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Jack & Jane
04:14
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Out across the sandstone
The arroyos sit windblown
Halfway through Utah
Just moonlight and blacktop
And Jane wants to go back home
Jack ignores her appeal
Jane feels so alone
As Jack’s hand hangs out over, out over that steering wheel
She’s arrogant he’s stubborn
That dark dark side of love birds
Waiting on a compromise
Has taken them four hundred miles
Jane knows that it’s just like home
Jack rips open the seal
Jane pretends to play with her phone
As Jack’s hand hangs out over, out over that steering wheel
Turn up the FM radio
Look at all the stars out the window
He’s the only man that she can trust
And she’s the haunted dream that he does love
Janie knows that he is her home
Jack he knows this is real
Jane wrestles with the fear of the unknown
As Jack’s hand hangs out over, out over that steering wheel
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2. |
Nashville
03:47
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Every now and then I close my eyes and see your dim red light
Feel pianos in your sidewalks, taste memories ignite
I’d be lying if I said I left you right on time
‘Cause there are days when I’d give anything to feel your touch meet mine
Nashville, Nashville, I believe the words you said
Nashville, Nashville, I still sing like you listen
Nashville, Nashville, I’m not sorry that we met
You can keep the things I gave you
But you can’t have my regret
I remember your electric air, alive with possibility
Your freight trains out my window, and all the nights I didn’t sleep
Walking in your summer rain, and finding my own track
Trading practical for dreaming, and never looking back
Nashville, Nashville, I believe the words you said
Nashville, Nashville, I still sing like you listen
Nashville, Nashville, I’m not sorry that we met
You can keep the things I gave you
But you can’t have my regret
Sometimes it’s all or nothing
Sometimes you’ve got to put it on the line
Nashville, Nashville, I believe the words you said
Nashville, Nashville, I still sing like you listen
Nashville, Nashville, I’m not sorry that we met
You can keep the things I gave you
But you can’t have my regret
Nashville, Nashville, I believe the words you said
Nashville, Nashville, I still sing like you listen
Nashville, Nashville, I’m not sorry that we met
You can keep the things I gave you
But you can’t have my regret
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3. |
Chacala
03:48
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Down in Chacala
In old Mexico
A calm disposition
Enveloped his soul
The beach it lay barren
Full moon was high
Crash of the waves
The sounds of the night
Out in the darkness the ebb and the flow
Clear of the breakers alone
Heaven stood painted in black and in white
Hung at the Artist’s delight
Oh His delight
Floating he knew that
While counting the swells
A big one approaching
In which to dwell
Then up shot the cannon
From waters so deep
A rush toward the land
The waiting complete
All at once it rose through the vale
Leviathan then took to the air
Forced and shot now coming alive
Flowing within he was fully aligned
Fully aligned
Down in Chacala
In old Mexico
A calm disposition
Enveloped his soul
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4. |
Rest of Me
02:43
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in the bottle all alone
swiping cross this fancy phone
may the next one she will be
all that i could ever want for the rest of me
for the rest of me
is her laugh an offering
a melancholy yearning
how will I know that she’s mine
all mine until the doubts start to redefine
start to redefine
in the bottle all alone
solicit out don’t make me whole
a futile solitary scene
may it not be self deceiving for the rest of me
for the rest of me
for the rest of me
for the rest of me
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5. |
Daydream
03:25
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Well I was never one to let a moment pass me by
You pull me like a planet gravity I can’t defy
You’re the open flame my fingers need to touch
You’re the drug I wanna take ‘cause I like you just that much
So be my, be my daydream
Be my, be my, la da da da da
So be my, be my daydream
Be my, be my, la da da da da…
Now usually when I’m flying I will fall instead of land
There’s a debt I can’t repay for the wind against my hands
And though I know where I must go I’ll get there in my time
And if I should I don’t regret the days that you were mine
So be my, be my daydream
Be my, be my, la da da da da
So be my, be my daydream
Be my, be my, la da da da da… (x2)
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6. |
Vivere
05:56
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OOOoooo
The persecutor of Jerusalem
Headed north as a vengeful son
To silence the few who knew the Way, the Way
Till blinding Light threw him to the clay
OOOoooo
Then he heard the voice of Jesus
Out on the Road to Damascus
Go and find what you must do, for all
But suffer much as Apostle Paul
OOOoooo
homicida a no amplius (no longer a murderer)
Apostolus de pluribus, pluribus (the Apostle of many)
qui per gratiam salvantur (that day by grace was saved)
redempti a vita ad vivere, vivere (to live a redeemed life)
redempti a vita ad vivere
OOOoooo
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7. |
Pilot & Crew
04:20
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Hey Na
End of June ‘44
Dawn broke across a B-24
On a run from Italy
To Vienna and the enemy
The Pilot and 9 crew
Felt the crack of the flak that they flew into
Bombay doors open wide
Luftwaffe tearing up their side
Hey Na
Fire in engine 3
As the bombardier dropped the artillery
Buffalo Gal would fail
Pilot ordered all men to bail
Hey Na
Hey Na
Prisoner 10 months taken
And so were all the men
Somewhere north of Munich
Saw ol’ Glory fly again
Hey Na
Hey Na
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8. |
Play It Cool
04:03
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I’m losing sleep
from the secrets I keep
over here away from you
and there are things I wanna say
to bend your stare my way
is it far too much at stake to bet on you?
but I really wanna see
a sequel to this mystery
it’s just hard to play it cool
cuz I really want you
give me a sign
or I’ll lose my mind
I just have to see this through
would you just come here to me?
so I can make you see
this punch drunk fever dream can come true
but I really wanna see
a sequel to this mystery
it’s just hard to play it cool
cuz I really want you
but I really wanna see
a sequel to this mystery
it’s just hard to play it cool
cuz I really want you
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9. |
Winter Wind
03:20
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We’d tell each other things
Secrets and our dreams
And both pretend that we
Wanted the same thing
You were young and lean
And I was seventeen
Holding on to that
Line we tested
Hey I held you in the cold
Hey I was oh so haunted
Hey I became quiet very bold
While outside
The winter wind did blow
The winter wind did blow
The winter wind did blow
The winter wind did blow
Carving out a sign
The innocence divine
Sweeter on the vine
Was what we wanted
You made one last appeal
But then your eyes revealed
The beating of the drum
And we both heard it
Hey I held you in the cold
Hey I was oh so haunted
Hey I became quiet very bold
While outside
The winter wind did blow
The winter wind did blow
Desire rushing ascended
In the sky while the stars hung suspended
Twisting in a world somehow upended
Oh how forever we would know
The Winter Wind did blow
The Winter Wind did blow
The Winter Wind did blow
The Winter Wind did blow
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10. |
I Used To Know
03:37
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There is something disappointing
Fighting a hope inside of me and
When I make light of indecision
Lose the ability to see my
Barefoot in Bermuda grass Sunday Morning
Yellow light running down the cottonwood trees and
I Used To Know (x4)
Moving back through all the lies I’ve
Told myself waiting for the scar so
Easy to evolve a cynical texture
Hiding elements of my own heart like
Sitting in the dark in my baby’s room
And praying that he doesn’t grow up too soon
I Used To Know (x4)
The epic of life be still to ponder
Lest the Truth fade to memories of what
I Used To Know (x4)
I Used To Know (x4)
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11. |
Shebiy
02:07
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