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Living Pretty Free
03:36
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Hold on tight to your horizon,
Just like the portrait of a queen.
The Bible fell off the highest shelf,
If you know what I mean.
There’s a magic trick I’m saving, but it ain’t up my sleeve,
Cause’ when we turn the corner, you’ll be hard pressed to agree;
With the comedy of living pretty free.
There’s a black ship in the distance,
A freightliner out at sea.
The camera has no story left to tell,
The lense is yours alone, so to speak.
A blind man paints a picture of green controversy,
Not knowing what he’s missing, not knowing he cant see;
All the tragedy of living pretty free
Count your blessings like the dead,
Who never once thought to cheat.
When the going got so rough,
They could have stood on someone’s feet.
It’s just a dream to walk in circles on the gridded New York street,
In love with yourself in every stranger that you meet;
That’s the reality of living pretty free.
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2. |
Go Where The Hills Roll
04:28
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When you wander in the company of beasts,
When you’ve got to stand just to keep your seat,
When devils lie right between their teeth,
When you must build a castle or live in the streets,
Just go where the hills roll, go where the hills roll.
When your soul’s at the bottom of that deep money pit,
When there’s food on your plate but you can’t taste it,
When you’ve walked far too long now your shoes just don’t fit,
When you wish to swim out but you’re afraid to get bit,
Just go where the hills roll, go where the hills roll.
When falling off the wagon is all you can do,
When you bite off more than you can chew,
When you are fed lies but belief’s always true,
When you aren’t what you think only what you do,
Just go where the hills roll, go where the hills roll.
When your voice is a weapon in the realest of ways,
When you demand action with nothing to say,
When the skies turn all blue but your mind remains gray
When the night lasts so long, looks like the end of your days
Just go where the hills roll, go where the hills roll.
When you’re born into sin and lost in the maze,
When the angels will lead but you can’t keep the pace,
When you cry out for God and he spits in your face,
When no ones to catch you when falling from grace,
Just go where the hills roll, go where the hills roll.
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3. |
While I'm Still Around
03:57
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Your education dangles from the rear view mirror,
Your eyes are emeralds when you’re staring into the sun,
You’re a town crow with a sick sense of humor;
I know you’re city bound with your body built to run.
But don’t just leave me,
If you leave this town just warn me
That you’re not coming around again,
While I’m still around.
You saw the full moon dancing in the rear view mirror
Your television set on 1971
You should have taken both roads at once
It could leave you with a frown with a choice to choose just one.
So don’t just leave me,
If you leave this town just warn me
That you’re not coming around again,
While I’m still around.
Pretending you forget,
That’s just another street you’ll have to go down.
Repaying past loves debt,
You’ll have to be happy with what you’ve found
When you stick your boots in the ground,
Get used to that lonesome sound.
Just don’t leave me
But if you leave this town just warn me
If you’re not coming around again
While I’m still around.
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4. |
As Good As Gone
04:18
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Does that fork in the road mean a thing,
When either way I go I’m as good as gone?
If every moment’s new and used,
Then you aren’t who you thought you thought you knew,
Just RSVP the grand re-opening of your life.
We are cautious pawns on a gridded board,
With a one-way sign down a dead end road.
There is righteousness in fidelity;
A mistress with a VISA fee.
She’s nothing to me, everything’s been free my whole life.
So inebriate, but don’t forget to rehabilitate.
We could all use a break, but there’s no getting back that time.
What shape am I and where do I fit,
If the observable universe is in my head?
A foggy mirror is all you need,
Or open brain surgery
To see what I mean; I’ve been mistaken all my life.
I want to risk it all but take no sides,
Watch the rain beat down and the floor bottom out.
But until that white lights out for good,
I’ll fight peace from a cold, dark room.
Don’t call me a saint, I will only fight for my own life.
It may be treason, but some books write all the reasons.
They build up the stakes, sit back and rake in every dime, every time.
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5. |
Easily
04:42
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Sometimes I ask why I’ll never see
The wind that is blowing all around me.
I’ll try not to lie, but when I can’t breathe,
I just can’t believe in how I need
Something I only feel.
I guess we call that faith.
The night’s almost through but I’m wide awake.
My mind is still racing with all my mistakes.
It’s sad but its true, I don’t need sleep
But some long lost dream that I’ll never reach:
Being who I used to be and
Loving someone easily.
The coast is all clear but I’m still afraid
A new wave is coming to sweep me away.
Crash on the beach right where I stand
And scatter my plans like each grain of sand
Falling through my hands.
It’s hard to promise that it won’t,
There are some things I don’t control,
Like when the tides roll in, and when they don’t.
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6. |
Too Close Is Far Enough
03:15
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Too close the edge to trains that pass,
Too close these bullets, they move too fast
Too close these hawks to nested eggs,
Too close these dreams to death.
Too close is morning to the dead of the night,
Too close to see yet plain in sight.
Too close this house to blazing fires,
Too close the truth from liars.
If nothing for you, then something for us;
Too close is far enough
Too close these screams to fearful ears,
Too close the moans that sound like cheers.
Too close these raging waters to shore,
Too close and not a minute more.
Too close these fingertips to fiery touch,
Too close, too little, and never too much.
Too close to share but never tell,
Too close is heaven to hell.
If nothing for you, then something for us;
Too close is far enough,
Too close this heart to a hollow drum
Too close we are to where we’re from
Too close to tell fact from fraud
Too close is man to God.
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7. |
In All My Travelin'
06:20
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We when look up at the moon
Can I be sure it’s the same?
But broken down and beaten,
Should I call you by my name?
A restless empty memory
Haunts the hallway of my mind;
I only hope in all my travelin’,
I reach the end of this in time.
Now see, nothing of my heart
Could steer me the wrong way.
Sweet dreams of letting go
Have sheltered my yesterday.
I’ve put myself in God
Cause what else could I do?
I only hope in all my travelin’,
I reach the end of me and you.
We pre-tell of destinations
Where no one set their foot.
Yet fear of being abandoned
Left our faces in the soot,
Of fires burnt so long ago
I don’t remember when;
I only hope in all my travelin’,
I reach the end of this dead end.
I’ll be making all my footsteps
As quiet as can be.
For nothing could be right
If doesn’t come from me
Still my shoes are worn and weary
From too many steps back;
I only hope in all my travelin’,
I reach the end of what I lack.
I’ve been brushing off the dust
From this torn and battered path
My train has always been
Running the wrong track
So I’m listening to love
And all she has to say;
I only hope in all my travelin’,
I reach the end of this charade.
I could cast away regret
Then sail around the world,
With the confidence of diamonds
And my pride a string of pearls.
But that treasure I desire
Is nothing of those names;
I only hope in all my travelin’,
I reach the end of this game.
I’m gonna put down all my doubts
And roll up my shirt sleeves
Find my way alone
And blow away with the leaves.
But the weather’s ever changing
And often too fast;
I only hope in all my travelin’,
I reach the end of my past
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8. |
Nothing Gets Past You
02:59
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I could huddle in the corner all on my own
And wait for you to walk away,
I could throw all my secrets out to the sea,
But they’ll all wash to your shore someday.
I could change my name and move far far away
And never come back to town again,
I could close my eyes and pretend you are just not there,
But you’re always just around the bend.
I hide those things I do, unappealing and untrue;
Oh how I wish I could just show and tell.
But the fact remains the same,
No matter how well I play the game
Nothing gets past you,
No, nothing gets past you.
I could find somebody else but that’d do no good,
Nobody else has got what you’ve got.
Well lately you’ve been driving me out of my mind,
But I’m pretty sure that anybody would.
Now all those things I do, you must know that I’m untrue;
I don’t mean to give you all this hell.
But that fact remains the same
No matter how well I hide my shame
Nothing gets past you,
No, nothing gets past you.
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Would the world be benefited
From deafened ears and silence?
Well, I still find myself on the fence
Hesitant each time I stand up to sing:
Some bad Neil Young, some Lua sunsets,
Bach in the yellow Barn.
A table for two, and wine for one
In a spare room on a bus.
I’ve lost my faith in faithlessness
But even God won’t face this mess.
Testing water from a tampered spring
Left a foul taste of which the birds all sing:
Of broken bones and heavy wings,
Flying lower in the rain,
Afraid to lose what feels so new
When heading home with the same face.
Breeze is music for the trees,
Life’s a stepping stone towards being free.
Paradise lost our hearts out to sea
With hopes of being tossed up to the sky.
On Harvest Hill two flirting monarchs
Shop in their own backyard.
Call out your price for your fate,
But faith never takes a break,
No, you can never take a break.
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10. |
Oh, It's Only The Night
03:39
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Oh, those thoughts that you just can’t speak to
Oh, that flag that is waving in your mind
Oh, that fear waiting right there to catch you
Oh, it’s only the night
Oh and night only falls half the time.
Oh, that door to shame that don’t ever shut
Oh, that regret that never leaves the room
Oh, that knot buried deep inside your gut
Oh, it’s only night
Oh and night only falls half the time.
Oh, that shadow self sitting next to you
Oh, when worry won’t let you walk alone
Oh, that shaking love that will bear no fruit
Oh, it’s only night
Oh and night only falls half the time.
Oh, that memory that’s beyond your time
Oh, that pain that takes everything you’ve got
Oh, that timid heart that can’t find a rhyme
Oh, it’s only night
Oh and night only falls half the time.
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11. |
For Some Time
02:39
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Please let me go,
I’ve been stuck here for far too long,
I’ve been singing this goddam song
For some time.
Please won’t you show?
I’ve been listening for your name,
And I’m so filled up with shame
I could cry.
Please let me know
If you’re ever coming home,
If you’ll ever hear the poems
That I write.
Please take me home,
I’ve been stuck out on the road,
I’ve got too much to unload;
I won’t lie.
‘Cause I’ve been alone,
I’ve stuttered and I’ve shook
Reading this broken book
My whole life.
Please ease my bones,
Cut all the chains I’ve built,
Release to the air, my guilt;
Make it fly.
Please let me go,
Let me watch as my spirit is freed,
I will follow as it takes the lead
Towards the light.
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12. |
That's No Hallelujah
06:25
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If I shaved my head like a Buddhist monk
Would I feel any different?
When I climb back up on that old phone line,
Is it easier to listen
To a melody so bold, or so I’m told.
But that’s no Hallelujah to me.
Have I just washed up in my supposed prime
By the waterfall down the gutter?
Just like a fallen fruit picked out of season
In a single act of God.
Those dreams instantly froze as the water rose,
But that’s no reason I have to leave.
There’s a picket fence built around my mind,
Please just keep your distance.
I was a circus act, on a tight rope line
And you have been following me since.
Jump down while you can, or do it all again
But that’s no way to live your life free.
But new flowers bloom towards a pale grey sky
In this hardly even spring.
And just as they grow, all on their own
How can we call this living?
You’re on your way I know,
And I’m on my way to go;
There’s no better truth to life you will see,
There’s no better truth to life you can see,
There’s no better truth to life you will see,
You will see.
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