1. |
Goodye on Time
02:40
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Goodbye on Time
Oh-oh, it seems the schedule didn't lie,
the bus is right on time,
so I guess this is goodbye,
and don't forget to write.
2.
Oh-oh, toothpick chandeliers,
the chemistry of tears,
the vague traces disappear like a bruise.
Boxes of matchbooks and old keychains,
the pertinent remains
of the hours and the days.
3.
Fools gold, chase it to the hills,
mend the bag it fills,
like your heart when it is splitting at the seams.
Godspeed, the wind is at your back,
there is nothing that you lack,
if it ain't in your hands you'll find it in your dreams.
Repeat 1
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2. |
Asking
04:21
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Asking
Step back into silence, rest tired eyes in darkness.
The hunters are not hunting now,
the dogs are fed and sleeping
The song is soft and comforting, the truth is not important.
Easy rides for easy times, you might as well be dreaming.
[Chorus]
What's right, who knows?
I must be crazy.
Like you, I am asking someone to save me.
Burn the book of years that weighs so heavy on your table.
Take the marker from the water where you've sunk your anger.
Birds of prey held at bay will fly off to surrender.
More than that I won't ask or I will ask forever.
[Chorus]
(Bridge)
Time is long, change is hard
we worm our way beneath the bark
till we're buried in the driftwood
with the water and the salt.
[Chorus]
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3. |
People Who Lived Here
03:47
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4. |
Something from the Water
03:18
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Something from the Water
1. It's getting late and you're carrying your spade,
The night is heavy, pulling so much freight.
Your eyes are dim and flooded at the rims,
The Earth so still you wonder how it spins.
[Chorus]
You are picking through the sticks and twigs
in the earth around her house.
She pulled something from the water
that you can't live without.
2.
Staring at hard facts got your mirror cracked
All the years of hard luck
outside your back door stacked.
Through the trees you hear the steady stream
of current voices in the currency of screams.
[Chorus}
3.
Just rusty nails in busted rubber pails.
A muddy picture-postcard giving up its tales.
A crooked smile that waves between the lines,
it fades to mystery under pale moonlight.
[Chorus] x2
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5. |
Comparing Her
03:40
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Comparing Her
She is almost like a breeze, if she weren't so ill at ease
but there's a comfort that she brings.
There is something in her touch
of the bristle of a brush
painting on my numbered scene.
I see her shifting in her sleep
a gentle rising from the deep.
Her sorrows hard to count as hairs,
a girl eavesdropping on the stairs,
is always what she seems.
Her body like a trembling reed
in a hurricane of need
but she still knows how to laugh.
A fragile light that sets the stage,
a steel bar inside a cage -
calculations of the aftermath.
Her voice is like a question mark
that hangs twisting in the dark.
Her sorrows hard to count as hair,
a girl eavesdropping on the stairs
is always what she seems.
I see her shifting in her sleep
the gentle rising from a deep
disturbing dream.
Her sorrows hard to count as hairs,
a girl eavesdropping on the stairs,
is always what she seems to be to me.
She is almost like the wind
but comparisons must end there.
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6. |
Given, Taken
04:08
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“Given, Taken”
The cold wind, the thin coats
The leaves that blow to God knows where
The pale sun, the broke clocks
Old ladies that sit and stare at air
[Chorus 1]
A man begins to write a letter
“Things haven't changed for the worse,
or for the better...”
The straw hats, the bare fields
A bird is landing on a broken plow
The lived through, the laughed to;
Darker hallways to the here and now
[Chorus 2]
A man is sitting on a table
thinking about the dying horses
in his stable
It's time for liquor in your coffee
The leaves are changing
and so are all your misdeeds.
The tried on, the shrugged off
her clothes are lying on a chair.
He's turned on, he's tossed off
the weaker union of a pair.
[Chorus 3]
There's something given in the taken,
and all I know is that we're all badly shaken.
Instrumental
[Chorus 4]
It's time for liquor in your coffee,
The leaves are changing
and so are all your misdeeds
There's something given in the taken
and I know that we are all
badly shaken
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7. |
Find A Way
03:12
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Find a Way
Stepping over ticket stubs in the gutters by the curb,
you broke me with your honesty without saying a word.
You can finally get a glimpse of it when you close your eyes.
Stars are falling endlessly from sentimental skies.
[Chorus 1]
The story started once upon a time,
it ended with a princess lost in a forest of her mind.
Find a way to find a way to lie,
or be condemned by a society where sincerity's a crime.
Strolling by the graveyard where tombstones are hung like doors,
guarding sacred passageways to what lies in store.
Restlessly the spirit stirs inside a cage of bone,
dreaming of the wandering the will someday take it home.
[Chorus 2]
The bed is made you may as well lay down,
one last fragile spectacle for the grieving to surround.
Find a way to find a way to die
that doesn't find you looking back on how you spent your time.
[Chorus 3]
Find a way to find a way to laugh,
walk carelessly on open roads that lead you through the past
Find a way to find a way to die that doesn't find you looking back
on how you spent your time.
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8. |
No Tom
02:40
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No Tom
No Tom, no ride this river
I can tell you've been staring at its waters all your life.
It winds down into the heart of the city.
There will you'll find not a shred of pity
for your fear.
Put down that bottle and your daddy's suitcase.
Turn your head around, find a way to face
all your pain.
What is the dream that you keep on chasing.
Promises have a way of breaking on their own.
{Repeat all uptempo}
No Tom, no ride this river x3
I can tell you've been staring at its water all your life.
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9. |
What You Want
01:53
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10. |
Leprosy
02:40
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Leprosy
1.
Sometimes it feels like leprosy,
tearing away those parts of me.
I haven't seen for centuries,
since I was a better man.
2.
Take down the tattered book,
deserving yet another look.
Doesn't mean I have to stoop
upon its bitter page.
3.
Sailing up like satellites,
ascending to those breathless heights,
looking down on broken sights,
better off unseen.
4.
The torchlight casts a silhouette,
of this pleading body bent
over some spilled regret
I carried with me.
Over some spilled regret
I carried with me.
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11. |
Room For One More
04:16
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Room for One More
All the fuck-ups gather, and lean their elbows on the bar.
To all the fuck-ups out there, and you know who you are.
To all the good time Betties and hard-luck Freddies
busy shooting lucky stars.
2.
All the strangers coasting back to anonymity.
A few pea-brains boasting, “Hey, look at me!”
All the midnight torchers and reckless scorchers
of the family tree.
All the friendly masters of certain disasters
that never could not be.
3.
I took her to the movies, thought I knew where it would lead.
I had a lesson coming in answer to my greed.
To all those slaving to a craving
for something they do not need.
Take a suggestion, don't bury the question
“Are you really free?”
[Reprise]
All the fuck-ups gather, and lean their elbows on the bar.
To all the fuck-ups out there, and you know who you are.
To all the good time Betties and hard-luck Freddies
busy shooting lucky stars.
All the back-seat Betties and hard-luck Freddies
busy shooting lucky stars.
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Kyle Orten Asheville, North Carolina
Kyle Orten is a sing-songwriter who believes the lyrics carry the song. He has played in North America, Europe and SE Asia.
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