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Nothingland
04:55
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In the land of nothing.
Nothing has to do.
The silence is deafening
Some things you get use to
Nothing has a way
Of creeping up from behind
Whispering sweet nothings
Playing tricks on your mind
In this forgotten garden
Nothing ever grows
Beauty lost it’s way
And there’s blood upon the Rose
The land of nothing has
The most spectacular view
The sun is always setting
On a mountain of nothing new
America America
You got something on your mind
Dig down deep inside
Tell us what you find
Oh Suzanna
I’m holding something in my hand
Keys to the bus to drive us all
Out of Nothingland
Nothing is a virus
Where it comes from no one’s sure
The greatest minds have not a clue
No one knows the cure
The hand of nothing wakes you
Leaving questions in your mind
Leaves you staring at a screen
As if there’s answers there to find
Now it all seems like
The plans you made are over
In the fields you planted rye
But it’s come up clover
Nothing is the color
you’d expect nothing to be
Blue rainbows in a blue sky
That no one can see
Nothing blowing in the wind
Nothing in the window
Nothing you haven’t seen before
Or don’t already know
Oh Suzanna
don’t call it what it’s not
Shine shine a little light
Take a look at what you bought
Nothing causes fear
Like the fear of growing old
Nothing keeps us alive
Like pretending we’re in control
America America
You got something on your mind
Dig down deep inside
Tell us what you find
Oh Suzanna
don’t call it what it’s not
Shine shine a little light
Take a look at what you got
Oh Suzanna
I’m holding something in my hand
Keys to the bus to drive us all
Out of Nothingland
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2. |
I Don’t Hear You
05:19
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I use to listen to you
Creep around my head
Going on about nothing
I clung to every word you said
but I don't hear you up
I don't hear you anymore
Vesuvius huffing and puffing
Broadcasting from the tower
I stood there streaming hate
With an audience of cowards
But I don't hear you
I don't hear you anymore
Chorus:
I hear a heavy pounding feel the foundation crumbling
I can hear the train and know the change is coming
Howls and whispers I’ve never heard before
I can finally hear my own voice I don't hear yours anymore.
Vs 2
i allowed your nonsense inside
graffitti lies in my head
all the fear and paranoia
Like a wild fire let it spread
But I don't hear you
I don't hear you anymore
(Chorus)
Last VS
I can’t blame it all on you I handed you the keys
let You drive us over cliffs run us into trees
I use to listen to all you broken conspiracies
Prattle on false narratives distort reality
But I don't hear you I don't hear you anymore
(Chorus)
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3. |
I Declare
04:17
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Before they they get suspicious
Before they feed us to the fishes
Strip away everything that we hold true
I declare my love to you
Before they say we broke the rules
Hand our fate over to the fools
Before your eyes they change from green to blue
I declare my love to you
(Chorus)
You may not think it’s necessary
No one’s coming for you or me
But if it’s the last thing I do
I declare my love to you
Before they infiltrate the dream
Drain the color out of everything
Before they come and they carry us away
I have one last thing to say
(Chorus)
Bridge:
Sharpen your knives cover your tracks
Here it comes the final act
Before it becomes more cruel than this
I declare it with a kiss
Before I Go and say too much
Lose myself sounding out of touch
Before i become any more confused
I declare my love to you
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4. |
White Cowboy Hat
03:05
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I found your poems in my shoe
Crushed like flowers and left like clues.
Big plans got made we dreamed like fools
All the while the pin was pulled
Chorus:
Maybe I’m wrong
You made the world
A little less cruel
In the hard rain
Laugh at the pain
And suffer the fools
Vs
In Marseille you talked too loud
White Cowboy hat just like a cloud
Your jokes would land like a fist
With big fat lips I Blow you a kiss
(Repeat Chorus)
Bridge:
I thought there’d be more to come
But the pin was pulled what’s done is done
Vs
I found your poems
In my shoe
I’ll keep them there
To remind me of you
(Repeat Chorus)
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I’ve got no one around here to drink with anymore
I keep rowing around whiskey lake in circles with just one oar
It takes two to toast what this world has become
I’ve got the booze I’d it share with someone
But I’ve got no one around here to drink with anymore
Dear dead friends
does heaven have dive bars
Hemingway at the White Horse
showing Dylan Thomas battle scars
I’d make a tipsy little angel
Rearranging my senses
Without any of the nasty consequences
Save me a stool
Among the drunken stars
I got no one around here to drink with anymore
My friends are all sober now I can’t imagine what for
Cause we’re a shit show on a rock somewhere in outer space
Staring at extinction of the entire human race
And I got no one around here to drink with me anymore
My friends like nature and
Going on mindfulness retreats
Don’t get me wrong
I like rocks but I still take it neat
i could use a little buddy
A drinking understudy
and a self driving car
to get us home after the bar
Hey sommelier what pairs well with defeat?
I’ve got no one around here to drink with anymore
They’re off doing pilates and working on their core
When I’m all hung over the chorus sings quit it
Don’t look at me I’m not the one that over did it
I just got no one around here to drink with anymore
After all What did God make great big ice cubes for
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Wish I could see it coming
And know exactly when the rain will fall
But the clouds keep a secret
No One knows where they keep it
The unexpected drenches us all
Wish I had a feeling
Like a tingle or an itch
maybe i could get ready
for what is ahead of me
Just one note to get my pitch
Chorus:
But it’s a punch in the face’s face that
That you have to embrace
We’re all tossed into the wind
The poor Simple heart
Is only guessing from the start
At how the whole thing ends
I wish I knew what she was thinking
(Go ahead and make a little wish)
Read what’s on her mind
(Is it better not to know)
If love was a book
I’d skip ahead and take a look
See what I could find
Find around the corner
(Tell us what you hope to see)
Pull back the curtain take a peek
(Maybe let it go)
But I can’t get inside her head
And Love can not be read
It’s a gust that blows you off your feet.
(Chorus Repeat)
Bridge:
I hear the bells outside ringing
I wonder what they’re ringing for
Do they simply give in get pushed by the wind
Playing melodies never heard before
(Repeat first verse and chorus)
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7. |
Unbroken
04:04
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I’ve broken all the usual things
Pencil lead promises teacups and dreams
Broke the mirror that was in the hall
When I put my hand out to break my fall
I’ve broken things i still regret
Left them out and let them get wet
Some things break all by themselves
Just give up and fall off the shelf
Chorus
Now If it doesn’t turn out like you were hoping
And I break things without even knowing
Forgive the fool in the dark groping
One thing still remains unbroken
V2
I’m not the only one you break things too
That teapot your friend gave to you
Broken luxuries on the floor
With all the other stuff that we ignore
Shattered fractured, cracked and smashed
Wadded up tossed in the trash
But Stronger bones in broken places
Broken hearts that time erases
Chorus Repeat
Bridge
Like a light with a short that flickers
we agree and then we bicker
Break it down and wonder why
it can’t be fixed yet we still try
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8. |
Sinister Lover
03:58
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King David I ask you in a song
Did it feel wrong
Driven to cruelty
Blinded by Bathsheba’s beauty
Chorus:
Now Some things like that you can’t explain
And this refrain is too short to try
So with a sigh say
The brilliantly colored sky
Is reflected in the eye
Of the Sinister Lover
Vs 2:
Hey Ahab what about you
How did Jezebeel get through
I guess You didn’t think
Now the dogs have blood to drink
(Repeat Chorus:)
Vs3
I bring this story to you stranger in a song
It didn’t last long
I felt lost
She was confident
Spoke with a rough voice
but her hands were soft
Cut off from the world
By a velvet curtain
It wasn’t love?
Stranger I’m not certain
But with the last burden of this song
I’ll say it with a sigh
(Repeat Chorus:)
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9. |
Saddest Man
04:38
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Silver bullets in the in the drawer
For the werewolf at the door
You wear that cross in case
A vampire shows his face
Turn these strangers into scary monsters
Make saviors out of all these impostors
Vs 2:
On the flat earth you find proof
You got zombies on the roof
Is it too much to take
Ignore it, call it fake
Look around for others you can blame
It makes the world easy to explain
(Chorus)
The saddest man in the land
Spins the world with his hand
A spider lost in the web
Spun by voices in his head
Vs 3:
All these patterns you see
Are not clear to me
What is it to know something
What it does and doesn’t mean
You let your little demons drag you down
You Let your love go now it can’t be found
(Repeat Chorus)
Convince the is that what it is it’s not
The facts no longer mean the thing we thought.
(Repeat Chorus)
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i can't write you into this song
When I try it comes out wrong
your heart is too big your feet are too long
No I can't write you in to this song
i can't take a picture of you
I am overwhelmed by the view
The camera's confused doesn't know what to do
i can't take a picture of you
it was loud where I came from
Left on the floor like a little crumb
Then I met you and I was struck dumb
Never knew I had heart strings
Till they got strummed
Pick up the pencil take aim
But nothing rhymes with your name
it sounds like heaven but it falls like rain
nothing rhymes with your name
No one holds a candle to you
You shine so much brighter than they do
You go to bed beautiful
wake up that way too
No one holds a candle to you
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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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