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Changes In The Wind
03:45
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Something’s changed
Could be me, could be you
You used to say you loved me
Now I wonder was that true?
That moving out and moving on look
Hangs heavy in your eyes…
Something old, something new
Something borrowed, something blue
Wonder what became of me and you?
Changes in the wind
There was a time
When nothing kept us apart
But something’s going down
In both our hearts
I lie awake half the night when you’re not there
Wondering who you’re with and where
One more Scotch
One more cigarette
Drinking alone
Remembering too much to forget
Missing you even when you’re in the room
Knowing you won’t be, soon
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Dues To The Blues
05:36
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Baby stayed out all night long
But it's not for me to say what's right or wrong
I can't win, nothing too much to lose
But I've been up all night, paying my dues to the blues
Yonder comes my baby, playing by the book
These days she wears that loved-on look
She's OK, tells me she's feeling fine
But she's with someone else now, never really was mine
If my brain is loaded and my eyes are red
It still takes more than whisky to smash my head
I can't win, wish I had some more to lose
Still, I've been up all night, just paying my dues to the blues
She's a foxy lady with an easy smile
I have to take it slowly every once in a while
I can't win, wish I had some more to lose
But it feels just right still paying my dues to the blues
She knows I can't complain out here on Easy Street
But I keep on looking and there's no one to meet
I can't win…
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Pick My Pocket
02:25
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Got no fare
For a boat or plane
I got shoes to walk
But I'm here just the same
Buddy, you can pick my pocket
Got no greens to lose
Just a handful of empty
And a head full of blues
I keep looking for a highway
I can make it down alone
With every hobo, sewer rat
And rolling stone
I keep on thinking
Just how nice it might feel
To wake up two days older
Hypnotized by burning wheels
I've got a new way of spelling
Ecstasy
E is for Exit
And the rest is blowing free
Buddy, you can pick my pocket
Got no greens to lose
Just a handful of empty
And a head full of blues
Just a hat full of empty
And a guitar full of blues
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Singing In The Street
02:40
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I thought I heard you singing in the street
You couldn't hold the tune, but the words were sweet
I don't know who you were singing for
I don't even wish it was me
And I remember once I caught you crying
I was half-asleep, your body next to mine
You wouldn't say what you were crying for
I suppose it might have been me
And once I heard you singing in the street
You couldn't hold the tune, but the words were sweet
I heard that song too long ago
There's nothing more to say
"Of course I love you
I told you so"
"Yes, I remember
But it seems so long ago"
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Carpenter Street
02:46
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It’s my beat / if I care to shuffle my feet
I don’t need saving / from Carpenter Street
I think I’ll throw a party / Asking all my friends
Turn on the lights and music / I’ll be leaving then
Damn you girl / You did your worst for me
Then swept away / On a wave of ESP
Sometimes I tell myself / You didn’t hurt so much
But still that irony / Is such a slender crutch
Paper constellations / Still have words to say
But really nothing changes / Since you went away
I have wings of silver / I have eyes of glass
You could have flown with me / All you had to do was ask
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Dead Man's Alley
04:00
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Up dead man’s alley, going down Main
Dead man’s alley, going down Main
Dead man’s alley, going down Main
Looking for a woman that use cocaine
Drop back mama, won’t you let me be
Drop back mama, let me be
Drop back mama, and let me be
Cold turkey got his claws in me
Some say the cocaine habit is bad
Some folks say cocaine is bad
Some say cocaine habit is bad
Stone-cold turkey worst I had
Never miss your water till the well run dry
Never miss your water till the well run dry
Never miss your man till he walk on by, walk on, walk on by
Coming up State Street, running down Main
Coming up State Street, running down Main
Coming up State Street, running down Main
Looking for the man who sell cocaine
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We Never Will Have Paris
03:52
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I know that this is going nowhere
But a honeymoon in Heartbreak Hotel
Yet it seems that all I've done is think about you
For longer years than I have words to tell x2
Sometimes I catch myself still hoping
Just once more to see you smile
In spite of all the harsh words passed between us
And all these long and weary miles x2
Perhaps you're on your own tonight
Somewhere out there in the rain
Caught between the raindrops, still hoping
You'll never be this sad again x2
Again and again along the highway
We kissed at the turning of the road
Till somewhere I forgot to say goodbye
Down some sleepy byway on my own x2
I know we never will have Paris
No more foggy days in London Town
Now I wonder if you ever wonder
If going up was worth the coming down x2
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Ice To The Flame
03:25
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Turn to the morning and trust to the dawn
With the sun in your face take the chance to be born
Leave all the leavings that time has outgrown
Turn to the morning and trust to the dawn
Ice to the flame, the sun to the rain
I am Life, I am Death, and Love is my name
Wind on the water, a blight on the heart
The fall of the dice and the turn of the card
Axe to the tree, the scythe to the corn
Turn to the morning and trust to the dawn
Ice to the flame, the sky to the sea
All is One and All is in Me
Tongue to the bell, an end to the start
Trust to time, lend an ear to your heart
Wax to the candle and brass to the horn
Turn to the morning and trust to the dawn
Ice to the flame, the sun to the rain
I am Life, I am Death, and Love is my name
Rust to the sword, an edge to the blade
The Healer, the Scourge, the Price to be Paid
Love is the Singer and Love is the Song
Turn to the morning and trust to the dawn
Ice to the flame, the sky to the sea
All is One and All is in Me
Blood on the dagger, a fire in the veins
The sweet and the bitter, rainbow and rain
The Knight and the Jester, the Queen and the Pawn
Turn to the morning and trust to the dawn
Ice to the flame, the sun to the rain
I am Life, I am Death and Love is my name
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Accelerated Lady
03:49
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Between the bar and the dance floor
Thinking that maybe
I might just catch up
To my accelerated lady
Why don't you keep on dancing?
Dance on by
Watching you at a party
Too drunk to see
What it might take
To make you come and talk to me
But you'd better keep on dancing
Dance on by
What makes you think
I should apologise
For once drowning
In those bedroom eyes
Why don't you keep on dancing?
Dance on by
Lights run hot
But the bottle's not yet dry
With a little luck and whisky
I'll forget even your name by midnight
Better keep on dancing
Dance on by
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Birdlime
02:53
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Miles of air is all I need
Jab on the starter and pick up speed
Stand back lady and watch me feed my heels
Got to get you out of my head
There’s new juice keeping my motor fed
From today I’m the fastest thing on wheels
You’re birdlime baby
And you should know
You’re bad news baby
Everywhere you go
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Strange landscape
of soda lights
blank windows
city nights
The Lord of Revels folded up
the streetcorner faces
the small hours swallowed whole
and Cinders hurries home from the ball
Cinders you’re the saddest song I’ve sung
barely grown, aching and alone
fingers fumbled numbly for the key
to fit that Bluebeard’s door
and she wondered “is that all?”
She lets herself in
from the cold into the cold
creeps up creaking stairs
and hopes that no-one calls
and still the war drags on
but there was fresh blood spilt tonight
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Embers
03:38
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Spring flowers may be the sweetest
April may bring the brightest blooms
September seems so far ahead
For looking forward to a harvest moon
Sometimes burning love turns to ashes
Passions cool and fade in time
But the best love songs last forever
And the sweetest song of all is yours and mine
Between those summer kisses
The greenest summer scenery needs rain
Sometimes stolen kisses are sweeter
The other side of blame and pain
There's glory in an autumn sunset
Autumn leaves bring colours of their own
Less time for risk and adventure
More time for the comforts of home
Colours fading into winter
Still seeking shelter from the storm
In the ashes of a summer passion
The embers still can keep us warm
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Seesaw (Flying Home)
03:39
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Landscapes dissolve into flashback
With sleep in my eyes I’m on the run
From memory’s slo-mo home movie
To ride a friendly breeze blowing North
Flying home
Daubed with the ash of friendships
And laughing all the while
Once you came to me
Still shy of the stranger’s smile
Careless of time and changes
In the catacombs we spread our tiny wings
And from here I can’t see
Was that the moon flying high or was it me
Flying home?
And if you’d never said you loved me
We might not have come to harm
I might have slept forever
Nailed to the cross of your arms
Now which end of the seesaw is Susie?
Where’s that happy ending now?
Lost somewhere between the church and the laundromat
A bird with one wing down
Flying home
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Cut-Rate Rolling Stone
03:13
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I never could hold down a job more than a month or so
Mostly I'd get itchy feet, and down the road I'd go
But I never meant to live the kind of life I've known
I guess I was designed to be a cut-rate rolling stone
There never was a woman born who could tie me down
Some just quit trying, some just wore me down
Somehow I always found myself back on the road again
With a backpack full of dreams and just a roadmap for a friend
I've tried to put down roots in some places that I've been
Sometimes I thought that I'd found love but it was all a dream
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Singing In The Silence
04:29
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It was cold waking up this morning
Just like all the lonely nights before
But there’s hope in my heart even yet
Rising early to meet the road
My heart sings in the silence
Racing down that old white line
A sweet voice whispers in my ear
That I’ll maybe get to see you one more time
Every time the road gets longer
It gets harder to pin down that dream
Racing for the scenery
Escaping from the scene
My heart sings in the silence
Racing that same old white line
That same voice whispering in my ear
That I’ll maybe get to see you one more time
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David A. Harley England, UK
David Harley is a former professional musician, administrator, IT security editor, author and researcher, and former much else that is even less impressive. He now lives in Cornwall. More info at whealalice.com
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