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Singing Bedroom Blues
03:44
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The north wall in my room is the one that faces you
So I'll cover it up with paint and distractions
The floor of my room has little to no legroom
It's stacked high with memories we used to share
The west wall in my room let's in an orangish hue
When the sun descends behind the hill
The ceiling in my room protects my furnished tomb
From rain and snow and sleet and hail and all them spaceships
The east wall in my room has the door that you left through
A swinging reminder that everyone must someday depart
The phone line in my room is disconnected too
So when you call I can ignore you
The south wall in my room overlooks a red canoe
I've spent all of today wishing that I were out on the water
But I am in my room singing bedroom blues
With my thoughts, my cat, and a guitar
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2. |
I Love What I Remember
06:56
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The frost spreads on the windowpane
You grip my hand from inside your mitten
And I lived by you for two whole years before we even spoke
I remember what was said
It replays like a cassette tape in my head
But every time I press rewind
A little piece of that sound dies until the tape is worn down and thrown out
And in my stream of consciousness, I can't believe I won't be missed
I'll be slappin' fives with everyone I can
The air in my car is freezing
We'll sleep for an hour on the side of the road
The sun will wake us in a while
Gold shines in, the warmth made you smile
My recollection of you on that day
Is as fleeting to me now as top 40 radio
Every time I press rewind
A little piece of that sound dies until the tape is worn down and thrown out
The needle skips because the vinyl’s scratched, no perfect song can ever last
And my memories of you, they will simply fade
But I love what I remember
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Something New
02:50
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Old man Hardy, hear him sing:
“My future is a diamond ring
Under scraps of papers, books and letters
On the dresser that we shared when you were here
And I could call you mine
And I think about you all the time”
Mary Hardy, I'm so sorry
That you finally dropped your guard he
Left you with the dreams he owned
You're made of stone 'til you broke down on the telephone
And I listened to you cry
I think about you all the time
Mary I'm so sorry
Mary be my darling
And don't - be afraid
Of the slick black ice on the road
The crash - lights up the night
There's always something new to hold on to
Mary I'm so sorry
Mary be my darling
Mr. Hardy had his chance
He's a victim of circumstance
He'll just lie in bed wishing he were dead
Repeating all the things he should have said
Just don't you listen to his lies
And I promise, Mary, you'll be fine
Mary I'm so sorry
Mary be my darling
They've just wrecked your party
And Mary I'm so sorry
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4. |
For The Birds
02:15
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As I lie - Down
It is silent - On the ground
While a bird - Sings for the light
There is something in his voice that is not quite right
He is mourning - Without a seed
And I think he sings to me
He says, "I'm sorry that you misunderstood,
But if we harmonize together it might do some good"
So we sang - The bird and I
And I forgot that they were just tears he cried
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5. |
Growing/Regrowing Beards
02:34
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My chest is still moving
I’m still alive, yeah, I’m still alive
As certain as the moon
And the give and the take of the ocean’s tide
This song’s composed apropos of letting go
So I’ll keep it sweetly succinct
But my head is burning
My gut is on fire, yet I’m still alive
Our outcome looks bleak
As ten thousand blackbirds drop dead from the sky
This song’s composed apropos of letting go
So I’ll keep it sweetly succinct
With the fear of failing
With the fear of falling
With the fear of flailing as I hit the ocean
This song’s composed apropos of letting go
So I’ll keep it sweetly succinct
My rhythm’s in time with a heart that says “I’m still alive!”
Syncopated with slight arrhythmia
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You called me from two hundred miles away
I’d drive to you just to make you feel okay
Because I’m sorry that he broke your heart
Just like you did to me when you played that part
And I’d do anything just to see you smile
All I’ll ask is that you’d meet me halfway – at the one hundredth mile
There’s a diner just off the interstate
Where the folks are kind and honest and they serve breakfast late
And I’m sure that we’ll be able to get the corner booth
Meet me and I promise we’ll get that corner booth
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7. |
Umbrella Song
02:51
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Oh it's the high-fructose corn syrup that helps me to understand
All about the self-destructive tendencies of man
Turns my juice into something sticky, thick, and sweet
And it makes me ache
And how about all that crude poisoning the Gulf?
Run around exclaiming "Why, this is not my fault!"
They'd kill for all the oil, but would they kill to clean the spill?
And it makes me ache
Take me out
Take me out when it's raining
And to that loudmouth policeman just leave them alone
You're shoutin' "Arizona is no place for folks of your skin tone!"
You're a crook for enforcing such a hateful law
And it makes me ache
Take me out
Take me out when it's raining
I'll be the umbrella leaning beside the door
A friendly reminder of the impending human storm
So when your credit card debt's a-raining down your neck
I'll be your canopy
'Till it makes me ache
Take me out
Take me out and we'll weather this shit-storm
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