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Just another Saturday
Left alone time slips away
Into the place where lovers pray
Just another Summertime
Where sinners bleeding artless rhyme
Drag us along for a weary ride
Painted scenes in lovers’ minds
Hoping that we’ll get there again
Mem’ries of the gone by times
Burning through who, what, where, and when
Never losing what we’ve been
Riding wind blows through your hair
Fleeting youth ain’t got a care
For anything that age lays bare
It seems wasted on the young
A bed of nails and iron lung
Seems that bell has already rung
Painted scenes in lovers’ minds
Hoping that we’ll get there again
Mem’ries of the gone by times
Burning through who, what, where, and when
Never losing what we’ve been
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Angela Caz - For Once
03:06
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When we met
It had been so long
But I was so ready
Found where I belong
And this isn’t like me
Jumping in with both feet
And this really isn’t like me
Living how I feel
For once
We went out
All around town
All bets were off
All guards were down
And this isn’t like me
Running off with a stranger
And this really isn’t like me
But with you I don’t feel danger
For once
So let’s just see where this thing goes
Just met but we’re so close
Let’s just see where this thing goes
Could be love..who knows?
And this isn’t like me
Jumping in with both feet
And this really isn’t like me
Living how I feel
For once
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I remember nights on Second
And the smell of cheap cigars
How you’d twist those little stir-sticks
In the shapes of shooting stars
How you always had a story
And I never once believed
But I never failed to grumble
For the gifts that I’d received
All those cities under mountains
All the flashes in the clouds
Oh the brutal diagnosis
You could never speak out loud
Was it your schooldays in Tunisia
Took your bachelor’s in Trieste
We’d need an atlas and an astrolabe
To fill in all the rest
North as the crow flies
Watch for your star
Out by the old reservoir
Looks like it’s over
We’ve paid for all our crimes
Best of the worst of times
Well, you spun the sailor’s portions
Off the edges of the map
I don’t know if there be monsters
But I’ll forever tip my cap
From the golden age of wireless
To the shattered moons of Mars
Your delusions, our uncharted
From the booths of old-man bars
North as the crow flies
Watch for your star
Out by the old reservoir
Looks like it’s over
We’ve paid for all our crimes
Best of the worst of times
The tale least like to ring true
Proved no fools’ gold, in the end
You were fading in the ether
There was no coin left to spend
And as you slipped beneath your slumber
Well I swear I heard you say
“Won’t you tell me a sweet story
Of the one that got away?”
North as the crow flies
Watch for your star
Out by the old reservoir
Looks like it’s over
We’ve paid for all our crimes
Best of the worst of times
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I'm running through these broken streets
my heart falling at my feet
shattering in pieces on the floor
with every new step I take
more and more of it breaks
and I'm worse off
than I was before
I'm keeping a calming face
staying in a state of grace
but inside
I'm starting to fray
the thread of the sweater
that is the angel of my better self
is unravelling as I walk away
and I said
I will never fall in love again
I know it in my heart
no reason to pretend
I've told myself many times before
but this time I know it won't mend
I will never fall in love again
you had all the signs
of a broken heart and mind
at first you didn't see me walking down
on the boulevard of broken dreams
we happened by chance to meet
two lost souls just waiting to be found
and you said
I will never fall in love again
I know it in my heart
no reason to pretend
I've told myself many times before
but this time I know it won't mend
I will never fall in love again
and we both looked at each other with a wonder
at what fate had thrown our way
another broken heart lost in time and space
both wanting a shoulder on which our heads could lay
for a little bit each night before we wake up
to start the day
will you never fall in love again
do you know it in your heart
no reason to pretend
have you told yourself many times before
but this time you know it won't mend
and you will never fall in love again
never fall in love again
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Almost Gone
E Bm G F#m
A C#m Fmaj7 E A
F#m A E G F#m A E G D
Saw the words on a wall
Listening to me
Heard the sound of a bell echoing free
They were almost gone
Into the mist
They were almost gone
Like a withering wish
I was fading out of view
Hiding in song
With an aerial view Hovering
I was almost gone
Floating away
I was almost gone
Wandering free
There was a time there was a time there was a time
When summer was mine summer was mine
There was a time
We were on an open sea sailing away
soaring into the wind circling
We were almost gone
Drifting away
We were almost gone
gliding through the haze
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v1:
It's been quite a couple days, all good, but just too much
Frankly I believe that I might be losing touch
With the things that give me peace, the things that bring me rest
I'm finding no release and I think it might be best
If I take a seat, take the bench, take my time instead
v2:
They say, "don't do it all," but God forbid, we're gonna try
We fall down in a heap and we're left to question why
We're running out of gas and the wind has left our sails
Pick a metaphor that lasts, but you're running off the rails
So take a seat, take the bench
Your health, it ain't for sale
br:
It's OK to work your ass off
It's alright to sweat and groan
Don't worry, you won't get soft
Just taking time on your own
v3:
It's been quite a couple days, all good, but just too much
So I'll take a seat, take the bench, and I'll ask that you don't judge
Take a seat, take the bench, and that should be enough
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All of my planning
And my fool’s gold panning
While I’m waiting for my ship to come in
All of my dreaming
And my midnight scheming
While I’m waiting for it all to begin
Tired of being stuck in my head
Waiting for a green light but I just see red
All I’m asking for is a place to stay
Maybe for a night or just a couple days
I’ve gotta get away
I’ve gotta get away
All I’m looking for is a place to go
Where I can push it all aside or watch it unfold
Either way, either way
White flag flying
While I’m secretly denying
That I’ll never see your face again
There’s a lot to unpack
I want to take it all back
I understand I’m never gonna win
Tired of being stuck in these blues
I’m waiting for a new light but I just see you
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Shane Doggett - Red '95
03:04
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The relays click, the fuel injection whines
Knock the starter with a hammer, a love tap, ya know
Forget the musty smell, she's 'got 'them swinging pines
She ain't no Auto Belle
Gets Me There, Gets Me Home
Jamming mono tunes- the left speaker always works (WTOB)
When it's hot as hell, you can welcome stereo (WNAA)
New Chinese tires, and a 'Sting Me' license plate
Wheels against the curb, 'cause there ain't no parking brake
Gets Me There, Gets Me Home
Sipping 10W, Rolling On
Gets Me There, Gets Me Home
Rocking "Draw The Line' and '12 X 5' From The Stones
I Got This AAA Card, And This License To Roam
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She started wavin like a church fan
Tappin her feet
We got a twenty dollar flat footer
Down on Main Street
You better belt out that song
You better lay down that beat
She come from Mule Barn Alley
And she's bringin the heat
Her daddy was a fiddler
And her momma played banjo
But she knew early on
That she was here for the dancin
Got that buck step, chicken scratch
Cornmeal on wood
Foot stompin, toe tappin
Fancy foot
She got that buck step, chicken scratch
Cornmeal on wood
Foot stompin, toe tappin
Fancy foot
She's raisin up the dead
In the Appalachian hills
And fillin up a pickle jar
With twenty dollar bills
You'll see her wavin like a church fan
Tappin her feet
She's the twenty dollar flat footer
Down on Main Street
You better belt out that song
You better lay down that beat
She come from Mule Barn Alley
And she's bringing the heat
She got that buck step, chicken scratch
Cornmeal on wood
Foot stompin, toe tappin
Fancy foot
She's got that buck step, chicken scratch
Cornmeal on wood
Foot stompin, toe tappin
Fancy foot
Foot stompin, toe tappin
Fancy foot
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