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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
Sleeping in a yellow cab
My head against the barrier Lost 'em as we touched St. Anne Stepped from the ferryboat there Looked around the terminal Paid the toll And split the fare Wake me up Oh, wake me before Union Square Got a couple numbers to call Tryin' to wrack my brains But I can't think of the name Or the hotel at all We're off to see America We're asking for directions, yes We're off to see America We're tumbling in our chariot Speeding over soaking streets Tides of the destitute wail Coughing up a lung of steam Rise from the underground rail Never felt so far away Up till now I was green Wake me up Oh, wake me before Union Square Got a couple numbers to call Tryin' to wrack my brains But I can't think of the name Or the hotel at all We're off to see America We're asking for directions, yes We're off to see America We're tumbling in our chariot What a slender thread I've been clinging to All these cracks for me To slip into We're off to see America |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
And the point of my life is what
What if it doesn't add up And the trouble was all for naught Chalk it to the state of the world Revelations are soon forgot If only humankind was not so heartless now Heartless now It's hard to love your fellow man However, can I help myself From harboring such evil And the reason of pain is clear Never learned the lesson of bliss All the riches to squander here If only humankind was not so selfish now Selfish now It's hard to love your fellow man However, can I help myself From harboring such evil And the point of the stars is to shine Shine a little light in our way When the fear in my heart leads me blind Even in the light of the day Come stumbling out Oh If only humankind was not so heartless now Heartless now It's hard to love your fellow man However, can I help myself From harboring such evil |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
I'm movin' with the strength of a spear
I'm cruisin' with the past in my mirror Done leveling my city of ghosts Cool ashes, like it's all that she wrote Shake off the sadness soot It's doin' me good Embrace the solitude It's doin' me good I'm darting through the traffic alone Dim shadows carve the streets that I roam Bewitching is the need to be held I try to fight it But I'm under that spell Knee deep in sadness soot It's doin' me good Embrace the solitude That's welcoming us Face the night And all its fireworks Wrap yourself up In the silence Birthing dreams of love and hurt Aborted by the city of sirens Face the night Face the night alone I'm swimming with the weight of my heart Upstream to where the green river parts Two directions force my will to decide Shall I drift before I swim for my life? Shake off the sadness soot We're gathering rust Embrace the quiet flood That's welcoming us Shake off the sadness Shake off the sadness Shake off the sadness |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
Holding on for dear life
Dodging arrows What a strange elation in my bones Bit the dust and tasted Imperfection What a sweet confection I have known And they can't take that away No, they can't take that away 'Cause the gods make sure We all get a taste Signing off I saw the correspondent Throw his crap back in the van Still with pride While having grown despondent Journalism broke that man And they can't take that away No, they can't take that away 'Cause the gods make sure We all get a taste Wooden wheels and dust Up ride the bandits Gunning for some treasure trove If you could store their joy And jubilation And take it in a jug back home But they can't take that away No, we can't take that away But the gods make sure We all get a taste And they can't take that away No, they can't take that away 'Cause the gods make sure We all get a taste |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
Shangri-La
Out on the west side In the blinding light Oh, why Where they swing their arms Out by the roadside Like a baby doll Oh, why Damn, this floor is thumpin' Spring released and My little girlfriend's hanging light I feel the blood rush Pumpin', haulin' Late July Fire in the dance hall Honey, where am I? Stuck to the wall Out on the rim of space Up by the bandstand Don't I know my place? Always Damn, this floor is thumpin; Spring released and My little girlfriend's hanging light I feel the blood rush Pumpin', haulin' My little girlfriend She's a-hanging light Pale eyes Don't show your weakness On the town tonight Oh, why? Pale heart Don't cut your write up Can't ya, can't decide Oh, why would ya? Damn, this floor is thumpin' Spring released and My little girlfriend's hanging light |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
On a sea of untapped leagues
Rocking to and fro, I dreamed Far below there was a monster Golden-finned with confidence Churns the muddy floor alive Drowns the voices in the water Lazily drowning Ferry me downstream Lazily drowning Not a care in the world In the blink of an hour Races a lifetime Lazily drowning Not a care in the world Not a caring world A raft of waves to ride A torch of ice to lead Where the currents cool meander And these strange persuasive tides Draw me closer still tonight On my voyage of surrender Lazily drowning Ferry me downstream Lazily drowning Not a care in the world In the blink of an hour Races a lifetime Lazily drowning Not a care in the world Not a caring world Onyx slivers catch the light Still a slave in heaven's eye But I'm soon to be delivered For the tales that we've been fed Only leave ya dumb and deaf To the gospel of the river Lazily drowning Ferry me downstream Lazily drowning Not a care in the world |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
Of all the fishes in the sea
So ghostly, white, and glittering Nobody's ever stole my heart And took it down to the ocean dark Nobody's ever meant that much to me Judge and my jury, hear my plea No woman's ever held the reins on me No warden's ever held that key Not a soul on Cell Block Three Nobody but her come to set me free I rattle on for miles Put it on a page You let me tap away And I'll rattle on for days and days and days Nobody hits home the way ya do Nobody makes sense out of my blues Nobody makes me laugh that hard Or hurts me so till I see stars Nobody holds a candle up to you Nobody knows best how to shine my crown Or the ease it takes to knock it down Nobody's ever been that true None of the funkies on the midnight crew I found something there that I'm afraid to lose I rattle on for miles Put it on a page You let me tap away And I'll rattle on for days and days and days Nobody's gonna piss me off so bad It's a certain power that you have Never one to just recoil 'Fore ya bring my blood to a boil Nobody like a lover makes you feel so sad Nobody like a lover Nobody like a lover makes ya feel so sad |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
High time to mobilize
The work we'll do High time to synchronize Gather our crew A secret battlefield Lies within you War is the cost Of fighting off the truth Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa We're gonna fight the good fight Well, no one's dragging you along On a Saigon summer night Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa You're gonna come to realize When your belly's in the trench Then your heart's gotta mobilize I'll be a spy for hire I'll plant the bug Eavesdrop on sweet desire Go undercover But you must promise To stop fighting off the truth Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa We're gonna fight the good fight Well, no one's dragging you along On a long, long summer night Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa You're gonna come to realize When your belly's in the trench Then your heart's gotta mobilize My enemy grows stronger As I pace the floor and wonder how I've let it come this way My enemy is part of me The last one that I wish to meet In battle face to face Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
Gunning for a miracle
One they can't take away Found it in a skinny girl Might have been half his age Betty likes to push his buttons And Marco, he lose his cool Call each other good for nothin' Yet when the war is through They crawl out the fire escape And take sweet time making up Beautiful dreamers Beautiful ones Carla, she's a true romantic Living her life in verse And Daniel was her live-in love When everything turned for worse Could have been a chance relation Both of them lonely souls Struggle with the big decisions Both of them growing old Now and then They break their vows To spend these nights alone Beautiful dreamers Beautiful ones Beautiful dreamers Odd ones All of us trapped in the webs we've spun Beautiful Venus Love, love All of us flying too close to the sun Close the sun And, honey, what of you and I? How will they tell our story? Maybe like a movie script Seen through an open doorway And as the camera pulls away We could have been anybody Beautiful dreamers Beautiful ones |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
Dare ya draw me closer still
And let me be the wild witness to the kill See how the stars abide Showing no resistance Late into the night Bluer than the winter wind that howls On a sleepless lake Me, I'm under no duress Offering my throat before a hungry lioness Hear how the jungle whines And beats a violent drum along With these blues of mine Bluer than the winter wind that howls On a sleepless lake Where the light and shadows bend I walk your silent haunts Along the Michigan Grief, banished by the glow Electric dying autumn Has a color all of its own Bluer than the winter wind that howls On a sleepless lake |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Mobilize (2002)
Here it begins
April chimes tangled in the wind Timing's everything and all that friend Thunder erupts On the lake Pull the anchor up And make for the shore Count the seconds 'tween the lightning and the roar Timing's everything and so much more Harmony blows in for us Not for long Before it's on to other songbook pages Wilting yellow in the sun You'll love again Keep on tellin' you The ship is comin' in Timing's everything and all that friend All that friend All that friend All that friend |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Virginia Creeper (2005)
You're the last of your kind, Mona Lisa
With a wink of your eye, Ya make it all right Oh there's more left to life, Mona Lisa Let me take you along for the ride Aint nothin' that stays the same Won't ask it a' you Just that burgundy smile you wore yesterday Say ya won't ever lose I been down, I been worse Mona Lisa Came in last, came in first But it all gathers dirt, Mona Lisa 'Fore ya bathe in the light Aint nothin' that stays the same Won't ask it a' you Just that burgundy smile you wore yesterday Say ya won't ever lose Oh ya taught me this much, Mona Lisa I done set it aside For when you need the same magic touch For for when you need remindin' Aint nothin' that stays the same Won't ask it a' you Just that burgundy smile you wore yesterday Say ya won't ever lose Just that burgundy smile you wore yesterday Say ya won't ever lose |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Virginia Creeper (2005)
Hey, she's a piratey soul
Full a' vinagar and glitter She is a song of her own From down the wrong end of the river Wild, like the lily-a-passion Have you ever had the honors Oh no, no, no, no, no, no Hey, when your carnival rose Sows the kiss of belladonna There aint no takin' it slow For the avalanches' daughter Wild, like the lily-a-passion Have you ever had the honors Oh no, no Oh, no, no Oh,no,no,no,no,no,no She is the lily-a-passion She is the lily-a-passion She is the lily-a-passion She is the lily-uh huh She is a canary royal Save the curse a' Desdamona Bright, bright, bright is the blush of her smile Like the apples a' Pomona Wild, like the lily-a-passion Have you ever had the honors Oh no, no, no,no,no, no Hey, she's the fork in the road When the road has come to splinter Yea, she's the spark in the coal Come the bitterness a' winter Wild, like the lily-a-passion Have you ever had the honors Oh no, no oh, no, no Oh,no,no,no,no,no,no She is the lily-a-passion She is the lily-a-passion She is the lily-a-passion She is the lily-uh huh |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Virginia Creeper (2005)
Casanova broke ya
Just like china He was smooth as southern Blue Bell Cream 'Cept he never meant to share that diamond ring So you take up to the roof-top, pining Aim to touch the moon a' golden white Lord, the air is damp, the stars are teary eyed Here's a little secret, love Everybody comes undone Here's a dirty secret Darlin' Everyone From the ballroom you can hear them laughing Pretty maidens and your own Don Jaun And ya tell yourself They'll miss you when you're gone Here's a little secret, love Everybody comes undone Here's a dirty secret Darlin' Everyone Cross yourself, by Jesus Now your head is all a blur Questions don't come easier Answers, they get longer Here's a little secret, love Everybody comes undone Here's a dirty secret Darlin' Everyone Here's a little secret, love Everybody comes undone Here's a dirty secret Darlin' Everyone |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Virginia Creeper (2005)
Always friend
Always friend Still some fences We may never mend In our time Broken hearts Broken lines Every now and then Ya spring ta mind And we are Always friends Always friends Always and forever Thick or thin Push it away before I let you in And make the same mistakes twice Dim the lights Such is hell Hey and such is life And we are always friends Always friends Always friends Broken hearts Broken lines Pray there never comes a second time Because it's such a court Such a crime Find the strength to leave the past behind And we are always friends Always friends Always friends Always Push it away before I let you in Commit the same wrongs twice Such is hell Hey and such is life And we are always friends |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Virginia Creeper (2005)
Drunk on the blood of a hero's welcome, babe
Ringin' in the year with a ticker tape parade While the motorcade is stretched from First to Main Calamity Jane, shootin' off that mouth again Hey, hey, hey Pin all your sins on your Man of Sorrow then Stroll through the crowd with a black mantilla, friend While they're whisperin' like locusts in the grain Calamity Jane Hit it on the nose again Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Calamity jane Calamity jane Calamity jane Washed in the tears of the revolution, babe Born in the back of a Studebaker American made Ah but girl have you no shame Calamity jane Honey, take heart and take aim Hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey Calamity jane Calamity jane Calamity jane Calamity jane |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Virginia Creeper (2005)
Oh the slough winds all serpentine
Full of black delta peat Yellow bronze grapes of muscadine Growing wild and sweet On the shore Lady, there ya were In your robes of a queen And your lips sang a heron's song In my hour of need And I feel I wanna' crow Howlin' in my sleep Churning in my soul Josephine Oh the wasteland is plenty wide Far as I ever seen And the swamp, she's a full of moonlight Full of mangrove trees And I feel I wanna' crow Howlin' in my sleep Churning in my soul Josephine Pity darkness to follow me With it's crocodile leer For the hatchet of Josephine Of the swamps might appear And I feel I wanna' crow Howlin' in my sleep Churning in my soul Josephine And I feel I wanna' crow howlin' in my sleep churning in my soul Josephine |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Virginia Creeper (2005)
Buddy some Topeka night
When it's just you and the road Seen no tailights there for miles And nothin' much but static on the radio Wasn't lookin' to the left Wasn't lookin' to the right Just kept walking' like Virginia to the surf Towards the far end of the night Time hangs like a noose Before me Time stills to a crawl Grinds so slowly Heard my own beloved cry I heard my one beloved moan What's the use in all the ache we must endure I had no good reason why Time hangs like a noose Before me Time stills to a crawl Grinds so slowly Not a rail to grasp ahold Nor a savior there beside Juat kept a walkin' like Virginia to the surf Towards the far end of the night Time hangs like a noose Before me Time stills to a crawl Grinds so slowly And time hangs like a noose Around me |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Virginia Creeper (2005)
Sussana Little
Sussana Little Gone 'fore I ever arrived Questions that stream through my own Creek blood The odyssey of your life A motherless child , you were torn from your home By decree of the county affairs Good Christians, they gave you a lily-white dress And shorn back that Indian hair Told ya study your Bible, be silent and still And take to the ways of the whites Nothin' they offered could break down your will For you ran for the gates one night Sussana Little Sussana Little Gone 'fore I ever arrived Questions that stream through my own Creek blood Stories that keep you alive Your daddy , Joe Little, had woes of his own Drink was much stronger than greed But some in the city felt native red hands Were no place to let rest a deed Oklahoma was rich with the stench of black oil And the men who came there to drill In the sun baked clay of Indian lands There, in the desolate fields Sussana Little Sussana Little Gone 'fore I ever arrived Questions that stream through my own creek blood Songs that'a keep you alive Mysterious crimes, oh they swept through the county Waving the finger of blame Eyes turned to Joe Little A couple too many acres of land to his name No one would have heard the lone shot in the night They never posted his bail Big Joey Little, never walked out Of Sheriff Stanton's jail Sussana Little Sussana Little Gone 'fore I ever arrived Questions that stream through my own Creek blood The odyssey of your life For all of the lives you had lived this far No part of you could have known The evil hearts of the men who would fetch ya One night by the side of the road The moon, it grew dark and the frost would form Before ya finally were found Chained to a log in a torn white dress Shakin' wild eyed on the ground Sussana Little Sussana Little Gone 'fore I ever arrived Questions that stream through my own creek blood Such were the trials of your life... Yet in the years to come, you took a man Raised five of your own And for a spell it was as almost as though The light of justice had shown The hand that had written this part but for you And made it all plenty hard Gave you a gusher, a well spring of oil There in your own back yard So pile them kids in the plush back seat Ridin' shotgun in the Packard to town With your man, Tom Fisher, one hand on the wheel The other on your knee now Sussana Little Sussana Little Gone 'fore I ever arrived Questions that stream through my own Creek blood The odyssey of your life Sussana Little Sussana Little Sussana Little Sussana Little |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Virginia Creeper (2005)
Aint nobody there to step on the brakes
Lit up like Tijauna city carnival lights Mmm, why somebody better pull up the shades Hey, hey, hey , second time ya had to kiss her goodnight Outside the motorcycle devils Rev for the cruise Buddha's in the alley, working the Rue Ping, ping-a-rain a comin' down the edge of the roof Thinkin' I'd be a little mystified to Wish I knew Wish I knew Drop another silver plug for the damned Don't forget to make it a wish Mmm, Yellow thunder bolt a' Shazzam Isn't very likely to miss Shutters on the winda' beatin' like wings Smoke a' backin' up & up in the flu Hounds are in the gutter startin' to sing Thinkin' I'd be a little mystified too Wish I knew Wish I knew Wish I knew Li Di Di da da da da da da Di Di Di Di ... Sooner or later gotta' live in your skin Sleepin' in the very bed that you make Some walking dead behind the Wayfarer lenses Hangin' by the skin your teeth Motorcycle devils Rev for the cruise Soldiers in the alley working the rue Little bitty pretty one What's got into you Thinkin' I'd be a little mystified too Wish I knew Wish I knew Wish I knew Li Di Di da da da da da da Di Di Di Di ... Wish I knew Wish I knew Better than ta do as I please Better than ta skin my knees Better than a fallin' for Wish I knew Wish I knew Wish I knew Li Di Di da da da da da da Di Di Di Di ... |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Virginia Creeper (2005)
Words and Music by Gram Parsons / Bob Buchanon
In South Carolina there are many tall pines I remember the oak tree that we used to climb But now when I'm lonesome, I always pretend That I'm getting the feel of hickory wind I started out younger at most everything All the riches and pleasures, what else could life bring But it makes me feel better each time it begins Callin' me home, hickory wind It's a hard way to find out that trouble is real In a far away city, with a far away feel But it makes me feel better each time it begins Callin' me home, hickory wind Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind Keeps callin' me home, hickory wind |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Ladies Love Oracle (2005)
You're a pony that's OK
I don't need to see you Tied up to a hitching gate That would only break you The light pours in Onto our skin We have the power to begin When all we want is the world I'm a zebra that's all right All I see is black and white When it comes to being gray Well I won't stand in the way The light pours in And out of our furnace We have the power just to turn Turn into gods turn into heroes The light pours in Onto our skin We have the power to begin When all we want is the world |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Ladies Love Oracle (2005)
Heavenly heavenly what other words
Could I use to describe The heavenly ivory touch of your hand As it covers my eyes Hushing me off to sleep Putting my mind at ease Lovingly lovingly every caress That you ever gave All of you knowing me like no one else At the end of the day Brushing my fears away Knowing just what to say Heavenly heavenly no other love Was meant to be mine The perfectly heavenly stars up above Were duly aligned I had to wait for you Now that my search is through Heavenly heavenly |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Ladies Love Oracle (2005)
I've been seeking affirmations
All night long oh and What I'm feeling in my heart it Can't be wrong no Sir I keep squinting for something I might have Done hair different it's all up for grabs Lord I've been squinting as though through a keyhole Just like Clint Eastwood for a few dollars more I done read all of the cards and I Saw my fate waiting Like a chauffeur down at the airport it Holds my name up but I keep squinting for something I might have Just overlooked but there ain't no turning back I've been squinting as though through a keyhole Just like Clint Eastwood for a few dollars more Folks around me they keep stepping In my shoes oh but They don't fit right and they don't walk The way I do oh and All the garbage trucks a rolling Down my street slowly I can barely strain away to Hear myself think ah I keep squinting for something I might have Done hair different it's all up for grabs Lord I've been squinting as though through a keyhole Just like Clint Eastwood for a few dollars more |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Ladies Love Oracle (2005)
Mmm mum is the word
Numb is a better word So haven't you heard Luke the Drifter and me Who wrote us a song Too lonesome to sing Not on this side of the dial Not on this short wave Buster Keaton and I Danced down on the window seal Ten stores high If one night you take to walking Way up off the ground Do yourself a favor Don't look down I keep falling back to earth Just as I am floating high Luke the Drifter and me Thumbed us a ride Down the highway of dreams Once you're out beyond the city This old road gets dark Lose your barrens And forget where you are I keep falling back to earth Just as I am floating high Very high high high |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Ladies Love Oracle (2005)
All these rats are swimmin' for the land
They ain't goin' down with the captain Same old rats that took a bite outa' me Darling way back when the word was mutiny Nothin' but a raft to carry me and my girl They just wrote us off Till we turned up blazing torches on their docks One night we're gonna' burn 'em down And the same goes for those who underestimate Said the love of my life was just another blind date You know I hardly had a single word edgewise Before the true believers started to drop like flies But I don't see 'em out parading arm in arm I see 'em dodging cars in harm's way You think with so many words of wisdom they could fill up a library But one night I'd have to burn it down One night I'd have to burn it down I can think of at least fourteen ways to disappear No I don't need to be told when it's plain as day I'm in the minority here But why must all the horrible people have all the cheer Blue green grass is standing somewhere still I know it is even if it's over landfill I got to think that there's still a tiny patch To raise some hens and watch those chickens hatch Browsing through the almanac I watch the stars That plummet now and then And I'm waiting for a flamin' shoe to drop on us again One night gonna burn it down One night we're gonna burn it down |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Ladies Love Oracle (2005)
(One two three
One two three) Oh what a colorful lie Leading me on Without ever batting an eye How many pecks on the cheek Before I get wind That I'm on a losing streak Yeah too many for me Too many for me Darlin' I'm folding I'm tired of holding Onto a love untrue Darlin' I'm folding I lay down my hand And walk away from you Oh what a painful lament Knowing what was And not knowing where it went Destiny beckoned my name Drew me to you But destiny loves to play games Yeah loves to play games Darlin' I'm folding I'm tired of holding Onto a love untrue Darlin' I'm folding I lay down my hand And walk away from you I'll walk away it's true For I keep breaking this promise Breaking this promise Darlin' I'm folding I'm tired of holding Onto a love untrue Darlin' I'm folding I lay down my hand And walk away from you |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Ladies Love Oracle (2005)
World you are a mill
Do you grind away until Every grain of life is tilled Girl you're like a running stream And every line I've tossed you've washed it clean Upon the shore you're headed for the sea There's a peace that I've always found In a lonesome serenade Such a piece of mind overwhelms As my every desire's replayed Oh oh oh in a lonesome serenade Rowed on paddle boats In a past of mine I've never known On a lake of polished stone Take us far away To an island where she can't be swayed By another man's embrace There's a peace that I've always found In a lonesome serenade Such a piece of mind overwhelms As my every desire's replayed Oh oh oh in a lonesome serenade Warmed when you become Reckon all that growin' pains you some Still you smile what's done is done There's a peace that I've always found In a lonesome serenade Such a piece of mind overwhelms As my every desire's replayed Oh oh oh like a lonesome serenade |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Ladies Love Oracle (2005)
There's a tug at my heart
Like a rope it's pulling Out on the horizon But I've no way of knowing Where to start Nothing is for sure no sleep still in my eyes Fumbling for the door oh she doesn't like to face the morning light Nothing is for sure oh as I begin my day Glasses are a blur as my world's about to spin the other way Staring at the ceiling I can see to heaven But only when I'm willing So I pray for the strength To begin again again Nothing is for sure no sleep still in my eyes Fumbling for the door oh she doesn't like to face the morning light Nothing is for sure oh as I begin my day Glasses are a blur as my world's about to spin the other way Spin me the other way I've got to learn not to say always Spin me the other way People on the other half got no worries Nothing is for sure no sleep still in my eyes Fumbling for the door oh she doesn't like to face the morning light Nothing is for sure no as I begin my day Glasses are a blur as my world's about to spin the other way Nothing is for sure oh And nothing is for sure Spin me the other way I've got to learn not to say always |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Ladies Love Oracle (2005)
Watching the clock over Jackson Square
I could feel my life drifting away Loosing my hold like the muddy banks In eleven straight days of rain I want to call on the St. Expedite I better call on that St. Expedite Hung on the carousel took me a while To see that it just goes 'round I kept a thinking your name rings a bell You resemble someone when you smile And I wanna say it's that St. Expedite Honey you got a face like St. Expedite My spirit grows heavy and I wonder at times What keeps it from floating up higher The hatred of people that I might have crossed Or the gravity of our desires It's hell either way callin' St. Expedite Hell either way callin' St. Expedite |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
Gutter trickle, bombast
A gunpowder wind Wanna' let it all sink in Like a rain collecting I held on to you Even when you begged me not to Can't ya see I'm all bound up A million knots down in my gut Well I feel I've had enough, enough I just wanna' run away Run, run away Run, run away Run, run away And I can make it happen I'm magic and all See me conjuring my downfall Oh the gates are closin' in Swallowin' the key How am I to know you love me Love me Can't ya see I'm all bound up A million knots down in my gut Well I feel I've had enough, enough I just wanna' run away Run, run away yea Run, run away Kill the pain Kill the shame Wanna' feel nothin' at all Run, run away Run, run away Run, run away Run, run away |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
Brown doves on the wire
Do they ever tire Up in the eggshell sky I know if it was me Wings a' take ya far The burden of flight is our's Even 'thout the sun in your eyes Some things are hard to find You could go the rest of your life 'Till the fountain of youth runs dry Ever in pursuit of another clue The sea in response is blue Take a look around Have you any doubt The heart is responding too Even 'thout the sun in your eyes Some things are hard to find You could go the rest of your life 'Till the fountain of youth runs dry Comes another freeze All the barren trees Under the eggshell sky They may disappear Splendor of the years Unknowable without tears Even 'thout the sun in your eyes Some things are hard to find You could go the rest of your life 'Till the fountain of youth runs dry 'Till the fountain of youth runs dry 'Till the fountain of youth runs dry |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
Set your wooden horses to roam
In the dust, come galloping home Ah, into the grave Sooner or late You'll be led like a child By the hidden hand of fate Oh the silver hearse is in wait And she revs outside a' the gate Ah, sooner or late Sooner or late To be snuffed like a flame By the hidden hand of fate Set your nuclear rockets ta' aim When ya mingle riches and faith The rules of the game Sooner or late?. Set you're fields of poppies aflame In your one god's heavenly name Ah, sooner or late Sooner or late You'll be plucked like a fig By the hidden hand of fate Set your wooden horses to roam In the dust, come galloping home Ah, into the grave Sooner or late You'll be led like a child By the hidden hand of fate You'll be led like a child By the hidden hand of fate To be snuffed like a flame By the hidden hand of fate Plucked like a fig By the hidden hand of fate By the hidden hand of fate |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
Oh boy
Makin' noise For the love a' Buddy Holly My six string Way gone Real low Let it roll Like a motor ever purrin' My machine Rave on Sentimental blood You spill I'll reach out to catch it Oh boy Makin' out Gotta' try to make the most Of a queer thing Ah, gotta' shout Real loud Rock n' roll Cupid Charlie noddin' off In the mezzanine Gotta' shout Sentimental tears You spill I'll reach out to catch them, I may never see the light I may never dream in color I may may never see the light a' day Feelin' dizzy Feelin' weak Feelin' dizzy Like I'm gonna' sink? Oh boy Makin'noise For the love a' Buddy Holly My six string Way gone Real low Let it roll Like a motor ever purrin' My machine Rave on Sentimental blood You spill I'll reach out to catch it Sentimental tears You spill I'll reach out to catch it (cont.) I may never see the light I may never dream in color I may may never see light a' day I may never see the light I may never win you over I may never be in love I may never see the light I may never see light I may may never see light a' day |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
Chain Lightning
Young lions Come thundering A dancin' town Chain Lightning Come to strike you down Brute force Gun crazy Come roarin' Onto foreign ground Chain Lightning Are you loosing count Ramrods In the walled city No mercy When the sun goes down Chain Lightning Come to strike you down Steel jungle Big trouble All greener than a dollar bill Chain Lightning Strikin' at your heels Chain Lightnin' Young lions Boy, you were never a born to kill Chain Lightnin' Oh it's so unreal |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
Nothin' gonna' break heart your today
Nothin' gonna' steal your light away Even when the skies are turnin' grey Ah, you're gonna' welcome in the rain Come on, Come on Ah let me hear it Come on, Come on I'll raise the spirit Nothin' gonna chain you once your free Haven't gotta live in misery, no Even when ya tried out every key Still another door worth opening, yea Come on, Come on Ah let me hear it Come on, Come on I'll raise the spirit Music in your heart Comin' on in waves, love Thunder in your head is rollin' away Nothin' gonna twist your arm again Nothin' gonna' sway you like the wind, oh Never gonna' get under your skin Nothin' gonna twist your arm again, no Come on, Come on Ah let me hear it Come on, Come on I'll raise the spirit Come on, Come on Ah let me hear it Come on, Come on I'll raise the spirit |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
All my funny pages
Cartoon Saturdays ago Carved my number in the door Oh my revelation Railway summers overcast And the creaking of the boards No use draggin' down to the wire Same blue devils leap from the fire There's no easy come, easy go Oh my happyender Teacup manners under glass My gravel blinded love Oh my sorry jailer Isn't nothin' here for you To revel in the dust No use draggin' down to the wire Same blue devils leap from the fire There's no easy come, easy go All my funny pages Cartoon Saturdays ago Carved my number in the door No use draggin' down to the wire Same blue devils leap from the fire There's no easy come, easy go Easy come, easy go Easy come, easy go Easy come, easy go |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
Oh you rush and you run
To the ends of the earth Is your work ever done Oh and what is it worth Blood on your hands Killing a dead man Time and again Time and again Oh this curse of your name Aint no shower of stones That'll wash it away So ya wander alone Blood on your hands Killing a dead man time and again Time and again Time and again Knelt by the low waters and wept Spilt every last Secret ya kept Oh my troublesome twin On the verge of collapse Will this night put an end To your sorrow at last Blood on your hands Killing a dead man time and again Time and again Time and again Time and again |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
Johnny guitar
Ya wanna' feel good Johnny guitar Ya wanna flail Hop in the car N' buddy we'll ride A hundred miles to hell Johnny guitar Ya gotta' witness Son of a gun Ya wanna' scream In your velvety case ya got a mistress Say, She won't ever squeal on me Out on the highway of love We gotta' wreck on the road Out on the highway a' love We gotta' roll Johnny guitar Ya wanna' feel them Tires a' touchin' the street Long as it take ya further Long as it take ya deep Johnny guitar Ya wann feel good Give 'er the gas She got power Hop in the car N' buddy we'll ride A hundred miles an hour Out on the highway of love We gotta ' wreck on the road Out on the highway a' love We gotta' roll Johnny guitar Ya wanna' feel good Johnny guitar Ya wanna play Swallow your heart Ya gotta' sickeness No medicine a' take away Out on the highway of love We gotta ' wreck on the road Out on the highway a' love We gotta' roll Gotta' roll Gotta' roll Gotta' roll |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
Suns burn away
Starlight exploding There will come a day When you return to love Love? Souls tear away Swallowed by oceans Underneath the waves You return to love Return to the open Return to the stars The infinite moment The warmth of the heart Love |
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from Grant Lee Phillips - Strangelet (2007)
Whatta ya want
That you can't have So high on the vine That you can't grab There's so much So much here So much here for the takin' So much here, So much Whatta ya want That you can't reach Open your heart There's plenty for each So much So much here So much here for the takin' So much here, So much Ooh---ooh Ooh---ooh (there's so much?) Whatta ya want that you can't name Haven't ya learnt There's a gift in the pain So much So much here So much here for the takin' So much here, So much? Ooh---ooh ? do, do, do, do Ooh---ooh (so much?) Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Ooh---ooh ? do, do, do, do Ooh---ooh (so much?) Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do Do |
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from Our Little Corner of The World:Music From Gilmore Girls (2002)
You take the air in
You take the whole room in, ya Hold it for all time, Hold it in your heart like amber You take the night in You take the consequences major in your life, Not by what is safe to wager Smile, there's no regrets Layers wash through our hands and Then you never see tomorrow comin' You only feel the wake of it Smile, there's no release This flood of life won't cease To leave you lying in wild amazement Or reeling in the wake of it You take the grandeur And I'll take to wondering The error of my ways I could ponder this forever Smile, there's no regrets (no regrets) Layers wash through our hands and Then you never see tomorrow comin' You only feel the wake of it Smile, there's no release (no release) This flood of life won't cease To leave you lying in wild amazement Or reeling in the wake of it, oh no Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, Smile, there's no regrets (no regrets) Layers wash through our hands and Then you never see tomorrow comin' (never see tomorrow) You only feel the wake of it (you only feel the wake of it) Smile, there's no release (no release) This flood of life won't cease To leave you lying in wild amazement Or reeling in the wake of it, oh no Smile... smile.... smile.... smile.... |
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