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Fever
05:48
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I know the feeling... you've got the fever.
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And I know it’s burning... your indecision.
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So you’re sitting there, on the fences where, in the distant air you see cool water.
While you hesitate, blame it on the glare, and you don’t prepare for the fire water.
The governor says this is the big one.
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So you shut the door and wait while they leave you.
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I am a rock deep in the river,
“where is the sun?”,
a promise, a whisper.
The crow has it’s feet, it’s feet on my head,
“you worry too much”,
it fills me with lead.
So you say farewell, as the trumpets blow and you’re swept away by the flood water.
And the fever breaks but the echoes stay and you sing a song of your own making.
There’s no crime in staying still,
you say there’s logic in the hills that roll like thunder.
Now the saints are marching in,
now the moon is turning red
with Armstrong’s trumpet in your head,
the storm is raging.
Now it’s real, it’s been done, blow a kiss and wave goodbye.
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Taxi cabs and losses, a terrible mess
You can place the blame wherever you want
I can see the clouds forming your fate
You’re falling in, you’re falling in, you’re following me in
Water to the romance, and plenty of rest
Rearrange the faces, share ‘em with you
Children send the cues, hints then guesses
You’re falling in, you’re falling in, you’re following me in
Many are the desperate calling out my name, calling out my name, calling out my name
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Congratulations
03:05
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distinctive lines, on the page, of your eye,
I kept touching where it hurt you,
cursed by fate, cursed by fate, this one
we faked it all, we faked it well, congratulations to us both
this one, as certain
as the math all the angles way to steep
to stand on,
too jumbled to sort out
and all the while, we smile and smile
we faked it all, we faked it well
congratulations, congratulations, congratulations, to us both, to us both, to us both
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I’ve been perfect, at being decent, not taking lightly what I should
It makes me drowsy, I am feeling old, do what you want to I’ve been told
I’ve been trying, I’ve been trying hard, not to try at all
So I wake up very late, and I don’t got a thing to say
Yeah I wake up very late, and I am just a sleepy head
I’ve been perfect, at being good, staying out of the neighborhood
I could start it, choose the wood, build something nice here I am sure I could
I’ve been trying, I’ve been trying hard, not to try at allSo I wake up very late, and I don’t got a thing to say
Yeah, I wake up very late, and I am just a sleepy head
It’s just a tiny, bit of insight, it’s getting light, and I….
I went to the doctor and he told me son, you look tired. I gave him some answers and he tells me “brand new friends, I think you need some, brand new friends.”
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Conversation
02:50
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what?
I am just a guy sticking in a stuck conversation, waiting for the right time, waiting for the right words to say, sitting on the freeway, never mind the sunshine today. You need something true.
You’re just a girl waiting in another situation, looking for some free time, making up excuses to say, hoping for a payday, never mind the seasons they change from grey to blue
Turn out the lights, turn out the lights, turn out the lights! I don’t feel it.
Turn out the lights, turn out the lights, turn out the lights! I don’t feel it so I…
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Old Folks
04:43
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1989 when you died. Imagine my surprise last night. You gave me some advice that I liked:
Look out, you got all that stuff. And a big fence all around. It’s instinct. Drink more gin and follow me into the ….aeeahhh
Deeper into the life and get wise. The old folks have a good time when they’re high. You get all those shiny new teeth and you smile:
It’s old cheddar. It’s all been told in a form letter of blood and bones. Shake down, red bird sings and screams out in the dying light:
Look out you got all that stuff. And a big fence all around. It’s instinct, drink more gin and follow me into the…aeeaaah
1989 when you died, the old folks have a good time when they’re high, you got high, 1989 when you died, when you died, when you died, when you died….the old folks…die
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Rhinestone Maker
04:16
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Can you feel it when it tugs you, wraps itself around you, mister now you’re planted in the ground
There’s love inside the stare down, crack goes the snare drum, check that your policy is sound, sound, sound, sound…
Oh I’ve got the demons, the fire, the breathing, freaking out again
And She’s got the rhinestones, the diamonds, cuz she’s all tuned in
Water in my eyes, cuz my heart is breaking
Exactly what I need cuz my earth is shaking
She’s not messing around, she’s not messing around now
Stone becomes a statue, risky staring at you, now the bottle’s getting passed around
If she calls you Matthew, sounds like a rescue baby there’s no getting out of town, town, town, town, town…
Oh I’ve got the demons, the fire, the breathing, freaking out again
And She’s got the rhinestones, the diamonds, cuz she’s all tuned in
Water in my eyes, cuz my heart is breaking
Exactly what I need now my earth is shaking
There’s a message from the sun she’s the rhinestone maker, she’ll shake, shake, shake
I am full of changes, and maybes and latelys uh ho
I am full of changes and maybes and latelys and latelys and maybes
Order up a shake from the rhinestone maker, never mind the shill when the days are breaking, order up a shake from the rhinestone maker, uh oh
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Sputnik
00:52
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Fuzzy Wonderland
04:05
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All of the things that you said. Memories stuck in my head. Saving the truth from the facts. The secrets of our little past so revealing.
So I twist in the midst of the story, the details getting changed in the telling. Entertaining cuz the truth is too boring, so I am living in this strange fabrication.
Now that I am saying it well, now that I am finding my voice, tired of kicking myself, might as well call it a choice that I am making.
To be bold, to be brave to go charging. Thru the trees, thru the fields to the stream. To respect every breath that I am breathing. To be strange, to be dumb, to start singing…la, la, la
Please let me see that you know what I mean…
You’ve been young, you’ve been old, you are loved. In a book, in a song, in a good drunk. In the face of impending disaster. Ask death, let it go, surrender…
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10. |
You Were Right
03:16
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I don’t want to face, all I’ve got to face. I made it thru that state, made it with some grace. You got all my things back home.
I don’t need to trace, every step I take. I am making all my own, freshly made mistakes.
I got all these things called me. I got time and a lot of love. I got you and you’re back behind, everything that I’ve ever done, and I am sad.
Yeah you were right, the people that we thought were strong, the people that we counted on, they faded on away.
Yeah you were right, the people that we thought were strong, the people that we counted on, they faded on away.
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Along The Way
03:58
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did you know, I was faking. Could you tell, I was fooling you, could you guess I was all played out…
like the songs we used to know, all the hits on the radio.
Locked down I am ready, send me on my way, I am looking for the family, that I lost along the way
I want to smile and touch you right, I want to tuck you in, I want to take the dark from the night and breathe, breathe you in
On a train, and it’s dark outside, in the glass that I can’t see thru, there’s a face, looks a lot like you…
And the world spins around, while it’s me on the tracks getting out of town
Locked down I am ready, send me on my way, I am looking for the family that I lost along the way
I’d spoil you rotten, a second piece of cake. All of it forgotten, like the songs never put on tape
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12. |
Fast Times
04:09
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I know the world and it seems so cruel but it’s good to you. Sitting in your house with the TV on wondering what to do. You analyze with your magazine eyes and you’re up all night. There’s no easy way, and there’s no way around, there’s no short cut plan.
Fast times, slow rides, I am reeling, damn if I can tell you what I am really feeling.
Fast times, slow rides, I am reeling, damn if I can tell ya, damn if I can tell ya.
Little bit wrong and a little bit right, and I am waiting. Waiting for my bones to talk to me and tell me what to do. Under the ground taking those photographs. You don’t have to wait for the stars to align in your favor.
Fast times, slow rides, I am reeling, damn if I can tell you what I am really feeling.
Perk up little daddy, and listen to my story, you got to get up off, get up off the floor.
Lights, cameras, action, roll in sound till I drown. I said lights, satisfaction, never sounds like I thought it would.
Fast times, slow rides, I am reeling, damn if I can tell you what I am really feeling.
Fast times, slow rides, I am reeling, damn if I can tell ya, damn if I can tell ya.
the world is cruel, but it’s good to you. You’ve got to get up off get up off the floor.
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13. |
Swan
02:14
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17th Chapter Seattle, Washington
“17th Chapter is an interesting band in that it manages to meld two fairly standard musical aesthetics to create something
of its own sound...a talent for constructing churning dance-rock beats... languid, almost- folksy aesthetic that is as breezy as the band’s rock side is blistering.”
Seattle Sound Magazine
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