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Run Around Years
03:39
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All the young kids in the run around years,
caught up in the action, anything can happen
Gabriel gave the gift of knowledge to the babes before they were born
Bestowed upon them the secrets of the great primordial storm
We were thrown together as lines were drawn for a seventeen year long run
Passing time in unconscious halls, throwing stones, manufacturing fun
We were oh so young
Hours down in our treehouse days playing aviator cards on the floor
Sneaking out summer flashlit nights “gonna stay here forever” we swore
Now I’m watching and wondering how you got lost in the beautiful crowd
A nod in the distance across the hall I’ll wait till you come around
And we’re back on common ground
All the young kids in the run around years,
caught up in the action, anything can happen
We’re streaming out into the parking lot under glowing lights gone wild
Impulses rushing as muscles move in bi-directional teenage style
Now we’re together, bumping shoulders again, recalling all the days that we spent
That sugar sweet honey standing next to you says she wants to see me again
And, man, it’s like you never left
All the young kids in the run around years,
caught up in the action, anything can happen
Those nights were full of possibility
So wide open for you and me
These days carry far less mystery
All the young kids in the run around years,
caught up in the action, anything can happen
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Pictures on the windowsill unfold into the past
Children of the Great War soldiers pressed in glass
I was born in Indiana in the shadow of the smokestacks
Followed my father to the lines and it nearly broke my back
But there were blue ribbons on the weekend and sweet corn off the cob
They were golden days before the bankers shipped our jobs away
One day I woke to the American Dream and it’s not me Lord its not me
Curtains open in the morning on the streets of West Baltimore
Where there bars in the windows of every corner store
Granddad came North from Raleigh on the tracks of a dream
He had no idea how good his little girls would have to be
These babies I’m raising going to be boys on the block
The law won’t protect em I just pray they get up and walk away
One day I woke to the American Dream and it’s not me Lord its not me
Stepping off the elevator of a San Jose high rise
Most people don’t think a sea of cubicles is paradise
Got my papers and left Karachi in 1993
It took some time getting used to morning prayers to the east
I broke the world wide open, taught your kids to write the code
Now I’m worried bout the anger that’s threatening to close the gates
One day I woke to the American Dream and it’s not me Lord its not me
It’s tearing up our homes
I feel it aching in my bones
And I know I’m not alone
One day I woke to the American Dream and it’s not me
Now we find ourselves standing on unfamiliar ground
Feeling voiceless in the middle of these strange modern sounds
The rich are getting richer behind smokescreens of fear
While most of us are barely scraping by from year to year
I’m thinking about our children trying to figure out what it means
I’m talking bout the faces of these new American dreams we make
One day I woke to the American Dream and it’s not me
Will it ever be?
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You can follow the winding Colorado River
These days she rarely reaches to the sea
Siphoned out to sprawling cities and the fields of the Imperial Valley
Fading like the country she helps to feed
She got thirsty in the parched Sonoran Desert
Lying barren underneath relentless sun
So bored and restless in the lecture halls of Arizona
She dropped out and went looking for some fun
She got a taste for the techno beats and XTC
Halter tops and mini skirts well up above her knees
Forgot about the rain, never wondered where the water came from
Where the water came from
In the sun baked streets of old South Tucson
With their lethal mix of anger, fear and guns
Angel followed his family’s demons back and forth across the border
In Nogales he became his father’s son
They danced all night deep in the starry desert
Wordlessly unearthed some common ground
Knocked up in a foothills guest house far from Angel’s checkered history
Met her future in a blurry ultrasound
Her belly swelled behind manufactured levee walls
One last job before summer’s fast approaching squalls
Angel set the meet for the sandy Rillito River wash
Forgot about the rain, never wondered where the water came from
Where the water came from
You can follow the mighty Colorado River
Returning to the source to raise her son
She’s a fragile raging elemental river
Come September she’s the only one
Yeah remember she’s the only one
Just remember she’s the only one
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4. |
The Grand Design
04:14
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The sun is rising over the eastern shore.
I’m driving away from you but I don’t know why.
I dreamed you were weightless floating over a velvet bay,
listening low just like the days when we first met
Who knows how sparks will sound?
Who knows where soft spots are found?
Who knows when those little lambs gonna come around?
This year’s waning summer leaves are running dark red,
Clasping to shaky branches swaying in the wind.
Now we’ve got friends who are barely holding on these days.
You are all ever wanted anyway.
O my love she ripens on the vine and I find
Every taste grows sweeter with time and besides
I must be drunk on her vintage wine or am I
Lost and found in the grand design of space and time
I saw a sign
Made the bridge with the evening sun going down.
Autumn rains rolling all the way home to the velvet bay.
Nobody knows if there’s a before or after life.
Oh honey you know I must have done something right.
Who knows how hearts are bound?
Who knows why these bonds grow sound?
Who knows what draws your lovin’ arms around?
O my love she ripens on the vine and I find
Every taste grows sweeter with time and besides
I think I’m drunk on this vintage wine or am I
Lost and found in the grand design of space and time
I saw a sign, I saw a sign, I saw a sign
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Superman
03:34
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We both met Superman that fall.
It rained until first winter snow fell and covered up the sprawl.
He appeared outside the window, plain as breaking day,
A supernatural glow in the stubborn grey.
Snow sat heavy on our minds.
On chairs beneath the window we were searching for a sign.
We rolled that story over, trying to hold on.
By early spring we knew that he was gone.
Take a picture and hang it on the wall
of the room that we once shared when we were small.
Take a photograph and hang it on the wall
where we still believed that we could have it all.
Spring came in like summer that year.
With capes hung on our backs we knew that we would never fear.
We flew up on the swings outside, defeated every foe.
We didn’t wait for Superman to show.
Take a picture and hang it on the wall
of the room that we once shared when we were small.
Take a photograph and hang it on the wall
where we still believed that we could have it all.
Where have all the superheroes gone?
Sometimes I look and find myself still waiting by the window,
Searching for a signal, reading all the signs,
calling up your image in my mind.
Take a picture and hang it on the wall
of the room that we once shared when we were small.
Take a photograph and hang it on the wall
where we still believed that we could have it all.
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6. |
Old Flame
03:43
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Old flame burning at the edge of desire.
Its gravitational, you can’t explain, so tempting to taste the fire.
Old flame smoldering beneath the heat.
Thermodynamics always get in their way. Re-kindling bodies will meet.
Are you walking away in that transcendental state of mind?
I’m not talking today about another funky nursery rhyme.
And I think you should stay.
Old flame put a haze on everything in sight.
This fascination is consuming your days, cranking the heat at night.
Old flame so sleepless in the afterglow.
Its pyromania bedeviling your brain. Why you want to bellow those coals mama?
Are you walking away in that transcendental state of mind?
I’m not talking today about another funky nursery rhyme.
And I think you should stay
Old flame burning at the edge of desire.
Old flame so tempting to taste the fire.
Old flame, Old flame, Old flame.
Why you want to bellow those coals mama?
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The Barrel Fires Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
The Barrel Fires mix modern sounds and classic grooves into catchy original tunes with lyrics that dig deep below the surface. You can catch them cranking out good old-fashioned rock n roll all over the Philly area. The bands' sound and songwriting is inspired by the resurgence of Jason Isbell and great modern songwriters like Josh Ritter, Drive-by-Truckers and Hiss Golden Messenger. ... more
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