1. |
In Tune
04:34
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all this talkin
its got me tired
tired of listenin
to the heartbreak
its all long and drawn out
how many years now
if i could
i would stay tuned
all this talking
got me walkin
to the discount
liquor store
where i pay
a lot of visits
if i could
i would stay tuned
all this fightin
its gettin loud
i start laughin
call me crazy
when i start
a lot of ruckus
if i could
i would stay tuned
sometimes they say you can change the road
the one that you’ve been walkin down
for some of us oh i’m afraid
those days have come and gone
bottles breakin
over heads on the bar
sirens ringin
i’m smilin big now
it’s a sick
sort of pleasure
if i could
i would stay tuned
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2. |
Gone
03:07
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don’t get me wrong my dear
plenty men round here
would like to call your name
the only sun that soars
rises and then falls
to do it all again
it’s good to be here
it’s good to be gone
not sure where your coming from
and I’m not sure if we belong
it’s good to be here
it’s good to be gone
i spend too many nights
under neon lights
worried bout the rent
hiding in the shade
a needle in the hey!
you don’t know the state i’m in
pass me the bottle
roll a cigarette
it may help me to forget
the hard times we’ve had
the good outweighed the bad
the moneys all been spent
it’s good to be here
it’s good to be gone
not sure where your coming from
and I’m not sure if we belong
it’s good to be here
it’s good to be gone
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3. |
To Tame
02:52
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learnin to swim in the pourin rain
wild as the see is to tame
you kick and scream the whole way
there ain’t nothing as real as that day
it’s a bore
it’s a bore
is it my fault
is it your
it’s a bore
is it my fault
is it yours
watchin the car drive away
slow as the night turns to day
the frame it turns another shade
quickly now from yellow to gray
white walls and nails
here for company
three flights of stairs
to roll on down
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4. |
The Storm
04:04
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i know a road thats seldom traveled
i’m gonna keep on keeping on
just tearing up this gravel
i’m talking up a storm
are you cooking your on breakfast?
are you cooking up a storm?
do you wear that silver necklace?
do you say I did you harm?
it’s been this way for years
the whiskey memories hang
like dusty chandeliers
wonder how you’ll disappear?
go tearing out of the driveway
grinding up the gears
are you writing your own story?
do you answer to a boss?
do you buy the lies he sells ya?
while you keep your fingers crossed?
in times I had no money
i’d find another job
some say i’m getting paid now
i’d say i’m getting robbed
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5. |
Childhood Eyes
03:21
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dreamin
last night
colors of your childhood eyes
traffic
minded addictions
things are now becoming history
soaring
listen
songs are
filling up the skies for you
see you
at the funeral
bursting tears like the one before
pages
of the bible
end your breathing time here today
twenty years should tell you
I ain’t the one thats been through
the dollar bills will thrill you
the dollar bills will kill you
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6. |
Bad Actors
03:23
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i didn’t meet a director
or get handed a script
i was wonderin around
my minds adrift
I’m trying to do my best
to play my part
i’m jealous of the extras
with nothing to do
they stand around
in tennis shoes
and silenty
wait for me
to start
the organ song
sounds the same
the picture show
your wedding day
i showed up late to the game
were all bad actors here
but i’m to blame
the western world
was a long lost scene
hollywood
was make believe
when you and i
were born in the eighties
i changed the plot
when i met you
i was wondering
if yours did too?
and would you be
the actress
in my dreams?
where the organs song
sounds the same
the picture show
your wedding day
i showed up late to the game
were all bad actors here
but i’m to blame
the lights went out
the curtain went down
i called her name
she turned around
swaying with the music
of the band
the last thing i remember
was the ring around her finger
and the rose
in her hand
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7. |
Hometown Heroes
03:53
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that same old bar
wonderin where you are
i’m still sittin here
the stars all disappear
hometown heroes
don’t give a damn
your all gone away
your all gone away
people know my name
all down this boulevard
when Im standin at the station
I’m a stranger in the dark
oh Genevieve your eyes
watchin planes fly above your head
well I know its time for you, to be on your way
look at you now, New York City gal
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Mosey West Fort Collins, Colorado
Psych / Folk / Rock Follow us! @moseywest
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