any signs of life
In the gravel by the railroad tracks
The gears will always grind
The wheels will always turn
And somewhere underneath the crumbling pavement
Is something new to burn
This was once the countryside
And he envisions something more
But blinking lights and these electric nights
Left it emptier than it was before
The gears will always grind
The wheels will always turn
But all of this will rust before your eyes
Without something new to burn
And in this spring that never came
Tired factories wheezing out smoke
How the hell is he to choose between
Standing still and going for broke?
The gears will always grind
The wheels will always turn
He’ll stumble into duly desperate times
And find something new to burn
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Not Quite Heaven
03:37
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Beneath the bluffs and the staggering peaks
Gather rainclouds so cold and bleak
Every summit is smothered in snow
But she lives in the valley below
She once answered the mountain’s call
Found a halfway home and she stalled
It’s not quite heaven
It’s not quite heaven
It’s not quite heaven, but you just can’t have it all
In a house with a busted screen door
Frozen mud tracked all over the floor
Now she speaks like the good times have passed
And what’s next? It surely won’t last
She was never in need of a dream
But did she ever really believe?
It’s not quite heaven
It’s not quite heaven
It’s not quite heaven, you never were that naive
Do the daydreamers die in this town,
Where they live with their heads in the clouds?
All that’s left are the weariest kind
Voices tired before their own time
So the young all yearn for better days
And the restless will settle to say
That it’s not quite heaven
It’s not quite heaven
It’s not quite heaven, and hell isn’t far away
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Empty Room
03:08
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At 1 o’clock PM today a man stepped on the stage
His voice was calm and perfectly attuned
His speech was full of wisdom, not a trace of desperate rage
And he boldly spoke in truths all afternoon
As if he was preaching to an empty room
Who knows if he believed
The words that left his mouth
They clearly gave him meaning at the time
Perhaps he came to dread
What he thought must be said
But silence would have hounded at his mind
He spoke of painful yesterdays as flawed but honest friends
And pointed toward tomorrows yet to bloom
He called upon the present to be a time to make amends
But in the end it seems he spoke too soon
For he was preaching to an empty room
They nod their heads too quickly
Their smiles are too wide
You know when they don’t really understand
But when they don’t even try
Don’t bother to ask why –
Well that’s what breaks and cripples any man
The room was simply silent, resoundingly austere
The theater and crowd were cloaked in gloom
Quietly he left the stage, guided by his fears
And now he questioned all he had assumed
As he disappeared into the empty room
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The Day I Came of Age
04:02
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How many rays of sunshine have danced through the state of Maine?
How many days of summer did I spend running through the rain,
Chasing after children with a furrowed brow and the sourest of moods?
And the tear stains on their faces traced the lines that mark my own
I tried so hard to tell them all the things I’ve come to know,
But when you’re just as lost and restless, then what the hell’s a boy supposed to do?
That was the day I came of age
Eyes wide with shock, fists clenched with rage
Forced out of my false Eden, without having heard a word of sage advice
Why must the dreams we forge at night dissolve in the daylight?
The dreams we forge at night dissolve in the daylight
A doe-eyed beauty walked across the room, all I could do was stare
She ruled it with an iron fist, lit it with her golden hair
And she left me all but speechless — robbed me of the words to make a sentence
And when they pulled me outside, oh how they were mistaken
From words misunderstood and from actions not yet taken
They had deemed me lost and reckless, and a plane ticket home was my repentance
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Life never walked on nimble feet
I’ve done my best to make ends meet
But they never do, they never do
Sometimes I wish the world would end today
It’s in the paper and on the news
The holy book leaves me confused
But when I stop and look around
I don’t see why the world won’t end today
These times can rob a man of hope
I lost my job, and I don’t know
What road I’m on
I used to sing along
No matter what the radio might play
I start to write my epitaph
Strangers share a nervous laugh
It seems too real, just a bit too real
The day goes by just like it should
But then again, I suppose it would
I try to think of what I’ve made
And I stop and pray the world won’t end today
I lost my way a while back
But now and then I smile at
The road behind
Rearview mirrors in my mind
No matter what the billboards have to say
I stagger out into the light
To race against the coming night
And she always wins, she always wins
But it’s nice to know the world won’t end today
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I never enjoyed the sound of a closing door
The second the lock clicked behind me I dove on the floor
And I clawed at the woodwork for a brief glance of anything
How much time passed me by before I even thought to concede
That, as hard as I’d tried, I knew I hadn’t changed a thing?
Who was I to judge her from the crack underneath the door?
Embarrassed and shamed I resolved not to lie there anymore
But then she sat against the door frame and she read aloud to me
And she twisted the words that we’d written to fit her needs
If we wrote this in pencil, we can erase every line
And censor each passage that brings old wounds to mind
But each torn out page will leave a jagged scar along our spines
And remind us that, in the end, we haven’t changed a thing
The good and the bad and the memories exploded in flames
The walls turned to ash but we sat there and fought for our names
Whatever we meant to write, it wasn’t meant to be
From authors to arsonists, from ink to kerosene
Locked up in the attic, we yearned and we burned to be free
And I still hear the echo of her voice from miles away
For all my misconceptions, its a price I’m willing to pay
But we can’t hope for tomorrow when we can’t agree on yesterday
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Common $ense
03:52
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Let’s think of something that’s really nothing at all
We’ll package and sell it to anyone who calls
The truth will be safely hidden behind the Wall
As they line up to give us all of their common cents
Let’s buy into the great games of today
On countries and countrymen we’ll make a play
There’s a chance that we may gamble our fortunes away
But for now we have no need for common sense
I’m popping the champagne,
My bonus just came through
And I don’t even know what I’m paid to do
You cannot see this coming,
If you’re watching cable news
You’ll have to bear the bullshit that we’ve been feeding you
Our thrills may cause a national heart attack
We’re broke, but green with greed and we’ll be back
We’ll write up a contract to put us back in black
That’s written in blood and paid for in common $ense
Just when you thought you had us,
It’s you who’s in the red
That sign outside your door means you’re left for dead
We’ve bought what’s left of the left
They won’t put up a fight
And we can depend upon the sacrificial right
There’s nothing we’ll give up that can help you now
We’ll take much more than should ever be allowed
We don’t answer to Congress, not even to the White House
No, just the white lady and the god of common $ense
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Rhythm of the Rain
04:26
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Close your eyes
Can you feel the ocean swirling ’round your feet,
The ebb and flow of changing tides?
Can you smell the coming rain on the breeze?
We stand beneath this fiery sky,
But the colors will fade and you’ll be left with me
And through the falling of the night
Will by my side be where you want to be,
In the darkness and the downpour from on high?
Let’s leave behind
Our heavy burdens and that straight, well traveled road
I used to pray to Father Time,
But I found his Wife most often steals the show
A ticking clock can plan our lives,
But we can’t predict the weather — that much I know
Still, thunder’s no reason to hide
Or I’d have run for higher ground long ago
Let’s stay and watch the lightning shred this summer sky
We may be merely players
But that means all the world’s our stage
Let me be the risk you take
Let me be the risk that pays
And we’ll improvise in this poorly written play
So please remain
Stay through these shifting winds and uncertain times
I’ll be next to you with every step you take
And I can keep you safe, but who wants to keep dry?
So take my arm, let’s dance the night away
Let’s forget the steps we’ve tried to memorize
And fall in with the rhythm of the rain
This world of ours may change before our eyes
But we won’t let this storm go to waste
We may be merely players
But that means all the world’s our stage
Let me be the risk you take
Let me be the risk that pays
And we’ll revel in the rhythm of the rain
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Another vodka tonic on the rocks
I’ll keep ‘em coming ’til the music stops
A sink full of dirty dishes won’t get in my way
I’d wash the clothes I left out on the floor, but I’ve got no change
I’ve checked so many times,
But there’s no message on the phone
And so I sing with every bastard drinking alone
I’m talking to myself again — no comfort in the words
This abscess in my chest must have a name other than hurt
A conversation on a broken record in my head
Each time the needle jumps, I wonder what I might have said
But words don’t make much sense
When you’re fucked up and on your own
And so I sing with every bastard drinking alone
She left sometime in early evening, holding someone else’s hand
Of course she broke my heart, but I am not a broken man
Waiting for forgiveness, knowing it won’t come
But laughing at the guilt — thank God I’m not the only one
I always learn the hard way,
Only way I’ve ever known
And so I sing with every bastard drinking alone
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11. |
St. Botolph
04:22
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Looking for meaning in a new pack of cigarettes
Looking for meaning, but I haven’t found it yet
Orange glows and a head rush will have to do
Praying for Friday, and this might just get me through
Oh St. Botolph, you’re not watching over me
I’d been hoping for a guardian, but I won’t wait on my knees
Check my pockets, I’ve nothing left to lose
Yes I’m battered and bruised, lost and confused
And it’s all so damn funny to me
And how much longer ’til I’m off the ground?
Stamp the butt into sidewalk, leave my mark on this town
I’m trying to be a heavyweight and hating every pound
But I still believe this might be worth the while
So I’ll pound on this piano ’til you see
And I’ll howl into this microphone ’til someone listens to me
These cigarettes will soon be less than ash in the winter winds
But these cracked lips will still crack a smile
I’ll throw myself against the wall until I stick
I’ll give my pound of flesh, I’ll take my forty licks
With every wound I’ll laugh until the skin grows back thick
Boston, I’m not going anywhere
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Drunken Logic Los Angeles, California
Songs that made sense at the time.
2012-2023.
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