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That is why
it's just the sign of the times
it's the hole in the sky,
it's the last thing, we see when we die
You tell me that you are scared every day
I tell you that your fear won't go away
unless you let go of what makes you human
You open up your heart and let me in
this is a game that you cannot win
unless you let go of what makes you human
That is why
it's just the sign of the times
it's the hole in the sky,
it's the last thing, we see when we die
you fire your heart like it's made of clay
you go on record, just a word to say
that you've let go of what makes you human
so when the devil shows up at your door
time for collection the dues that he's here for
you'll have to let go of what makes you human
That is why
it's just the sign of the times
it's the hole in the sky,
it's the last thing, we see when we die
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v1:
A collection of records gathering dust in the shed
Some books & some letters, that's all that were left
Over his shoulder, a pile of ashes & clay
A burned-out reminder of brighter days
-- Here's to you --
ch:
No, that ain't a home, that's just a house
My memories, like poems, you can't wipe out
Beautiful ruins, not sacred ground
v2:
A picture from school days gathers speed in his mind
He gave up some old ways, some he couldn't leave behind
Rock stars, cheerleaders, he knew them all
The photos are long gone, but not hard to recall
-- Here's to you --
ch:
No, that ain't a home, that's just a house
My memories, like poems, you can't wipe out
Beautiful ruins, not sacred ground
-- solo --
v3:
His mid-life was sunshine, his late years were bright
His family numbered many, his spirits always high
The wreckage won't erase that, the fire can't consume
He wouldn't let you mistake that, this sunny afternoon
-- Here's to you --
ch:
No, that ain't a home, that's just a house
My memories, like poems, you can't wipe out
Beautiful ruins, not sacred ground
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That is why
it's just the sign of the times
it's the hole in the sky,
it's the last thing, we see when we die
You tell me that you are scared every day
I tell you that your fear won't go away
unless you let go of what makes you human
You open up your heart and let me in
this is a game that you cannot win
unless you let go of what makes you human
That is why
it's just the sign of the times
it's the hole in the sky,
it's the last thing, we see when we die
you fire your heart like it's made of clay
you go on record, just a word to say
that you've let go of what makes you human
so when the devil shows up at your door
time for collection the dues that he's here for
you'll have to let go of what makes you human
That is why
it's just the sign of the times
it's the hole in the sky,
it's the last thing, we see when we die
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AG Y'all - Playlist
03:39
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Marvin when I’m feeling, the need to know what’s up
Beatles and the rolling stones have albums jammed with love
Chainsmokers and Posty, guilty sugar treats
Time machine to 2 thousands for Talvin on repeat
I wanna know, what’s in rotation
I need to hear what II have missed
I wanna know what you’ve been listening to
What’s on your, What’s on your
Playlist
Sabbath seeking changes, Bobby don’t be cruel
Cheap Trick won’t surrender, Alice got no school
Kind of Blue for brekky, phantogram for beats
Sams a change is coming is a timeless treat
I wanna know, what’s in rotation
I need to hear what II have missed
I wanna know what you’ve been listening to
What’s on your, What’s on your
Playlist
Tired of putting on essentials, recently added’s fine
tell me what’s in your record collection, that’s not in mine
Ziggy and his daddy, for when we need to chill
Crank my foxes lady, never standing still
Operatic genius, from her majesty the Queen
Grimes to Phoebe Bridgers, never get my fill
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We'd hoped for better weather
The day we headed out to go far away
On the way she started out to paint a picture
Of what might entail a brand new day
The road was rough and filled with unknown
But we traveled on and on
A census RECORD of a history wouldn't sit still
A ball of CLAY that would ever say it ever saw its last line
Look back and find that there were generations carried by will
So many bumps that we had taken
Came off the trail and lost a wheel
The deep and twisted tracks that we were makin'
Showed the scars we had that might not ever heal
Only one choice to carry on
And we traveled on and on
Just couldn't see a better way
But we knew we couldn't stay
How did we ever make it through the times we just didn't know
A ball of CLAY that wouldn't ever say it ever saw it's last line
How hard that life would seem when looking back on so long ago
A stark COLLECTION of the stories told after time after time
Look back and find that there were generations carried by will
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Thought you’d light a little gasoline
hang your hat somewhere you might get seen, yeah
Don’t let ‘em tell you that it’s something you don’t mean
I heard the rumors going round this town
Maybe you flinched when the deed went down
you signed the note, you light your torch when the mob rolls round
And wouldn’t it be a shame?
And wouldn’t it be so funny?
If you were the one to blame
after all?
The saints call the winners
the hustlers call the sinners
And the whole town’s ready to blow
Someone’s pointing fingers
the allegation lingers
And everybody’s ready to go
shoot first, aim later
You dug your feet down in righteous clay
you thought you had a little something to say
with your disciples always passing round collection plates
You gotta know that when you crack your whip
your every word could sink a battleship
You gotta be the bigger man to set the record straight
And wouldn’t it be a shame?
And wouldn’t it be so funny?
If you were the one to blame
after all?
The saints call the winners
the hustlers call the sinners
And the whole town’s ready to blow
Someone’s pointing fingers
the allegation lingers
And everybody’s ready to go
shoot first, aim later
You’ll set fire to lightning some day
you don’t catch the rumors that way
The saints call the winners
the hustlers call the sinners
And the whole town’s ready to blow
Someone’s pointing fingers
the allegation lingers
And everybody’s ready to go
shoot first, aim later
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Suuusun - Pause...
02:46
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Under the eaves
In the corner of the middle
There peek new leaves
Pondering the possum's riddle
Pause... where you are today
plant your feet firmly in the clay
The bumblebees
With their soft yellow collection
Are humming please
Wait while we peruse the whole selection
Pause...
use the now well
There's magic that you could record
One day you'll tell
That you weren't pining for the fjords
Pause...
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Ride ..Ride
You Can Ride on my Time Machine my Time Machine
I look out the window everyday
the sky is gray
my hands turn to clay
Ride...Ride
You Can Ride on my Time Machine my Time Machine
Behind the red door
underneath the broken floor
below the ground
i can't hear a sound
Ride ..Ride
You Can Ride on my Time Machine my Time Machine
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It looks so pretty sitting there, unlit and untouched
But I have to admit, I don't think it's been used too much
The wick is still waxed, and it's been sitting there for years
It's made well and it's beautiful, but it's just sitting there
Am I just like that candle, never used for why I was made
Will just sit here forever, until I'm forgotten and thrown away
I want to be a burning candle
I'll be a fire in the dark
I will burn on both ends
across the sky like a shooting star
half as long but twice as bright
I will help light up the night,
Take off these self doubting shackles
I want to be a burning candle
If the winds of change should blow me out, light me again and start anew
and if your flame should die, I will do the same for you
See my flame burning higher as my wax tears weep down
And when my wick is spend, take my tears
build another up from the ground
Should I light myself on fire, do what I think I'm made to do
I may only last half as long, but I'm doing what I'm meant to
I want to be a burning candle
I'll be a fire in the dark
I will burn on both ends
across the sky like a shooting star
half as long but twice as bright
I will help light up the night,
Take off these self doubting shackles
I want to be a burning candle
Am I made to be a light
How far will my flame rise
There's only one way to know
Light me up and watch me go
I want to be a burning candle
I'll be a fire in the dark
I will burn on both ends
across the sky like a shooting star
half as long but twice as bright
I will help light up the night,
Take off these self doubting shackles
I want to be a burning candle
(Clay's record collection)
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Many of you might know I’m a stay at home Dad
Short all the stigma, it really ain’t quite so bad
Lately we got ourselves a situation that's driving me mad
Been outta school three weeks, and on top of getting fat
It’s a miracle I ain’t murdered these kids
Locked up, hemmed up, put up with all of their shit
Wanna tell these ungrateful squirts to kiss my grits and
Save me Lord ‘fore I lose what’s left of my wits
Tried to listen to records it wasn’t their thing
They only wanna hear Elsa and Anna sing
Even pulled out the best of my collection, Hell, I broke out the king
Gonna go bat shit crazy in this quarantine
It’s a miracle I ain’t murdered these kids
Locked up, hemmed up, put up with all of their shit
Wanna tell these ungrateful squirts to kiss my grits
Save me Lord ‘fore I lose what’s left of my wits
Don’t get me wrong, I do love my sweet little girls
Goddamnit Lizzie put her down and put on a damn shirt
If they don’t sit their asses down there’s gon’ be a world of hurt
Ask me for juice one more time you little squirt
It’s a miracle I ain’t murdered these kids
Locked up, hemmed up, put up with all of their shit
Wanna tell these ungrateful squirts to kiss my grits
Save me Lord ‘fore I lose what’s left of my wits
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walking down quiet empty streets
decorated with a thousand shades of green
everyone waiting in their houses
wondering what it all means
i can’t tell you what it all means
i’ll likely be the last one to know
but everywhere i look see a thousand shades
of green dancing sweet and slow
in my small home
i keep moving the furniture around
finding new ways to frame the light
coming in the window
take a moment when you get the chance
to watch the dust hang in the air
drifting in slow motion
through the ray of sunlight
over by the record collection
and back in my small home
moving the furniture around
finding new ways to frame the light
coming in the window
sometimes you wake up in a new world
wondering where you are
sometimes it happens to the whole world too
while it’s happening to you
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I don’t know when to quit
Every night some other song
Dragging me out of bed
Just to leave before the dawn
Somebody help me
Maybe I could just be something
A little more restrained
But I. Keep calling back keep calling back
Again and again
The same old friend
I may not think much of it
But it never leaves my mind
Until I’m clay again
And fresh out of time
No one can help me
Cause I go and help myself to all
The vices and it’s plain to see
That I keep coming back keep crawling back
Don’t know where to begin
I just want to see you again
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