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Waiting for my entrance
Blowing past the street signs
Missing every other turn
Still getting there on time
Staring into loop holes
Faking every short cut
Knowing that my very best
Is on the other line
This is everything
Everyone you ever knew
Everywhere you ever went
Looking back at you
Tripped up on a green light
Waiting there for nobody
The future that I left behind
Standing in the way
What about the third time
Hanging in a long line
For a shimmer on a shoulder blade
Give me a sign
This is everything
Everyone you ever knew
Everywhere you ever went
Lookin back at you
This is everything
Everyone you ever knew
Everywhere you ever went
Looking back at you…
Staring back at you
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That dirty old t-shirt never looked better
Than hung on the frame of my beautiful Heather
She’s young, and I’m stung
Through all of the pain and all my denial
The arguments lasted for miles and miles
We went deep, deep into love
So long baby Heather
You were sweet to try
But I’m lost
And I’m too quick to love
The bedroom was burning, sweat on your face
The golden retrievers that slept ‘cross our legs
I insisted, you resisted
So long baby Heather
You were sweet to try
But I’m lost
And I’m too quick to love
Yeah I’m lost and I’m too quick to love
If I were the steam train you’d be the brakes
If I were Manhattan you’re a cabin up state
Long distance
My resistance
So long baby Heather
You were sweet to try
But I’m lost
And I’m too quick to love
So long baby Heather
You were sweet to cry
But I’m torn
And I’m too quick to love
Yeah I’m torn
And I’m too quick to love
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I fought for signs of life behind the crowds
Where flowers die beneath the man-made clouds
I swore another year would not go by
And I feel like staying home again
You are just the right medicine
I don’t care how we’re going to make it through
But, I’ll stay long as you want me to
The home town sings a song that understands
While freeways cut to ribbons all my plans
I’ve broken down but now I think I’ll stay
It’s so real, it seems so real?
And I feel like staying home again
You are just the right medicine
I don’t care how we’re going to make it through
But, I’ll stay long as you want me to
Nowhere’s a town I’m getting used to…
Seems so real, it’s so real?
And I feel like staying home again
You are just the right medicine
I don’t care how we’re going to make it through
But I’ll stay long as you want me to…
And nowhere’s a town I’m getting used to
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Songs of love lay on deaf ears wasted
Painters return to their canvas in the basement
You carved a number in the arm of my imagination
Pages torn from the books of history
Poets declare their words are mere confetti
Weep not for me, as I burn all I’ve created
But you, you can’t erase me
Songs of love lay on deaf ears wasted
You might think, you might think you found my replacement
But you, you can’t erase me
You can’t erase me
These old songs, they don’t need much protecting
But to watch me bleed, hell it must seem I’ve reached perfection
I’ll die laughing in the halls outside your coronation
But you, you can’t erase me
Songs of love lay on deaf ears wasted
You might think, you might think you found my replacement
But you, you can’t erase me
You can’t erase me
You can’t erase me
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Some call her quiet, others call her just plain weird
We hooked up in England days before she disappeared
Love had a way of crushing those she’d known
I thought I was strong, thought I’d maintain control
In her altitudes
These stones will wake her, stones tick her window pane
Her lights burn bright, can't she recognize my name
Am I a first or am I a scar of war
I’ll shatter the glass certain what she’ll use it for
In her altitudes
Miles beyond you
Altitudes
I visit her father silent in his wheel chair
Told him I knew what he'd done to her sophomore year
"Someday sir, the dreamers will cage the ghost"
Pressing my face into the hollow of her throat
Suppose I should have learned by now
Ain’t no one going to pin her down
In her altitudes
Miles beyond you
Circle confound you
Altitudes
Miles beyond you
Her circles confound you know
Altitudes
Miles beyond you
Altitudes
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Joke (Alternate Take)
03:06
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How can you stand there after all we’ve been through
And act as if good fortune’s nothing new?
You had me half believing that if your dream came true
I’d be receiving something too
But that’s a joke
And I was laughing too
But if you’re a joke
I’m a fool
The rat race ran your circles and I had to grab the wheel
The doctor said your ulcer would never heal
That’s a joke
You trying be cool
But if you’re a joke
What’s it to me
What’s that make me
I’m a fool
Now we speak of money which we held in such disdain
How once the world was ours, shit would change
But that’s a joke
And I’m laughing proof
But if you’re a joke
What’s that make me
If you’re a joke
I’m a fool
You’re a joke
You’re a joke
But if you’re a joke
What’s it to me
If you’re a joke
I’m a fool
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Early in the morning when the sun comes through any window
Breaks the promise that each day is a new early morning, through any window
Blue is the memory of her bedroom eyes
Green as the envy I can’t hide
Red is the color that she lays so bare
In early morning, through any window
Sunlight kissed me on my head of gloom in early morning
Glide across the bed then fade by noon through any window, in early morning
Blue is the memory of her bedroom eyes
Green as the envy I can’t hide
Red is the color she lays so bare
In early morning, through any window
School bus take them far from home
Take the children far from home
Take the children far from home
Soon to see how sad their lives become, through any window
Blue is the memory of her bedroom eyes
Green as the envy I can’t hide
Red is the color that she lays so bare
In early morning, through any window
In early morning, through any window
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These are the days
These are the good ones
After this it’s all down hill
I’ve got a raise
But something smells rotten
All good
Till you can’t pay the bill
Don’t know what this has to do with drinking
Hooking up, that’s all I want to do
But that old song’s got me thinking
Drink up ah-ah, all your sorrow
Drink up ah-ah, it’s almost tomorrow
Drink up ah-ah, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through
I’ve heard it said
Seen it written
You can’t stand still on a moving train
The seats are soft
Cabin’s air conditioned
You can’t feel
The wind or the rain
You ride along laughing and drinking
Hooking up with whoever you choose
But the train you’re on is a ship that’s sinking
Drink up ah-ah, all your sorrow
Drink up ah-ah, it’s almost tomorrow
Drink up ah-ah, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through
These are the days
Of ones and zeros
After this there’s nothing new
Of all the ways
I could’ve been heroes
Tonight’s the best I’ll do
I’ll figure out what this has to do with drinking
And hooking up when those days are all through
As the harsh truth starts to sink in
Drink up ah-ah, all your sorrow
Drink up ah-ah, it’s almost tomorrow
Drink up ah-ah, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through
Drink up, all your sorrow
Drink up, it’s almost tomorrow
Drink up, time is borrowed
Drink up tomorrow we’re through
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Who blew out the sun
Shinned up a ladder and snuffed out the life giving one
Can’t you comprehend the magnitude
When you blew out the sun
Who pulls down the clouds
Drags them back hissing and kicking to die on the ground
Why oh why do I confide in you
When you blew out the sun
How am I so blind as to abide you
Beauty belies you hide every wound
Towards the night we glide me tied behind you
Drawn towards the light of lost afternoons
Who punched out the moon
Picked up a stone and plucked the old bird in the eye
How will I survive your vicissitudes
When you blew out the sun
When you blew out the sun
When you blew out the sun
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Parador (Alternate Take)
04:22
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I’m your puddle of water, you jump over me
Your rusty old screen door, come and go as you please
Everything comes to you so easily
There’s so much more to you than me
So I look up find you flying over Parador
Wishing I had wings to fly too, wishing I was self-absorbed
Got to find another hobby, keep me busy and take up time
I’ll forget that you don’t call me and slip inside this dream of mine
Over Parador
Gather up my scratchy records, collect some extra time
Got to find another reason, to keep your heart from reaching mine
I’m your Mario Lanza’s “Last Concert In Spain”
Want to be your Getz/Gilberto
Making sure I get played and played and I’m not crazy
I’m not crazy
So I look up find you flying over Parador
Wishing I had wings to fly too, wishing I was self -absorbed
Got to find another hobby, keep me busy and take up time
I’ll forget that you don’t call me and slip inside this dream of mine...
Oh-no
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She's a thief
Deep in the tube
Snaggin' mad air
And crushin' 'em all down at Newps
I've got my board
Bored with the dudes
Followed her around
And I nearly got my neck in a noose
Everything she do, she do with a call of the wyld
That don't make her a freak
When she says forever, she only means a little while
That don't make her a liar
She freestyle
She was hot
Thermometers fused
How am I gonna catch her
Behind all the TV crews?
I've got the goods
Kinda damaged and loose
A double grab 360 off a
Twelve foot Samoan should do
Everything she do, she do with a call of the wyld
That don't make her a freak
When she gives you love, she's going to give you more than a smile
That don't make her a liar
She freestyle
Kickin’ it free
She freestyle
Little miss free
You know I can’t really call her mine
But I can’t believe she calls me all the time
One of those things that’s just too good to be true
Kiss her face again
Please don’t pop my balloon
When she says forever, she only means a little while
That don’t make her a freak
When she gives you love, she's going to give you more than a smile
That don't make her a liar
She freestyle
That don't make her a liar
She freestyle
That don't make her a liar
She freestyle
That don't make her a liar…
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Willie Wisely Saint Paul, Minnesota
Equal parts Minnesotan music scene veteran and Laurel Canyon resident/devotee, Willie Wisely remains that rare bird mixing profound power pop with arena-sized showmanship, a troubadour on an all night rave up, a cold kombucha on a hot California day, a McCartney-ite taking a break from his Japanese import of “Ram” for a quick Canyon run listening to João Gilberto. ... more
Willie Wisely recommends:
Poppy Seeds
by The Corner Laughers
Wonderful twee psyche-pop from San Francisco!
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Kelly Jones & I sing lead vocals on this fascinating popster album by Steven Fox, w/Linus of Hollywood, Roger Joseph Manning Jr, and others. BLOG POST ABOUT THE SESSIONS ~ http://bit.ly/WWSecretFriend
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Her voice is a miracle. Her writing timeless. I love it!!
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The Mona Reels take on record clerk mansplainers with catchy power pop on this lively new EP.
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Pop and Circumstance
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Longrunning Bay Area group Lunchbox draw on the hard-edged and stylish sound of 70s mod for their latest full-length.
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This Sporting Life
by The Smashing Times
Terrific jangle pop with an edge, somewhere between Television Personalities and R.E.M. with a bit of Kinks in there, too.
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