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I DON’T SPEAK YOUR LANGUAGE
AND YOU DON’ T SPEAK MINE
YOU’LL ALWAYS BE BEAUTIFUL
BUT WE FIGHT ALL THE TIME
MONEY DON’T GROW ON THOSE TREES
GOOD THINGS WILL NEVER BE FREE
I NEVER REMEMBER MY DREAMS
BUT I KNOW I HAVE THEM
WHAT WE WISH FOR… IS NEVER WHAT WE NEED
I CAN’T SEE YOUR FUTURE
AND YOU CAN’T SEE MINE
OR WHAT COULD’VE BEEN
LORD IF WE WOULD’VE TRIED
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I used to stay up half the night
Wake at dawn to see the morning light
Go and run six miles a day
Get a shower and be on my way
Now I walk for my exercise
Do my stretches when I rise
Knee injections to ease the pain
Oh lord, must it be this way
I ain’t the young man I used to be
Kickin back and all fancy free
I’m still chilling some
But getting old it comes
With lots of responsibilities
Life goes on and I abide
Grateful for this crazy ride
Still it's plain to see
I ain't the young man I used to be
I used to eat what I wanted to
A cheeseburger made for two
Chips and salsa for me to munch
And then decide what I’d have for lunch
Now I do my intermittent fast
Kale salad once the time has passed
Weekends are drier than the desert sand
Can someone help me understand
I ain’t the young man I used to be
Kickin back and all fancy free
Put my readers on
Getting old it comes
With eyes that have a hard time to read
Life goes on and I abide
Grateful for this crazy ride
But it's clear to me
I ain't the young man I used to be
There was a time when I was cool
Walking the halls of my high school
Playing on the varsity
Wore the letter and jacket for all to see
Now that jacket’s gone gray instead
Much like the hair that's on my head
And when I think I’m hip and so on fleek
I hear a young’n say, "Hello, Mr. Lindsley!"
He ain’t the young man he used to be
Kickin back and all fancy free
He’s still chilling some
But getting old it comes
With lots of responsibilities
Life goes on and he abides
Grateful for this crazy ride
It's an inevitability
He ain't the young man he used to be
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I’m not where I thought I would be
No map on the road to these dreams
Never been sure where I’m going
But I keep looking upward and hoping
That someday I’ll look back
And know what the journey all means
And through it all I’ve gotta
(have fun)
Whether it’s raining or the sun is shining
(have fun)
Look for the bright side and silver linings
(have fun) yeah
If you wanna make it on this road called life
Keep moving forward, keep moving forward
Whether in the fast lane or taking it slow
Moving forward is the only way you’ll ever grow
(You gotta) Keep on moving forward,
and keep looking upward
Because hope is never gone, carry on
Wherever you’re headed from here
Remember you’re more than your fear
‘Cause the bumps in the road make it harder
But the lessons you’ve learned take you farther
And the fire inside is your guide when
The road is unclear
And through it all you’ve gotta
(have fun)
Whether it’s raining or the sun is shining
(have fun)
Look for the bright side and silver linings
(have fun)
If you wanna make it on this road called life (you gotta)
Keep moving forward x3
Because hope is never gone, carry on
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The Cleveland Bay
Verse 1.
A farmer had a Cleveland Bay
Took off through an open gate
Wasn’t back by the end of day
Fair to say he’d run away
The folks from town, all gathered round
Poor old man, don’t you feel so unlucky
The farmer replied we shall see
Verse 2.
Weeks before the fall harvest
Something moved up on the ridge
That Cleveland Bay he’d returned
Brought back with him a whole damn herd
The folks from town, all gathered round
Hey, old man, don’t you feel so lucky
The farmer replied we shall see
Verse 3
The farmer he had just one son
He’d been breaking colts since he was young
Got to work on the new mustangs
Till one reared back and left him lame
The folks from town, all gathered round
Poor old man, don’t you feel so unlucky
The farmer replied we shall see
Verse 4
War broke out in 61
Davis called for conscription
The troops came for the farmer’s heir
Left him alone in his wheelchair
The folks from town, all gathered round
Hey, old man, don’t you feel so lucky
The farmer replied we shall see
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Luke Payne - The Lies
03:26
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When I was a boy
I had the stars and strips forever
Pinned right on the left side of my shirt
I wanted it known
To anyone that saw me
I was proud to put my country first
When I was seventeen
They came to my high school
Looking for a few good men
Told me I could be a hero
Defending god and country
So I join the fight in Vietnam
(Instrumental break)
You might have heard
The situation in the jungle
Was nothing like what was advertised
I saw a lot of guys get killed
But I didn’t see the reason
Then I came home to be despised
Over at the VA
They hardly take my calls
When they do they try hard to play dumb
I traded in my youth
To fight to save Old Glory
I was left just broken down and numb
And the lies, the lies
All their lies are still ringing in my ears
And it’s just about the only thing
It’s the only thing I can hear
(Instrumental break)
I used to think my people
Were made a little better
I thought we were a couple cuts above
I felt lucky to be born
In the greatest place on earth
I believed in liberty and love
But friends I have to tell ya
Having lived a little longer
I’ve arrived at another point of view
Cause there really is no difference
Between one man and another
And there’s not much anyone of us wouldn’t do
And the lies, the lies, the lies
Are still ringing in my ears
And it’s just about the only thing
Yeah it’s the only thing I can hear
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I lost the City
I lost my city where did it go
I lost my city where did it go
the crime the grime the empty streets
and those remained have turned to stone
Padre father walking down the street
comes upon a broken man pours holy water on his feet
Gives the sign of the cross then walks back up the street
I lost the city I missed the beat
I lost the city
Summer time and everybodys gone
Vacant storefronts neighborhood
Lost its charm
Waiting for a heavy rain
But the rain don’t come
I lost the city I missed the beat
I lost the city
I lost my city where did it go
I lost my city where did it go
the crime the grime the empty streets
and those remained have turned to stone
I lost the city I missed the beat
I lost the city
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I tried to rationalize
asked myself why
I've done everything to make this feeling
go away inside
god knows I've tried
I've done everything I can
told myself to be a man
and put it down inside and never speak of it again
but I just can't
I sit in this room and look at the walls
and say why do I feel this way
It's something I can't shake
No sleep
I don't want to feel wronged but I do
I put you on a pedestal
thought you were a saint
thought that was the case
but now I know that it ain't
and I'm in pain
now I'm in pain
if I could just fall asleep
maybe I'd dream of a way
to fix this problem
maybe something I could say
but I stay awake
I don't want to feel wronged but I do
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Out of touch, out of time, out of patience, out of mind
Out of hope, I was lost but now I see
Short of breath, short on luck, took the punches, got back up
Now it's fading like a distant memory
It's time to stand, it's to time lead (oh oh)
It's time to do what I believe, what I believe (oh oh)
Falling fast, falling hard, felt resistance , from the start
Falling flat , felt the moment me by
Not this time, not this place, wipe the dirt from off my face
Now it's fading like distance alibi
It's time to stand, it's to time lead (oh oh)
It's time to do what I believe, now's the time (oh oh)
br
Told me when to wake up, when to sleep
What to spend my time on, how much to breathe
Rules are there to follow, thoughts are never free
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Take my hand
Take my heart
Shake your head
Don’t you start
Reaching out
Don’t you know
Gonna shout
Gonna blow
All this pressure inside
No where left we can hide
Heart put up on a shelf
Sometimes I hate myself
Turning tides
Rolling in
Don’t know why
Don’t know when
All I say
Coming back
Haunting me
Heart attack
All this pressure inside
No where left we can hide
Heart put up on a shelf
Sometimes I hate myself
Thinly veiled
This surprise
Wasn’t me
Behind these eyes
Wasn’t me
Behind these eyes
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you measured prayer by the minute
And the sin by the pound
took denial to the limit
judged your saints by the sound
I was wondering whether you were
Waiting for a change of mind
All this time
Once we stood in common bonds
I used to be your brother
but I can’t stand here and watch you trade
one savior for another
once you found your heaven sent
now you just find it odd
you left your church behind you
just to build a cheaper god
and I was living in a different state
but you’d call and we’d hash it out
the gospel sworn we’d forged our fate
left nothing now but doubt
and we’d laugh about the good old days
and weep at what was left
and we’d argue if our years of grace
were a godsend or a theft
Once we stood in common bonds
I used to be your brother
but I can’t stand here and watch you trade
one savior for another
once you found your heaven sent
now you just find it odd
you left your church behind you
just to build a cheaper god
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I
Listen fellow travellers
Here along the trail
Oh, you kind and gentle folk
Please head my warning well
Should you chance to meet him
Just turn and walk away
You surely will regret the day
You heard of Diamond Ray
Diamond Ray
Diamond Ray
As wicked as the day is long
Name of Diamond Ray
Diamond Ray
Diamond Ray
He’s surely bound to do ya wrong
That low-down Diamond Ray
II
His smile warm as summer
His eyes so bright and fair
Be ye fooled not by these things
They only bring despair
A lewd and shameless villain
His heart as black as coal
They offered only 20¢
When Satan bought his soul
Diamond Ray
Diamond Ray
I dare not even speak his sins
The vile Diamond Ray
Diamond Ray
Diamond Ray
Lord knows when he’ll strike again
That dreaded Diamond Ray
III
Be cautious in your travels
Look out for goodness sake
For if he finds you sleeping there
You may not ever wake
I suppose I could protect you
And shield you on your way
But only if you’ve got the coin
And only if you’ll pay
Diamond Ray
Diamond Ray
He’ll trick you and he’ll drain you dry
That sneaky Diamond Ray
Diamond Ray
Diamond Ray
For I am him and he is I
That famous Diamond Ray
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Knew a man from Cuba
In 19 hundred three
Andarin Carvajal y Soto
Ran in St Louis
Loved his women, loved his dice
Went broke in New Orleans
Made his way by slow hitchhike
To the heat of Missouri
Weirdest race twas ever run
In penny loafers, August sun
Andarin Carvajal y Soto
Called Felix by his friends
Underdog he was for certain
One of Cuba’s best mailmen
Raised some money on his route
Pursuing his great dream
Saved enough then hopped a boat
Set sail for St Louis
Confident that he would win
Lost it all on his favorite sins
Ol’ Felix was a wild one
Showed up in working slacks
Saw his fellow racer’s shorts
And cut some inches back
Shots rung out, the race began
A cloud of dust befell
Some numb nut thought a car out front
Would serve the racers well
One poor fella he almost died
In a pound of dirt found lungs inside
The fellas went out running
They say the heat was hell
Was no water to be had
‘Cept the six mile marker well
Felix, he got distracted
As a man of good taste would
A man was selling peaches
Felix stole one cause he could
Feeling quite refreshed he went
Man, that fruit was heaven sent
Our hero kept moving forth
Like ol’ Pheidippides
Then you know he lost his way
In a grove of apple trees
‘Cided he would eat one
I mean, why the Sam hell not
Ain’t like they was racin’
And it was awful goddamn hot
Ain’t like he laid down for a quick nap
Oh wait…he did and that explains like a 45 minute gap
Ol, Felix fucking legend
Came in a strong fourth place
That is after Fred Lorz
Admitted his disgrace
It seemed that our man Freddie
Had got himself a ride
I shit you not this happened
He was disqualified
Ain’t no moral to this story
Like Felix the Legendary
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Shane Doggett - Wool
03:25
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Daddy please tell me a story
Something I can hold onto
'Cause the yarn that our Uncle has been spinning, now
Is sounding less and less like truth
Mama o' mama please tell me how the lamb has been a wolf in disguise
and the wool that's been pulled over my eyes is a Susan B original
Staid problems: was a bill goods, but the bill's come due
Staid problems: foundation came on the back of a black man
Staid problems: yelling "Freedom aint free!", but your running from your taxes
He say, she say: we don't quite see a problem
I wish we could afford to be so blind
Daddy please tell me a story
Something I can hold onto
'Cause the yarn that our Uncle has been spinning, now
Ain't turning out to be the truth
Mama o' mama please tell me how the lamb has been a wolf in disguise
and the wool that's been pulled over my eyes is a Susan B original
Staid problems: justice is a rare-assed bird
Staid problems: ain't no L-I-E like W.M.D.
Staid problems: swaying in the wind like a volte-face lie
Trickling down the scraps will leave us hungry
I wish we could afford to be so blind
Daddy please tell me a story
Something I can hold onto
'Cause the yarn that our Uncle keeps been spinning, now
It ain't the truth
Mama o' mama please tell me how this lamb has been a wolf in disguise
and the wool has been pulled over my eyes
Daddy please tell me?
Mama can you tell me, help me?
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LYRICS
I can smell the bassist’s whisky breath from seven stools away
And the drummer’s bloodshot eyes tell me the green room’s aptly named
And our singer’s screaming at me ‘cause he feels like it today
And I get this funny feeling feeling…
Me and my band, we’re never gonna make it
Never gonna make it, never gonna make it
Me and my band, we’re never gonna make it
We’re never gonna make it alive
Now the lead guitarist’s moving on three women by the wall
And our manager is pacing like her therapist might call
While the questions just keep piling up, the answers aren’t at all
And it’s such a funny feeling…
Me and my band, we’re never gonna make it
Never gonna make it, never gonna make it
Me and my band, I guess we gotta face it
We’re never gonna make it alive
(Showtime)
I can smell the bassist’s whisky breath from half a stage away
And the drummer can’t remember half the songs we fucking play
And we left half of our merch inside the singer’s girlfriend’s car
And my senior year will end before I’m even half a star
And we’re falling off a tightrope and we’re bursting at the seams
And we’re all drowning in our nightmares
‘Cause we thought they were our dreams
And I hear the singer asking “are we having fun tonight?”
And the audience is silent so he has to say it twice
And I hear the singer asking “Are we having fun tonight?”
Are we?
And I get… this… funny… feeling
Me and my band, we’re never gonna make it
Never gonna make it, never gonna make it
Me and my band, we couldn’t even fake it
We’re never gonna make it alive
Me and my band, we’re never gonna
No we’re never gonna, no we’re never gonna
I said me and my band, we’re never gonna make it
We’re never gonna make it alive
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She stumbles as she walks
Across the kindergarten field
Listens for the voices of her
Friends with searching ears
Are you Ebony, Are you Ashley?
What exactly is a face?
She only sees the colors
All the lines have been misplaced
One day you will learn my dear
The seer has no eyes
She listens for the truth
And then the spirits start to rise
Between the laughing children
And the chirping of the birds
She can hear the voices
Of the ghosts and their wise words
Only their faint whispers
Guide her through this foggy world
She only sees what others see
On carousel mid-twirl
Are you ugly? Are you pretty?
It remains a mystery
She thought those words were colors
And that people change like trees
One day you will learn my dear
The seer has no eyes
She listens for the truth
She cannot see your flesh disguise
She sits with me by candlelight
Tells me what she sees
How I’m seen by others
In the tarot cards she reads
The cards are Haitian Creole, Spanish,
French, and English, too
But she translates for an ancient man
Who’s dragging a canoe
She feels his pounding heart
The broken blisters on his skin
He says your brother drowned because
The veil grew far too thin
One day you will learn my dear
The seer has no eyes
She listens for the truth and then
The spirits start to rise
One day you will learn my dear
The seer has no eyes
She listens for the truth
She cannot see your flesh disguise
One day you will learn my dear
The seer has no eyes
She listens for the truth and then
The spirits start to rise
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The bombs are falling
the pain rings my ear
Just the doorbell, just the doorbell
To everything below
Thought we were past this
nature never dies
Cold show of hearts, cold show of hearts
Smashing little toe
Just a reminder
Keep on keeping on
Nothin matters nothin matters
Break apart a home
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v1:
What if I told you that the streets weren't really paved with gold?
'Cause I don't believe everything that I'm being sold
But I know that God is good and we were made to love
Maybe that could be enough
v2:
Sometimes I have my doubts that there really is a plan
Does the One who made the stars care about the also-rans?
The least, the lost, the last, the lonely all receive His touch
Maybe that could be enough
br:
Did He really walk on water?
What about the loaves & fish?
You know, sometimes when I pray, I don't receive my wish
v3:
It's not always about the small things, but the stories, they can help
Lord knows that there are times when I can't help myself
When I am weak and I am weary, and I need someone to trust
Maybe that could be enough
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