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Birdhouse
03:46
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Marvelous afternoon
from the bed over your head i see it.
Through the window where i put my head through
A bird flies in and lands on you
And your eyes open
To a Love Supreme
How did the bird get in you ask
- [x] I say i took down the screen
Hey you loon put down the broom
There’s plenty of room
There’s a hole window
where i put my head through
and I’m flying out of it
you can come if you want to
come if you want to
Long steps and nervous laughter
You start to say what are you after
You do say it’s too far down
I don’t plan on touching the ground
Don’t you see what i mean i say
As i flap my arms like wings
(repeat chorus)
Thought i was joking
Thought i was on the ledge
your mouth dropped open
When you looked over the edge
And that’s when i pulled you into something
you don’t have to see to believe in
(repeat chorus)
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Little bottles and cigarettes.
The new year’s not so new
Resolutions become regrets
You let it get to you
All heads shake
All hearts break
All hands wave goodbye
Try slow down
The Merry go round
Give it one more try
(Chorus)
You give up and go
down like a martyr
we keep walking
walking through the water
You give up and go down like a martyr
We give in and keep
waking through the water
Large eyes laughing
babble and tears
Your Heroes died on you
Bury them up above your head
And pray they’ll pull you through
Knock me out
Flap and shout
You just crawl away
Sky turns black
The Clay feet crack
Nothing left to say
(Chorus)
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New Store No.2
04:51
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Beirut Lebanon to
To a small Arkansas town
K J Jamell dug his
roots into the ground.
That town leans like a sunken ship in forgotten waters
Where a Lebanese man married the youngest of seven daughters
Got drunk with pretty boy Floyd
loaded cannons in the Korean War.
Sharpened knives and pedaled Levi's
Then opened a general store
Chorus
Where Petit jean lies on top of the mountain
And the paper mill makes the whole town smell rotten
Sammie races trains driving the boys insane
New Store Number Two gone but not forgotten
He was the king
she was the queen
and fig trees surrounded the castle
Now they're all dead and
The crown from his head
Sits on the head of a jackal
Masters of mankind mark off the scene.
In the shape of the American Dream
Now that dream swings
In the warm southern breeze
In the shade of the tall forgotten trees
(Chorus)
Bridge
Was it Magic he mumbled
No one understood what he said
But with two fingers He lifted the table above his head.
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Eloise
03:05
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Just me and the brush
In a small room near the roof
Believe in Eloise
We’re searching for the proof
The invisible
The silent touch the breeze
color and shape escape
when it comes to Eloise
For a moment I see her
I turn but I’m dreaming
The muscles in the hand
Don’t seem to understand
The lovely face of Eloise
So I take a drink
and spray it on the wall
a portrait of me by the phone named
Eloise please call
In the wall theres a whisper
I turn but I’ve missed her
The muscles in the hand
Don’t seem to understand
The sunken eyes of Eloise
And a million other boys
With brushes just like mine
are searching in the paint
for the perfect rhyme
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5. |
Cause and Effect
03:39
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Summer rain fell on Col. Glen
and made the hot asphalt shine.
Wade was behind the wheel
I was there by his side.
Memories that I lost
Dots I can’t connect.
Are around the bend
On Col. Glen
with the cause and effect
Head on into the sun
As we lost control
I was reaching for the door
as it began to fold.
No I cant explain, change it or correct
What was lost As we got tossed
To the cause and effect
Blame it on the stars
Blame it on black ice
Blame it on the little mistakes
but fate still sets the price
Imagine a different day
where it did not rain
Imagine if we’d never slid
into the other lane
Imagine all you want
But it’s never what you expect
Its just a little life we share
With the cause and effect
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Woman can you tell me
tell me what this poor world needs.
Man let the garden let the garden get consumed by weeds
You know that the the snake is lying.
In the tall grass tell me what he’s hiding
(Chorus)
I’d ask god but he’s gone missing.
Left that snake in the garden hissing.
Tell me mama I promise I’ll listen.
Most of what I know I've learned from women.
(2nd)
Woman can you tell me
what we've lost through compromising.
Man set a fire
And wonders why the temperature’s rising.
You know that we’re torn asunder
the rivers have swollen And we’re going under.
(Repeat chorus)
(Bridge)
Pick up that snake by his skinny lips
Give him a taste of the apocalypse
shake up his world till the tables flip
then turn up the music make my backbone slip
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I wasn't concerned till now
I knew i’d survive somehow
Never cared much there was no one to touch
I wasn't concerned till now
It never mattered before
If the enemy was outside my door
If locusts rained down and covered the ground
It never mattered before.
I never cared if the world was a mess.
Tell me what was I gonna do.
My heart wasn't in till now
But until now there wasn't a you.
I'm turning off all of the lights
My heart feels battered and bruised
I wasn’t concerned
If the world even turned
But Until now there wasn’t a you.
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Jack Lee's Dead
03:39
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ack Lee’s dead
Down kings road
In a field outside of town
I pulled the trigger
But your breath blew the Bullet down
Here’s a rose
to show my love
They were growing round his head.
Blood on the stem
Proves that jack is dead.
You can trust me I’m the one
Feel how a bullet heats the barrel of a gun.
No regrets lover girl
Spare me the surprise
I did what you asked
right between his eyes
Jack and coke spare the ice
But before we celebrate
Wrap your fingers round the barrel and feel the heat escape
Silent night close your eyes
Watch it all go down
The knuckle squeezing back
The body hit the ground
Life’s a cheap paperback
We traded his for mine
You wrote a murder masterpiece and I just read the lines.
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9. |
Dear Songwriter
03:28
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Dear songwriter
Did you take my muse
I know that crooked hat
She gave me one too
Maybe she gave up and walked away
Tired of me and the same Chords I always play
Dear songwriter
You can have my pen
to make it write
light a match and heat up the end
Press down hard That use to work for me
Now I’m scarred where the hooks dug into my memory
I know you see her
i hear it in your songs
the melody destroys me
The harmonies are strong and no cliches like the ones i play
when she’s gone
Dear songwriter
When you see my muse
Tell Her I, I want back all
the notebooks we used.
The worn out ones
that we filled with ghosts
The haunted ones that we always used the most
(Bridge)
You can keep that Stupid hat
I never liked the way it sat
Besides The irony was lost on me.
Dear songwriter
When you lose your mind
I’ll take back all the things
that once were mine
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10. |
The Song Turns Blue
04:05
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It all starts with some small thing
Like a God damn bird with a song to sing
BUT One note sounds off to you
This is how the song turns blue
Then you FEEL the ground beneath you roll
A Wave of heartbreak in your soul
You're Desperate nothing to do
This is how the song turns blue
Chorus
It flows through everything
A rumble and the whispering
Tangled up in brackish green
I make my own color scheme
So I can keep my heart beating.
And the one-eyed judge flips the bird
As the crud for justice go unheard
Our leaders sound Disturbed to you
This is how the song turns blue.
(Bridge)
And you hold a gun to the farmers head
So Seeds of greed are grown instead
Instead Of love so much to lose
This is how the song turns blue.
the song turns blue
Ignorance is an empty well
Where the dream we all once shared fell
The hearts that know this to be true.
Were the first to turn the song deep blue.
(Chorus)
I went up to the Tower of song
I went inside but everyone was gone
Just a blue raincoat some blue suede shoes
I sat and Watched the moon turn blue
It all starts with some small thing. A rumble or a whispering
Clear your throat listen for the cue
And Sing along as the song turn blue.
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Chris Maxwell Woodstock, New York
Chris made his name in the ’90 playing guitar and writing songs for the jagged junkyard rock of the legendary New York band Skeleton Key. Before that, he was the principal songwriter of Little Rock, Arkansas’ first band to be signed to a major label, the Gunbunnies, whose Southern Gothic jangle the L.A. Times characterized “…as if the Beatles met Faulkner on E Street." ... more
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