1. |
Cold
04:45
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If I could be the one you trust
The one you trust when it is dark
Then I would be sure to adjust
Because that’s the way love leaves its mark
You changed my world and took off your shell
Took off your shell, and showed your face
It can be can be said: One can always tell
We stick together to finish this race
When love, love turns cold …
It can’t be bought or sold
No, Oh, Oh, Oh
When love, turns to rust…
You gotta fight for the trust
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
I think of you and I get so sad
I get so sad that I do not know
Why any living thing
Was ever glad
When one must someday
Sorrow show
I touched your hand
I felt in awe
I feel in awe each time we meet
If our heart’s in the right place
The frost will thaw
Teach me my love please I entreat
Teach me my love
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2. |
Cavalino
05:14
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Cavallino sat alone in a broken chair
Rusting alive in the Michigan mud somewhere
In a dirty ditch near the side of the road
Turning purple coal into green snow
A dog cowered...A baby cried!
I saw the broken windows of his double wide
Cavallino believed all his father's lies
The old man stuttered hard to describe
Weeping quietly he rolled his last zag
Wiped his mouth with a filthy rag
Smoked that final joint to its last drag
In the shade of a tattered flag
Only Cavalino knows
Wearing second-hand clothes
So alone that he froze
How he lived was lost to the wind
Even angels have to play
To learn to fight another day
When we take that old winding road
That snakes along where the old river flowed
Secrets are hushed deep in the grass
And even shadows are stopped to pass
The taste of blood
The sound of rain
Was there ever an end to his pain?
How will we make it through?
Here’s a pole, a line, a hook and gun for you
Summer heat bakes us to our bones
Bare feet blistered as we’re skipping stones
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3. |
Low and Sweet
03:45
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Remember that summer when
We lived with those nudists?
Now everyday we gotta fight like a Buddhist
Remember 'fore
Our love was forlorn?
Now I just sit around and wait for a big storm
Remember when
We drank Bordeaux?
And every road took us back to Ohio
Remember when
You moved back to Madrid?
And that stifling summer when
You had our kid
Times are different now
We’re off the track
The Times are changing now
We’re fading to black
Times are different now
Dig up the Dinosaur
The Times are changing now
We're still at War
Remember when
We were anarchists?
Nowadays you gotta pay to be a communist
Remember when
Our love was so forlorn?
Now the only thing I want to do is sit around and watch porn
Remember when…
We ran the show
Remember when…
We had that morning glow
The shoe fit but we wouldn't wear it
We had to work really hard to look like we didn't care
We might be low but we’re hangin’ on
Our hard times start flowing at the crack of dawn
More salt than sweet
What’s today’s price to be free?
For whom the bell tolls… Is it for you or me?
Low but so sweet
We’re torn… time to throw away the key
Sword’s live stuck deep to the hilt
So glad I've had my fill
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4. |
mi mademoiselle
03:57
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A faded picture of you
sits next to me
by my bunk side
and when the war ended
Se were still young
and so alive
Every torn page from our story ends
with one tiny little rip
But I guess my lies weren't big enough
to end this bad trip
Now my faded memories
are staining my bloody dress blues
and i can't swallow enough pills
to fight back my feelings for you
My doctors they can sit me down
and look at their x-ray pics
but the one thing you can't measure (in this old horse) is the size of his heart
mi mademoiselle
I feel your spell
Now they're telling me we won the war
But I don't even remember my final tour
Who doesn't want to be that cowboy
riding the range in Saskatchewan?
but all I'm known as in this dirty VA hospital
is "patient John"
Seems even my fondest memories of you
are starting to weaken
I stand on the stern
and the fog
washes away the lighthouse's beacon
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5. |
Shine and Rise
03:51
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I punch tickets on this downbound train
Shift's not enough time to clear my cluttered brain
Kinda mixed up but my intentions are good
You alway say I take more risks than I should
What else did I think I'd find?
When I bought this rusty guitar and gave it a shine
Did you think I’d write you a thank-you card?
for chiseling out my heart with a glass shard
Can I sit in the backseat for a spell?
Oh why is my life such a living hell?
Punch the same tickets get the same fares
Just another day with no answer to my prayers
I always wanted a different life
So I save up for a Corvette and got a wife
But everything went south in the dark of the night
I guess wasn't ready for this fight
Living with the dreams we know
And feeling the pain that we show
Why do we fight to survive
When we don’t really give a damn?
We don't save our fucking dimes
and everything else is sins
And why are we blowing in the wind?
When we control the hands
We can kick and scream as we live in this dream
But we can’t change where the altar stands
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6. |
Lie to Get High
02:40
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We’ve walked 1000 miles
We’ve faced 1000 trials
We’ve seen a million dreams
We’ve waded through countless streams
We’ve faced the morning light
You lie awake at night
Lying together you’re still so far
You’re heading straight to the nearest star
Smile to earn a tie
Lie to get high
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7. |
Pomona
04:37
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Your dirt is so lonely tonight
How could you be so wrong?
When you feel so right
How can we live for today?
Counting the minutes
since you went away
What’s lost only fades away
Tomorrow’s love
doesn’t even have a name
I wanna race all over you Pomona
I wanna burn some rubber on your track tonight
But you cut out my heart with your carving knife
I just love your heads lights ,,,,
What’s lost only fades away
We rip out our hearts
and start another day
One by one they made it home
Your momma cried…
but your tears never showed
Ring all the bells, sing a happy tune
But we’re all Werewolves…
At the sight of the moon
Why would ever?
Why would you ever take my Janie away?
Now my days my dreams are much worse
As I playback my life
Like a stratocaster curse
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8. |
Creating a Mixdown
03:29
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You can't hurt me this time
by running away
I'm too alive to be afraid
You're not gonna have the luxury this
time to run away
No I can't save myself today
by pushing you back
I'll paint it in black
Nobody's going anywhere today
but straight into the ditch these days
What can we do when
our sound's drown out by those waves?
What can we do when
our feelings are never gonna change?
We couldn't get rid of the pain by
gunning for the vein
By feeling disdain
You're not gonna have it in your stomach
this time to wish it away
Around the world
A thousand strong
Bounced from door to door
We can't take of it anymore
I gotta say its
a long, long way
Just to get back to
being the same
Our flag’s unfurled
and it won’t be long
All it takes is a kiss
It can happen like this
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9. |
Close .. in the Key of C
02:49
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I'm in love with you
What should we do?
`cause it’s the kind of love
That we can’t choose
What can we do?
When we don’t even make sense
Do I make your dreams come true?
You would always stay on rainy days
Then came a time when you went away
What are we to do?
When we don’t even make sense
Did we end it all too soon?
I won’t go
I could never leave
I don't think it’s normal to see
all this pain
its so insane
It really rattles 'round in our brains
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10. |
Pray that it Rains
03:53
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Maybe we’re peaking way too soon
Maybe the 12-bars we play won’t heal any wounds
The friend you make may rust but you don't throw him away
Sometimes these chords can be tough to play
We can't beg, we can’t borrow. We can’t steal
We can’t forget knowing what's not real
It comes down to us breaking their codes
They won’t get you down … We ride a dusty road!
I’m down but not broken now
I’m comfortably dumb (is what you said)
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Lonnieclaire New York, New York
Debuting back in the 90's, NYC-Rockers Lonnieclaire continue to make spirited choices in tonality and texture serving up a muddled cocktail of driven guitar, gritty vocals and gutsy songwriting.
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