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Solitude
01:50
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Oh, my Lord! I will pray
to unearth a brand new day
dream of her by the Bay
seek some peace along this fray
find the reasons for my lover -
Solitude, my Lord, I do pray.
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2. |
Lake
03:33
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Every time I stare and hover in your eyes
I wonder where you’re headed
sitting on top of this lake and feeling fine.
River walks and highway talks within this time
we get to know each other
covering up our mistakes by doing right.
Sitting on top of this lake.
Manitowoc has brought us the fate.
I don’t want to get up and wait for good-bye.
Curving up I feel it’s my day
slipping into sideway -
glances -
what romance is
as you’re staring out a window
waiting for the rainfall
just to hold you from the thunder and the pain.
Every time I look a wind drift’s in your sky
stepping on the hour
sitting on top of this lake and feeling fine.
Feeling lucky tucked away behind your smile
I never want to leave you
pressing up against all the breaks of good-night.
Sitting on top of this lake.
Manitowoc has brought us the fate.
I don’t want to get up and wait for good-bye.
Burrowed in my mind and the sun
our life has just begun -
waltzes and new fables.
Set the table on this morning’s hue -
the crimson and the hazel -
we are able to find each other across these clues.
Every time I stare and hover in your eyes
I wonder where you’re headed
sitting on top of this lake…
Everywhere I’m headed
I’m head with my soul.
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3. |
Couplet Gun
03:50
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I see the sight and sense the fright and I
want to fight to hold you tight and I
find a little Marxist red war paint
And, I don’t want pray it
I don’t want to say it
I just want to step in right next to you.
I stretch across the highway green and I
lean against the traffic gene and I
yell in foreign tongues as I drive by
the monster of a Pilgrim
that bridge that’s known as William
the feeling that I get when I’m right next to you.
And, sitting on a great green sun
the poet shoots a couplet gun
and smiles about his rhyming schemes
about the one who fills his dreams
and, I am here in fantasy
all alone in rhyming schemes
but, that’s okay the wait is good
as I’m falling in love with you
I shoot the stars with asphalt bars
I creep along a familiar song
I find a way to stick my nose in the dirt
and I don’t want name it
I don’t want to brave it
I just want to save it right next to you.
I paint the whims of magistrates
I blame the world for interest rates
I poke a pin inside a bloodless mind
and I can’t feel the potion
I can’t sense that notion
I just want to be the man who’s right next to you.
I don’t know why
heaven is in the sky.
The honky tonks and Christmas bars
the aliens who come from Mars
I wish upon a dream, I dream of you
and I don’t know the logic
I don’t know the prophet
I just want to slip in right next to you.
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4. |
Everyday
03:52
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Everyday I see that hill, I climb that hill to get the thrill
of holding you in my arms again,
in my arms again.
Every breeze, I feel the breeze, I ride the breeze to get between
your intellect to intersect
in your arms again.
Every night I cradle tight
these dreams I'll have of you tonight
and wake up every morning
in your eyes again.
Every night the moon is right
to shed a light on us tonight
to find us in the morning
in our arms again,
in your arms again.
Every time I slip and slide, I ride the tide and need to cry
and find you in the shadows
in my arms again.
Every way, I sit and pray, and feel the sway
these things you say -
I feel you in my moment
in my arms again.
Every night I cradle tight
these dreams I'll have of you tonight
and wake up every morning
in your eyes again.
Every night the moon is right
to shed a light on us tonight
to find us in the morning
in our arms again,
in your arms again.
Searching long and searching far and searching hard
I see these stars -
in this moment
underneath the wind.
Having you and holding you and feeling you and needing -
in this moment
underneath the wind.
Every night I cradle tight
these dreams I'll have of you tonight
and wake up every morning
in your eyes again.
Every night the moon is right
to shed a light on us tonight
to find us in the morning
in our arms again,
in your arms again.
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5. |
Iowa
03:20
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Rolling through these hills of Iowa
the sun is close behind.
Where I'm headed, where I'm vetted
I don't know what's left in my mind.
Mark Twain is in a barnyard
writing about his life.
Huck Finn, where have you been?
Is this America or is this sin?
Here we go...
in Iowa.
Crusades across this Heartland
perspective never skews.
Feel the mist, feel the dew
smell the evening as it clues
me into this freedom
that whispers along these lines.
Maybe a highway, maybe a byway
my life seems close behind.
Here we go...
in Iowa.
Stepping back at my window
as the evening stars turn blue.
I begin to feel the cold light
shine across this avenue.
Rolling through these hills of Iowa
the moon is on my side.
Where I'm headed you can't find me
'cause I'm hiding in a prairie cloud
hovering above the notion
that America is lost.
But, I have found her in a cornfield
along this river with history's dust.
Here we go...
in Iowa.
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6. |
Handsome Man
02:39
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A wake-up dream of naked schemes
it always seemed you were meant for me.
But, maybe dreams aren't meant to be,
maybe life is just pretend.
And, I don't know where to go.
Where are you in the snow?
I just want to be your handsome man.
A call from you late last night
it shook my soul, it gave me strife.
But, words are words never guaranteed
time is time is kerosene.
I don't know what's true today
what bleeding heart is on it's way.
I just want to be your handsome man.
Summer was an evening tide.
Love was young, we were alive.
I traveled these Wisconsin shores for you.
Where to now? I don't know.
I just need to make the show.
I just want to be your handsome man.
Is it lost, forever lost?
a cradled part of romance dust?
I wish I could clear the air
wipe the fragrance from thin air.
But, what's done is done
I can't change that
and my feelings state a simple fact...
that...
I just want to be your handsome man.
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I met you in the rain
holding umbrella's pain.
You were rehearsing a scene
somewhere in Shakespeare's dream.
And I just wanted to say,
"I see as the world, as night and day.
As the sun and the moon
Neruda's at see, Matilde swoons.
Crescent hearts and emerald skies,
I don't see the reason for all these lies.
Summer dreams in black and white,
alone."
I led you to my room
with melody's broom
slated by the proof
of affection's truth.
And I just wanted to say,
"I see as the world, as night and day.
As the sun and the moon
Neruda's at see, Matilde swoons.
Crescent hearts and emerald skies,
I don't see the reason for all these lies.
Summer dreams in black and white,
alone."
I tried to explain
what was pulsing through my veins.
You left me with no choice
but to sit back and never rejoice.
And I just wanted to say,
"I see as the world, as night and day.
As the sun and the moon
Neruda's at see, Matilde swoons.
Crescent hearts and emerald skies,
I don't see the reason for all these lies.
Summer dreams in black and white,
alone."
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8. |
My Favorite Instrument
03:17
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Sunday night and I'm waiting by the phone
waiting desperately for you to call
and I don't know why
to this, I oblige.
I sit and illustrate a song
trying not to break the plates and longing
for your voice
your angelic voice.
And the window pane is cold.
Winter's story's about to be told.
I don't know how to break away,
the myth,
the legend,
everything you say -
you are my favorite instrument.
West New York is a lonely, frigid town
by the rhythm of the intellect
but, the view from here
isn't very clear.
All these conversation nights
between my heart and my amnesty,
why won't you call?
watershed's a-fallin'
And the window pane is cold.
Winter's story's about to be told.
I don't know how to break away,
the myth,
the legend,
everything you say -
you are my favorite instrument.
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9. |
Hey Little Girl
03:01
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Hey little girl, don’t ya’ weep
you’ll soon see that things are sweet
and life life ain’t nothing but loss and treats
and moonbeams on your door.
Hey little girl, I adore
your smiling face of evermore
and that purple shirt that you just wore
‘cause laundry day is here.
On the moon there is an answer
a cocoon of a dancer
a romance filled with laughter
every time we cry.
Don’t ya’ know that life is fleeting
glowing like a June bug meeting
can’t you see my eyes competing
for your favorite one.
Hey little girl, hold me tight
squeeze me close every single night
and I’ll let ya’ know what’s really on my mind
every time you’re near.
Hey little girl, you look cute tonight
with your cocktail drink dancing in the light
and you make life seem quite all right
every time you smile.
On the moon there is an answer
a cocoon of a dancer
a romance filled with laughter
every time we cry.
Don’t ya’ know that life is fleeting
glowing like a June bug meeting
can’t you see my eyes competing
for your favorite one.
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Walking down this avenue
looking, searching for a way.
Every time I turn around
there you are with your lovely face.
And, I don't want your sympathy,
I just want your love.
I'm the loneliest man in New York.
Every day I wake up new.
Every day I think of you.
Every star that shines so bright
makes me think of you tonight.
And, I don't want your sympathy,
I just want your love.
I'm the loneliest man in New York.
Crying rain begins to fill my eyes.
I don't know what's left but cloudy skies.
I don't want your sympathy,
I just want your love.
I'm the loneliest man in New York.
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11. |
Lovers In The Sand
04:20
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Fall asleep, my dear
it is time to say 'good-night.'
Today was for loners
not daisies or the height
of affection in my eyes.
When you last said 'good-bye'
I was hugging you a sigh.
Union Square was the spy
who saw us as true love,
who saw us as true friends,
who saw us in-between
lovers and friends.
But, you know me well,
my letters and my guilt
and the quilt that keeps me warm
when my dreams begin to swarm
with New Haven Green,
our walk through the park
the night of deep selection
and the deepest love we shared.
I don't care about stars
that fall before the night is young
and bend the trigger hand
that bars along the rung
of lovers in the sand.
Fall asleep, my dear,
it is time to say 'good-night'
and sneak into the sight
of me holding you tight
like I did before the story and the floor
where I cracked your favorite tile
on the way to my car.
I'm sorry for the scars
my human side denied
the adoration train
that sent me ablaze
the first time we met
on our best friend's bet.
She was right - you know she was -
where's the safety in refrain.
It's the torture of Winter's chain
and we're back again...
with...
New Haven Green,
our walk through the park
the night of deep selection
and the deepest love we shared.
I don't care about stars
that fall before the night is young
and bend the trigger hand
that bars along the rung
of lovers in the sand.
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