1. |
Another Road
03:09
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Made a plan to start anew and do some wandering
Items in a suitcase seemed ideal for such a scene
Some others had a vision that was different than his own
And he said
No, you don’t understand
No, I won't give it up
No, you can't try to stop a train that's left the station
In the face of roadblocks he was ready to succeed
Maps and charts and books of songs can bring you what you need
Those who had a vision that was different than his own
Were set aside and shown that there is another road
Because we know that feeling in your soul that brings you home
And we know there’s got to be a way to let it grow
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2. |
Invitation to Exile
02:42
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Foot on the road, coming around
Bearings are off, but I’ll manage
Moving along, into the open
Gotta be something to stand with
‘Cause I crossed that line this time
Stumble the streets, wind at my back
An invitation to exile
A sign on the wall, pointing to somewhere
A game of chance in the distance
Coming up, soaking it in
Looking out, taking it in
Air is all new, don’t know a soul
Maybe a song of resistance
Counting my change, passing the time
An opening into existence
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3. |
Start at Zero
02:22
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Really want a piece of the action
Wanna find a thrill
Think I need to be in the circus
I hear it pays the bills
Well I keep going up and down
Trying to make some time
Hoping for some new ground laid
Hoping for a job that pays
But when you just start at zero
Find your way to the other end
If you just start at zero
You scream out loud and never bend
The people here are kinda crazy
When they drinking all day
Like a sorcerer getting a potion filled
It’s never too far away
Well they keep going up and down
Seem to be just fine
But she can't find no gig at all
The other’s working overtime
Yet here we are still working for it all
Here we are still working for it all
Here we are, here we are, in the air on through it all
Here we are just working for it all
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4. |
In the Weeds
02:34
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I saw you walking past the Shop and Go
We’d met before and then you slammed the door
It might be wise for us to make some time
I’m not so bad if you don’t mind the wine
Mind the wine
And please, come hang around and spend the night with me
I know you’ll only leave me in the weeds
There’s lots of other places we could be
You and me
This town’s too small for us to hide our pasts
I think it’s best if we just smash that glass
Come summertime there’s no mistaking it
It’s a small block so we can cut the shit
Cut the shit
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5. |
A Show of Hands
02:10
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You fill em up and you send em out
Apply your force and apply your power
Building those airplanes, building those moats
But there’s a place for this underhanded shrouded choke
I don’t know what you’re giving up
I don’t know what you want to be
I don’t know how you take all your time and just piss on the world and me
You fold your hope and you fold your plans
A thousand ways and a show of hands
Building your train stations, building your base
You get the feeling there’s some fucked kind of mental shift
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6. |
Out to Lunch
02:50
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Walking around on this old island
Having time, and I’m having ways
The last call there, it kinda got away
Took a walk, I took a ride out
Moved around just for a while
Didn’t know that you’d be on your way
But she said yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’ll be out to lunch
Don’t you call me, stall me
I’ll be out to lunch
You build ‘em up and you shut ‘em down
You broke a bottle and turned that shit around
Still got a feeling that you’re coming out tonight - right?
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7. |
It Ain't No Fun
02:29
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Had a ball, but time to move on through
On a hot wet night with nothing to do
Pretty soon things started picking up
If they hadn’t this would never be
But that’s another question
And I wouldn’t say
That I need to pay
With that said
It ain’t no, fun no
Milling all around, and bailing out the last one
It ain’t no, fun no
But maybe once in a while I can get a little relaxation
Now the best way you can understand
Is a girl named Helen and a drink in my hand
Wading through these tangled city streets
Just a kid searching all around for some greener pastures
What are we doing here, in this haze?
We can’t tell if we’re asleep or awake
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8. |
The Villain's in the Car
02:03
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They raise wooden fences
And it isn’t right
Curfews, random checkpoints
Can’t come out at night
Displays of their forces
To appease the might
Let’s bring the whole thing down
So come along and sing
We won't learn it
Such a hollow theme
Never turn it
The villain’s in the car
It’s never come this far
On the streets of this old town
Last night they came walking
People held their ground
Batons, hoses, horses
Make you feel so small
This time change is coming
Man, I hope you’re right
Let’s bring us back some peace
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9. |
We'll Take You Home
03:00
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Brought you down and you thought it was over
Ran you from town in a bit of a storm
Misread intentions in world of disorder
Didn’t ask no questions at all
But she said
Don’t you ever stop / No we never will
Don’t you take their shit / We’ll give it back to them
Don’t you run away / We’re staying right here
And here we are, because
We’ll take you home, we’ll take you home again
And now you’ll never be alone
We’ll take you home, we’ll take you home again
And now you’ll never ever be alone
Stepped away from a bit of a hassle
Took a bus to the edge of the town
Found us there we was waiting and open
Didn’t ask no questions at all
Don’t waste no time on those old lines
Clear the slate and begin
Those who pass through won’t mean a thing
If we don’t let them win
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10. |
A Common Theme
04:51
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I was on the outside as we made our way back in
Must have been the hottest day this boy has ever seen
Didn’t sound no warning as the docks were opening
Just passing through, it’s time to let it all begin, let’s begin
A comment here
A comment there
A common theme for us to share
A faded wound
A faded stare
A common theme for us to share
Maybe I’ll settle down and get my shit in gear
Maybe this time it’s best if I just sit right here
Don’t need no warning if the ferry doesn’t run
Nothing there anyway except a time undone, time undone
It’s seldom that such a world is opened
And no one can deny this motion
But if you breathe, and sail these seas
You can come along
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11. |
It's Coming On
02:38
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Up hill we harvest our fruit
Down hill we sing our songs
In town it’s always Sunday
When no one else around
This feeling, it’s coming on to me
Unreal, it’s just where we need to be
Those ladies always smiling
Us men we turn our heads
Out here we guard our patience
Out here the stars our bed
This is an open haven
This is another space
If time and motion dictate
We sing we celebrate
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12. |
Take This
02:48
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Sitting on the beach that day
Watching waves and holding bait
Saw a light off in the waves
It glow
Take this message
In a bottle
Send it off
To open seas
I watch it bob out past the sun
Something on the horizon
I wonder if it find new land
It’s on
Well we made it to the beacon
And it held on tightly with its might
What it does now
Where it travels
We will see it wandering in our sights
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