1. |
Gone
01:48
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My old man's gun
blew my dear one
clean away
dead and gone
I had two loves
Now i have none
Love is gone
solid gone
i'm out of drugs
and i'm all out of wine
No more tears
Nothin left to pine for
No more loose ends
None of my old friends
come around any more
There ain't no trains
runnin down the track
They've all gone to rust
and they ain't comin back
Time's goin fast
The future like my past
will soon be long dead and gone
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2. |
No One's Daddy
04:14
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I was born in a tar paper shack
He'd come around, say "your daddy's back
I'm your long gone daddy!"
Long gone daddy
No one's daddy now
Decked out in her calico best
She'd do the dog, then bring on the rest
for her long gone daddy
Gone wrong daddy
No one's daddy now
Light me up now, smoke my cigar
Now that's pushin it a little too far
My little long gone daddy
I'm head strong, daddy
You're no one's daddy now
Awakened from her slumber
He tried to take her sense of wonder
And so the dawn has blown him away now
The color's gone from pink to grey now
A powder puff to a powder burn
This time he's off never to return
He's a long gone daddy
Stone cold daddy
No one's daddy now...
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3. |
Comin' Down
03:38
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Rain, hail, trouble
Comin down
Sun, moon, sky
Comin down
All around it's falling stars
and fallen men
and all the little multicolored pieces
of broken rainbows
Space, Time, Heaven
Comin down
Lost like a rocket ship in Einstein's dream
It's all relative so that must mean
I'm risin
Life's too short to hold onto
and dyin's no crime
I only wish i'd told you one more time
I love you
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4. |
Jenga
03:32
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A wooden tower
eighteen stories to start off
You'd think it would be high enough
but we're never satisfied
always one more piece to try
A wish upon a star
a star upon a tree
gazing upon you
you upon me
i've never been on top
or won any prize
i don't believe in war
but i'm always down for
One more game of Jenga
set it up
Build the tower
weak and high
pull a piece out
from way down
take a deep breath
heave a sigh
Pile it on
all night long
Pile it on
all night long
Steady now
It's your try
one false move
and all the pieces fly
A wish upon a star
a star upon a tree
a once upon a time
a banjo on my knee
a new love is born
deaf, dumb, and blind
a heaven to explore
guess i've got time for
One more game of Jenga
set it up
Build the tower
weak and high
another story
could bring it down
but take a deep breath
heave a sigh
Pile it on
all night long
Pile it on
all night long...
A wooden tower
eighteen stories to start off
You'd think it would be high enough
but we're never satisfied
always one more tear to cry
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5. |
Hawaii
04:32
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As i walked by
the Sunshine drug store
There was some guy
outside the front door
sayin i could win a trip for two
a taste of somethin new
Hawaii
I heard a sound
it felt like thunder
i gave the man
my name and number
Said, "set me up
down on some distant shore
i've never seen before"
Hawaii
Rain fell all day,
now night is fallin
From far away
I hear it callin
Is it my fate
to come upon by chance
this thing they call romance?
Late night thoughts,
mine just bore me
Popcorn salt,
an old lover story
I drifted off to channel 42
Elvis in Blue Hawaii
Circling in the dark
i scoped her shoreline
No place to park
a ship big as mine
I hit a rock
and black gold flowed like love
upon the beaches of Hawaii
Hawaii
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6. |
The Other Side
03:47
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I won't give you up simply because
they say you're on the other side
So don't let them take the smile i adore
Try to have faith our love will carry on
I heard a tale from many year ago
The story goes like this:
Once upon a time, beyond the stars
there was a boy and a girl
who were blessed to find a love like ours
and though they faced a wall of pain
they're still together on the other side
Maybe someday, somewhere far away
Maybe a thousand years from now
Two lovers like us will look at the sky
And one will speak of our legendary love
and tell a tale from many years ago
and say it goes like this:
Once upon a time, beyond the stars
there was a boy and a girl
who were blessed to find a love like ours
and though they faced a wall of pain
they're still together on the other side
The other side...
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Ride the lift to the seventh floor
Check your lipstick and your heart at the door
Bring your prize rose, your dyin' dove
Gravestone eyes and your baby love
Raise your arms now, swing 'em wide
Praise the saints who come inside
Say grace now, say your prayers
Hear them footsteps comin up the stairs
Baby can't you hear your mama call
You never write your number down
When you work this part of town
You can hum if you can't sing
Daddy's gonna buy you a leather, studded ring
Baby can't you hear your mama call
Down a slug of Mad Dog sugar
to numb yourself and ease your mind
and when you whack Jack gigolo
win another ticket to the fire
An old black shawl and a fractured hip
Tear-drenched eyes and trembling lower lip
Broken heart cryin' out for thee
Clenched hands frozen to a rosary
Baby can't you hear your mama call
In an old black shawl
Down a slug of Mad Dog sugar
to numb yourself and ease your mind
and when you whack Jack gigolo
win another ticket to the fire
Ride the lift to the seventh floor
Check your lipstick and your heart at the door
Bring your prize rose, your dyin' dove
Gravestone eyes and your baby love
Gravestone eyes and your baby love.
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8. |
What Is They?
03:55
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They crawls up in my bed
They crawls under the sheets
They crawls right up in my head
When I am trying to sleep
They gets under my nails
They gets under my skin
They’s kickin down the doors of my mind
Screamin, “let me in!”
They can’t be real
They can be there
This is what I tell myself
But it see they everywhere
What is they?
What is that thing?
What is they -
the they that drives me crazy
the they of which I sing?
They could be a he or she
Or you or someone else
All I know is they is something
Other than myself
I don’t know what they’s up to
But you know what they say
I try not to listen
But I hear they anyway
Id be fine if only
They’d be mindin they’s own biz
Why should I care they says
When I don’t what they is?
What is they?
What is that thing?
What is they -
the they that drives me crazy
the they of which I sing?
They, its they I say
They’s a cryin shame
They, it’s they I say
They’s the one to blame
What is they?
They’s the cross I carry
What is that thing?
You may think I’m a clown
What is they?
In my vocabulary
They’s a singular noun
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9. |
Valmy
02:38
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Valmy
My pretty Valmy
i long to see you again
around the burn barrel, hummin
bang out a song
beside the big bonfire
singin deedle dee dum
ba dump um pum
ah hah a hah hah hah
Valmy
my stormy Valmy
i'll take your winter in stride
i'll take your snowfall lightly
snuggle inside
and when your spring showers fall
soon your rainbow will come
ba dump um pum
ah hah a hah hah hah
Valmy
tall as an elm tree
now you've got cats in your hair
and all the dogs are barking
cats in your hair
and all the birds are mad
singing "tweedle de dum
ba dump um pum
ah hah a hah hah hah
Valmy
care for my baby
hold her a place in your heart
wherever she may ramble
a place in your heart
wherever she may roam
she'll be calling you home
ba dump um pum
ah hah a hah hah hah
ah, ah hah a hah hah hah
ah, ah hah a hah hah hah
Valmy
My pretty Valmy
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10. |
Baby Doll
04:29
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Yesterday when all this started
We were so high strung
I don't feel much older now but
how'd you get so young?
You got me in a maelstrom darlin
Feel like i been stung
Can't control my thoughts now baby
Let alone my tongue
Baby Doll, oh Baby Doll
May i call you Baby Doll?
You're the yellow sun that's got me
crazy from your rays
Every time you rise you make my
rooster crow for days
Love it when you break me darlin
laughin all the while
Sacrifice my angst upon the
altar of your smile
Baby Doll, oh baby doll
may i call you Baby Doll?
I just wanna feel your secrets
Sizzlin in my ear
I just wanna smell the future
When i hold you near
I just wanna make your cute car
Spin out of control
I just wanna probe you
down into your very soul
Baby Doll, oh baby Doll
May i call you Baby Doll?
Baby Doll, oh baby doll
May i call you Baby Doll?
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11. |
Comedy
02:55
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Fields of Blue
Skies of green
Velvet gloves
and gasoline
Tell me fate
What are you made of?
Silver bells
and shotgun shells
and pretty maids
who kiss and...
Tell me faith,
Have you betrayed us?
The comedy i create
Will it all end in hate
Or love?
Wedding plans
and invitations
and premature
Congratulations
Don't have to say
what i'm afraid of
The comedy i create
Will it all end in hate
Or love?
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pat mAcdonald Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin
From my bedroom to barrooms to Timbuk3, to exile in Spain with an album in the can & no plan, I was always chasing increasingly trivial triumphs & glorious failures. A midlife German label deal enabled European tours from home base in Barcelona. From Legendary Sons of Crack Daniels to Purgatory Hill &back, i now live and work projex out of the Holiday Music Motel in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin. ... more
pat mAcdonald recommends:
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Great album, beginning to end!
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Great guitar, songs, person...
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Girl In A Box
by Andrea Wittgens
Brilliant writing!
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