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She stood on the banks arms wide open, trying to set it straight.
Unrestrained in self-promotion, words she spoke could not wait.
And her eyes were darting, back and forth, her smile frozen, in stone.
The family was silent, standing beside her, wishing to be, left alone.
(Chorus):
Where has it all gone,
What do you do when.
Majesty vacates the heart.
And everything just comes apart.
In the rotunda, the air was thick, with whispers of his stumble.
Excuses lobbed at the vultures, no one tried to be humble.
And everyone heard, what they wanted to hear, and no one came out, the better.
Poured out his brief case, on the table, and passed out his, private love letters.
(Chorus)
The man was a child, the world could see it, his voice was oh so weak.
Some things he gave will last a long time, others were quite bleak.
But events can be hard, to get over, the imprint’s deep, in the skin.
Through bloodline, with never a question, chaos can, easily win.
(Chorus)
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Run With The Horses
03:51
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Say you wanna run with the horses,
Say you wanna run today.
Say you wanna run with the horses,
Wanna run away…hey…hey.
Gotta see things with your own eyes,
Gotta watch ’em fall into place.
Settin’ the terms,
Seein’ what burns…hey…hey...hey.
And if you’re not strong enough,
They’re gonna call your bluff,
You’ll keep ‘em all at bay…hey…hey…hey.
Can’t close your eyes for a moment,
You think it’s gonna slip away.
Find that we’re the only opponent,
At the end of the day…hey…hey.
Say you wanna run with the horses,
Say you wanna run today.
Say you wanna run with the horses,
Wanna run away…hey…hey.
Hey…hey…hey
Hey…hey…hey
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Move, Shake, Bounce
05:03
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(Chorus):
Want you to move, want you to shake.
Want you to bounce, so you don’t break.
Sway with the rhythm, tap with the time.
You already know, the next coming rhyme.
(Chorus)
She says it feels, like it’s killin’ her,
When she’s not running on, all cylinders.
(Chorus)
All the words are just blah blah blah.
La la la, la la la la
Easy to do if only, you think on your feet.
(Chorus)
Oh so right when it’s deep in the chest.
And the very last doubt’s been sweetly confessed.
(Chorus)
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Waiting For You
04:49
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Think I am going, think you are to.
No way of knowing, but we always knew.
Watch as it flies, always sunrise.
Hard to be seen, the music is weeping.
All just a dream, echoes are seeping.
(Chorus):
You’ve come home.
You’ve come home.
Been waiting for you.
Slowly and soft, step after step.
Drifted aloft, almost overslept.
Then through the window, saw with my eyes.
Hours are churning, shift’s almost done.
Can’t spend the earnings, out on the run.
(Chorus)
Think I am going, think you are to.
No way of knowing, but we always knew.
Tried it on for size, before the demise.
Recited at waking, and just after dusk.
To stop this mistaking, wipe off the dust.
(Chorus)
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What Are You Telling Me?
03:04
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What are you telling me?
What are you telling me?
Down below, underneath
What are you telling me?
Is there a way to see?
Is there a way to see?
After hours, in the cracks
What are you telling me?
I think that we'll agree.
I think that we'll agree
It always happens, when unexpected.
What are you telling me?
Don't think it's gonna be
Don't think it's gonna be
A repeat offense, a do-over
What are you telling me?
Hear you talk, watch you walk…and it comes to me.
So I’ll ask you one more time, what are you telling me.
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Feels So Nice
04:26
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Walking in the sun, walking in the sun,
Nothing but the ice beneath my footsteps.
And I will not run, and I will not run,
From the burning pile we've made of old concepts.
Always starts out right when you don't know the story.
Edges undefined, by the pretense of glory.
And it feels so nice,
Walking in the sun, walking in the sun.
When I am with you, when I am with you.
The clock somehow never has any meaning.
Things you say and do, things you say and do.
Speaks to my heart when all is bleeding.
Still not just hanging on by the length of a finger.
Even when you're gone, your essence seems to linger
And it feels so nice,
When I am with you, when I am with you.
If I speak the truth, if I speak the truth.
It’ll ring out true when others hear it.
For the sake of youth, for the sake of youth.
Wipe off the sheen so they can really see it.
Expose and exult the freedom of silence.
The choice to be unknown, is no act of violence.
And it feels so nice,
If I speak the truth, if I speak the truth.
When I am with you, walking in the sun.
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Old Way Of Thinking
06:01
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There's a band playing in the window.
But the street is dark and dead.
I'm trying to listen to things running through my head.
Read about a man from the Reservation.
He could feel the world was sinking.
He said it's clear what we need today is an old way of thinking.
(Chorus):
Old way of thinking.
Things disappear when they're not needed.
Fly off like they never existed.
And convoluted explanations always leave you twisted.
They built a hill outside of town.
From trash piled high and stinking.
They never would have built that hill with the old way of thinking.
(Chorus)
He was broke down on the highway.
So he sang with all his might.
And all the folks driving past thought man that's quite a sight.
He banged out chords on his guitar.
While the hazard lights were blinking.
It all made perfect sense to him, he had an old way of thinking.
(Chorus)
I love you more then words can say.
You never hear that anymore.
Some things they just don't keep in stock at Rosa's Corner Store.
I'll raise a glass and make a toast.
The weather's right for drinking.
And praise the winds that pull us back to an old way of thinking
(Chorus)
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Weak In The Knees
04:41
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Weak in the knees
You make me
Weak in the knees
The Devil's gravel wine
Weak in the knees
That dress is killing me
Weak in the knees
Those lips are baiting me
Lost your way back
Don't worry
It happens all in time now
You can't feel
The next move
Each breath comes as you lie down
Weak in the knees
You make me
Weak in the knees
I drink from your cup
Weak in the knees
Longing for your touch
Weak in the knees
It’s all just way too much
Sweat pours out fast
Don’t worry
You still control the world now
Your eyes bleed
You can’t wait
Put on your tie go downtown
Weak in the knees
You make me, you make me
Weak in the knees
You make me, you make me
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Riverboat Gambler
06:06
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They don't wear suits anymore,
And no dresses with a sash.
All the faces are clean shavin',
Won't see no sweet mustache.
But out here on the Mississippi, they're still hustlin' for the cash.
And the Riverboat Gambler's not a thing of the past.
They come in worn out duds,
Weary from a day on the job.
Cozy up to the table,
Give a nod to dealer Bob.
They won't need a shower tonight, Bob's gonna give 'em a bath.
And the Riverboat Gambler's not a thing of the past.
And all the lights shine bright,
Free spirits to lift you up.
The cute cocktail waitress,
Fills every empty cup.
They say it pays for the schools, then turn around and laugh.
And the Riverboat Gambler's not a thing of the past.
Man curled up on a bench,
Sleeping off the night’s events.
Left his hopes in the slot,
Where he left his dollars and cents.
Now he dreams of steamboat chandeliers sparkling with etched glass.
And the Riverboat Gambler's not a thing of the past.
And all the lights shine bright,
Free spirits to lift you up.
The cute cocktail waitress,
Fills every empty cup.
They say it pays for the schools, then turn around and laugh.
And the Riverboat Gambler's not a thing of the past.
Don’t let the pretty scene fool ya,
Like a fly into the spider's web.
Best to just keep moving.
Head on home instead.
It’ll chew you up, spit you out, and it’ll happen fast.
And the Riverboat Gambler's not a thing of the past
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Reaching Out
03:30
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Reaching out, reaching out, grabbing hold, so I’m told.
Reaching out, reaching out, to the heat, off the street.
Threw away some memories so I could make some space.
It was time to go, away.
Away…it was time to go, it was time to go, away.
Reaching out, reaching out, low and high, hear a cry.
Reaching out, reaching out, ways of love, what it was.
Still it keeps on getting better, I know it is right.
Soften as I fall, unfold.
Unfold…soften as I fall, soften as I fall, unfold.
Slow and steady as she goes, hits you all at once.
Breathing as it sails, on by.
On by…breathing as it sails, breathing as it sails, on by.
Reaching out, reaching out, lines in sand, a golden strand.
Reaching out, reaching out, acting raw, thought I saw.
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Give 'em What They Need
05:19
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Guessing at the motivations,
Combing through the facts.
All gets lost in translation,
Falling through the cracks.
The best that can be hoped for,
Is just to plant a seed.
Don’t try to give ‘em what they want,
Give ‘em what they need.
Rolling with the punches,
Got to take your licks.
Throw it against the wall,
See whatever sticks.
One man’s crime against the system,
Is another man’s good deed.
Don’t try to give ‘em what they want,
Give ‘em what they need.
Pulled the rug out from under,
Standing on solid ground.
Rummage through the vacant lot,
See what could be found.
Can’t bandage every cut,
Sometimes you gotta let it bleed.
Don’t try to give ‘em what they want,
Give ‘em what they need.
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