1. |
Spring Step
03:13
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Was it a black swan?
Was it rotten luck?
We’re holed up, while a rare bird shits on us
Are you feeling restless on the river of solitude?
Woke up mean? Drink your Ovaltine.
Put a spring step in your soul
Take the time to let time bend
Don’t blame the beginning for the end
Remember the feeling?
Hell, best to just move on
It’s all fine maybe till it’s gone
I’ll be taking laps around in my backyard champagne pool
Twelve weeks in my fantasy suite is long overdue
Roll on, I’ll meet you down at the edge of the horizon
Roll on, I’ll meet you down with bells and my dancing boots on
Spring has fallen and summer’s grown cold
When will this python break its hold?
I’m sure I’d hit fast forward if I could
Then again, you can’t get backpay for time unaccounted for
The seeds we’ve sewn now are overgrown
Got no choice but to brave the unknown
There was time before, but somehow it’s now
You can’t tell the music what to allow
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2. |
You Ain’t Going Nowhere
03:04
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Clouds so swift the rain won’t lift
The gates won’t close, the railing’s froze
Get your mind off of wintertime
You ain’t going nowhere
I don’t care how many letters they sent
The morning came, the morning went
Pick up your money, put up your tent
You ain’t going nowhere
Buy me some rings and gun that sings
A flute that toots and a bee that stings
A sky cries and a bird that flies
A fish that walks and a dog that talks
Looking for rent money in your boots
You’re upside down, but nothing shakes loose
So strap yourself to a tree with roots
And you ain’t going nowhere
Ooo, ride me high
Tomorrow’s the day that my bride is gonna come
Oh, ain’t we gonna fly
Down into the easy chair
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3. |
Sidewalk Song
04:40
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Quiet peaceful uneasy streets
Ocean waving at an empty beach
No midnight trips to the stage door
No friendly drinks to meet at the bar
On the run from the setting sun
Don’t wait and linger once the bell’s rung
Blindsided on the edge of the past
Inside a moment that didn’t last
I can see those darker vibes
I can feel the darker vibe
Weeding through your darker vibes
I can feel the darker vibe
Grown tired of dead end kings
And puppet masters who pull their strings
Those storm clouds are never far
When you wish upon a star
To clean the power off bloody hands
Losing the grasp on a fistful of sand
Ambushed by future’s touch
I know you know it don’t take much
And we can see those darker vibes
We can feel the darker vibe
Weeding through our darker vibes
We can feel the darker vibe
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4. |
Hollow Log
02:11
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When I come home
My troubles are gone
When I come home
At the end of the day
It all melts away
And I’m done
I’ll fix a drink, put up my feet
Where I dwell when I’m done raising hell
Y’know I’ve sowed me some wild oats
Adjust to sane as I feed my goats
Pressure cookin with nowhere to go
Follow the shelter of the valley road
When caught in the sun you wish for fog
Escape to the shade in my hollow log
On the road yet again
Such is the life of a travellin’ man
Honking my mouth harp up over the bridge
Another week of spoiled milk in the fridge
Hostile hotel beds are leavin’ me sore
The same new pit stop is such a bore
My red recliner is on my mind
And a lumpy mattress that matches my spine
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5. |
Dancing with Scorpions
03:40
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I want you
Maybe don’tcha want me too?
Hey there, won’t you come along?
Let’s share our favorite songs
The primrose path I walk along is never ending
Some mistakes tend to repeat
But I wont accept defeat
Still trying to get some heat from smoldering embers
I’m shifting stars to my desire
Making room for you and I
I’m shooting marbles in the sky
Hoping we might collide
I’ll play the fool again
Dancing with scorpions
I lick my wounds, dust off and I ain’t learning no lessons
But the pain from every sting
Another chance at immunity
Or you can hot shot me with that anti-venom
I want you
Maybe don’tcha want me too?
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3 Wishes
03:04
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One has spoken
With one eye open
One has spoken there don’t ever need to feel despair, no
With three wishes
What are you picking?
Oh won’t you break me from my fable?
Myself torn in-an-outta
Don’t be restrained, now
But don’t be so swayed, now
Don’t unsew my way
Trippin on loose threads makes me hesitate. I wanna
Turn the clock back
Erase the stop gaps
But I know that what’s gone beyond responds to the cracks I’m on
If it turned out this way
Change is nothing
If it turned out this way
Change is everything
New blood has flood in
From that I’m soaking
I’m holding onto my tokens
‘Til I can cash in on what’s awoken now
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7. |
All Time Green
03:05
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Hard and fast, it’s gonna leave you hanging blue
When you’re down, they’re gonna throw it back on you
I can’t help but think about the things you do
I can’t help it’s gonna take a hold on you
You don’t know why you’re young and feeling old
You don’t know how you go from hot to cold
Running for the lights, running for the scene
Living on the all time green
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8. |
Drifter’s Lullaby
02:50
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Young one sulking down and glum
Run deep into the setting sun
Chase your dreams, my race has run
Got what I want when I wanted some
Found trouble on the low path so I went around
Caught the new view from a higher ground
Freed from my grief-case when I set it down
I got no use for it where I’m bound
Followed faith along the sea
A broken mirror was shown to me
Je suis la jeune fille
Now I know you see what I see
When I was up
When I’ve been down
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