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Take the I train
03:19
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I can see her standing across from our building
As she makes her way home
She puts her hand in her pocket and pulls out her mobile
But she doesn't answer her phone
She takes a step off the curb and onto the road
Then she turns on her heels and she leaves
Makes her way back up to the station
I guess she's got some place to be
She'll take the I train
The long way home again
She can't handle her and me arguing, breathing the same air
walking on eggshells and acting like we still care
Let's give up the ghost my dear
We've been fighting it too many years
Let's give up the ghost my dear
We've got nowhere to go from here
I walk past the church and the theatre
I take a left up on Boulevard
I'm trying my best to make sense of this mess
But I never seem to get far
The snow's coming down in a flurry
And I'm freezing on the inside
I can see her standing there next to our car
Lord knows I can't handle that ride
So I'll take the I train
The long way home again
Can't handle her and me arguing, breathing the same air
Walking on eggshells and acting like we still care
Let's give up the ghost my dear
We've been fighting it too many years
Let's give up the ghost my friend
We've got no more time to spend
Can't handle her and me arguing, breathing the same air
Walking on eggshells and acting like we still care
Let's give up the ghost my dear
We've got nowhere to go from here
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Birch Street
03:57
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You pulled over on Birch street and asked me to leave
“Get out of my car baby I cannot breathe”
Now I don't recall what the fight was about
I remember the anger, the sadness, and doubt
I know that you gave a hell of a lot
And you sure deserved so much more than you got
I was always the first to quit and turn tail
Sometimes it feels like I was born just to fail
Here I stand with this cup in my hand
talking with ghosts that I miss the most
Ain't seen them for years still brings me to tears
So I'll reminisce about the ones that I miss
That I miss the most
There's a storm coming in and that storm’s getting loud
I can no longer see a thing through these clouds
I'm walking around in a fog in a mist
Wondering what it was this time that I missed
As the air grew heavy from all the things that we said
It was like all of those words they went straight to my head
I said “I hope that I never see you again”
God I'd never say now the things I said then
Here I stand with this cup in my hand
talking with ghosts that I miss the most
Ain't seen them for years still brings me to tears
So I'll reminisce about the ones that I miss
That I miss the most
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Postcards
03:54
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Postcards on the fridge from all the places you've been
Stories on the back of all the things that you've seen
I'm not really sure why I keep them all
Paradise lost I guess everyone falls
A year to the day since you left this place
The first card came all the way from Calais
I spent hours in the library mapping the world
It all seemed so big to this small town girl
San Pedro, you were only there for a week
Throwing pennies in fountains, seeing ghosts in your sleep
The church in the courtyard stood so true and tall
Till the earth started shaking and you watched it fall
Now the cards have been coming for so many years
It's like they meld into one with all my hopes and my fears
Will I ever leave this town that I hate
Am I destined forever to relive my mistakes
I can't shake that card with the church on the hill
It all seemed so perfect all is grist for the mill
The words on the back broke my damn heart
It wasn’t the first time you ever tore me apart
San Pedro, you were only there for a week
Stealing pennies from fountains, seeing ghosts in your sleep
The church in the courtyard stood so true and tall
Till the earth started shaking and you watched it fall
Now I'm sitting here reading the last card that came
The ink is all smudged and the writing seems strained
“I’ll always love you don’t ever give in”
Postmarked and stamped San Quentin, Marin
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Puerto Rico
04:46
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You wrote that letter and you left it by the door
In the bluest motel in Puerto Rico
Put on your swimsuit, made your way down to the beach
You said the sea was the place where you felt free
We lost our money, our home, and the cars
Premiums are what they are
So when the doctor told you “It’s back again”
You kept it to yourself like a goddamn martyr
Now the water's rising
And I cannot swim
The water's rising
Some of these fights we're never going to win
You sold your wedding ring, and borrowed what you could
You'd always dreamed about the beaches of Culebra
You said that we deserved some time away
You'd finally found your little piece of heaven
Now the water's rising
And I cannot swim
The water's rising
Some of these fights we're never going to win
Now I'm the asshole mad at the world
I'm the asshole mad at you
You got to say your goodbyes
All I got was less time with you
Now the water's rising
And I cannot swim
The water's rising
Some of these fights we're never going to win
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First Time I Lost You
04:20
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They say all of the things that we must endure
Make us grow stronger and more self assured
But the hurt and the pain it never grows old
Each heartache we heal takes a piece of our soul
I'm a fool, i'm a goddamn fool, oh I am a fool, baby for you
The first time I lost you I lost myself
In the pages of books laying there on my shelf
I lost you in Paris and I lost you in Rome
And I lost you again when we got home
I'm a fool, i'm a goddamn fool, oh I am a fool, baby for you
Now tell me again why you hide from the world
Like the rarest of gems, like a natural pearl
The love that you give can't handle the light
It blooms in the dark like a queen of the night
You’re a fool, you’re a goddamn fool, oh you are a fool, just like me
Now I'm running through these streets in the cold autumn rain
Like a drunk lovesick fool I keep chanting your name
But the words that you hear, you’ve heard them before
This time you tell yourself they must mean more
You’re a fool, you’re a goddamn fool, oh you are a fool, just like me
And I know that you know, that I know it ain't true
As you stand there so calmly just preaching your truth
And I wish that I knew what It was that we felt
Was it love, was it lust, was it something else?
I’m a fool, baby for you
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Dead Weight
04:32
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No longer keeping track of the passing of the days
As wrinkles grow deeper and my hair turns gray
I feel indifferent, I couldn’t care less
My mirror has been broken for years I guess
Dead weight on my shoulders
Dead weight on my mind
Aware but unconscious
Just let it slide
I got cold feet from walking cold ground
These endless plains, where nothing is found
Keep pushing forward with restless zeal
No time to stop and let the wounds heal
it’s easy to get lost, when you don’t know the way
your mind begins to wonder as you age
Footsteps get slower and shorter every day
You just might find, you go a little less astray
Dead weight on my shoulders
Dead weight on my mind
Aware but unconscious
Just let it slide
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Pictures of Home
03:39
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The headlights from the oncoming cars shine a light in your eyes
We ain’t been talking for miles and miles and miles
You keep your eyes open for the right exit sign
I’m counting the roadkill just to pass the time
Every year the same old scene
The whole family gathers round the tree
for those pictures of home
My dad takes our coats, Mom hugs you so hard you can’t breathe
She looks at your belly in hopes that there’s something to see
You put on a smile but you’re grinding your teeth
I’m standing there staring down at my feet
She’s a grandma with no grandkids
It’s the only thing that’s amiss
In these pictures of home
We try our best
To survive this test
Of getting from one happy snapshot to the next
And when we’re young it’s all in good fun
But the older we get the more we regret
Mom’s got us under one roof
So Dad shoots a film full of proof
pictures of home
At dinner we’re seated with my cousin’s twins, they just turned three
She just got divorced, now she’s taking a course in tai chi
The camcorders’s ready and the kids have to sing
Dad’s taping it over their poor mother’s wedding
Mom turns down the radio
And the kids really put on a show
for those picture of home
And so it goes
Thess pictures of home
Get taken again and again and again
And when it’s done we’re all on the run
And Dad retires to drink in his den
After everyone’s gone
Mom lingers in the kitchen alone
with those pictures of home
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Sam Cooke
02:21
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It's three in the morning and my head has gone
Somewhere in another world Sam Cooke plays on
Blood moon in the autumn sky
Fitting tribute to a dream that died
So break out the glasses and pour the last of the wine
Let's drink to our failures, I guess time's been unkind
While you pack up your things, I'll pack up mine
Loving me was just a waste of your time.
Loving me was just a waste of your time
But loving you was the best part of mine
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Josie
03:24
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There’s a silence hanging over us
Every night around dusk
Josie hears the turning of the key
She turns a paler shade of white as she looks at me
Life ain’t easy when your daddy likes to drink a bit
The beatings keep coming and you can’t see the end of it
“Grow up son, don’t be so sensitive”
Josie’s in the corner just trembling
I’ll watch it all burn down
Till it’s all ashes on the ground
Till there’s nothing left to see
There’s nothing but Josie and me
It’s 13 days since he found God
Josie and I,we know he’ll never stop
He looks at me and he smiles
“Spare the rod spoil the child”
I’ll watch it all burn down
Till it’s all ashes on the ground
Till there’s nothing left to see
There’s nothing but Josie and me
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When the circus came to town, all the kids went giddy with glee
But the adults had their doubts and they wanted the circus to leave
They said that the ringmaster looked like a pederast bum
And the acrobats they were heard talking in a foreign tongue
When the circus came to town no one was more thrilled than Anne
As wild as they come she was best friend I ever had
The tickets were expensive and her mom wouldn't lend her a cent
But Anne found a tear in the tarp and we snuck inside the tent
The ringmaster waltzed with his blind three-legged greyhound
While the acrobats up in the air spun around and around
And when they all came out to take their final bow
Me and Anne we blessed the day that the circus came to town
In the morning the circus was gone and so was Anne
Her mother went a little bit crazy she couldn't understand
In a week or so I got a letter and it was from Anne
And I read these words out loud to make sure I understand
"I'm gonna miss you, you'll always be my best friend
It pains me to think I won't see you maybe ever again
But I know that you know all my reasons, so I won’t write them down
Just please think of me everytime the circus comes to town"
A year passed by and her parents never spoke her name
When the circus returned they went looking for her in vain
Sitting in the tent they caught the ringmaster’s eye
He invited them back to his trailer for some (late-night) tea and pie
And they talked all night, they talked 'til the morning come
While the acrobats they sang a sad foreign song
Everyone in camp heard Anne's mother wailing out loud
Accompanied by that old blind three-legged greyhound
Another year passed and still they don’t speak her name
But looking at her parents you can see that something has changed
In the evenings they sit in the park and watch the sun go down
Maybe dreaming about the day that the circus comes back to town
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Pinecones and Needles
03:13
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I asked you with tears in my eyes “what's it all for?”
What can you say to me that hasn't been said before
What can you say to me now, I'm not long for this world anymore
I'm not mad at the world, I'm not angry at you
There's no hate in my heart, this is my truth
I'm just tired, tired, tired of it all
I'm so tired, tired of it all
Here on the outskirts of this city that I love
Where the street lamps do battle with the stars up above
The scent of the pine and the carbon exhaust
Mingle together slowly until they're lost
Slowly until they're lost
I'm not mad at the world, I'm not angry at you
There's no hate in my heart, this is my truth
I'm just tired, tired, tired of it all
I'm so tired, tired of it all
This old fallout shelter makes my skin crawl
Broken old bottles, graffiti stained walls
Pinecones and needles, old winter tyres
Kerosene rags for the funeral pyre
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Eden Prairie Helsinki, Finland
An ex-legal aid for death row convicts and some Helsinki pedestrians. Alt. Country for people fed up with the genre. Heavy on the lyrics.
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