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Reckless Angel
04:24
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Love like an angel.
Love like a reckless angel.
Love like a fool, so reckless, so reckless.
Love like an angel, reckless angel.
Reckless angel, love like a fool, so reckless.
Love like an anchor, holding fast, steady below.
Love like a mainsail, love like a mainsail,
white in Antarctic snow.
Dizzy spinning in a cloud,
I have no wings to hold me now.
I can’t see, I can’t breathe,
paralyzed,
I can’t speak out loud.
Reckless angel.
Love like a fire that won’t be contained.
Love like a roof; hold out the rain.
Love like a painter smoothing wrinkles and scars.
Love like the sand; below you wherever you are.
Love like a wildflower, tender and new.
Love like a watchtower; shining on your way through.
Reckless angel.
Reckless.
Reckless angel.
Love like the tides,
tugged by the moon,
pushed by the waves.
Love like a star,
ten million light years away.
Love like an angel nobody sees.
Love like a fool.
It’s reckless, it’s reckless.
Reckless angel.
Reckless angel.
Reckless.
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The Captain's Watch
06:23
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The captain’s watch is ticking,
we’re standing in a row.
I’m thinking of my wife at home,
and a babe I’ve yet to know.
I’ve written her a letter,
in case I don’t come back.
I left it in our dugout,
now we’re waiting to attack.
He’s calling us, “Fix Bayonets!”
and we pass it down the line.
I can’t make my fingers work,
the sergeant tell me I’ll be fine.
My country says it needs me
to do a valiant thing.
And they waved their flags and buntings,
and they sang God Save the King,
but there are many making money
from the armaments and guns.
So for the sake of God and Mammon
we will sacrifice our sons.
The captain’s watch is ticking,
a tear rolls down his cheek.
He wipes it with a gloved hand
lest the men should think him weak.
And there’s a Bible in his pocket,
and a pistol in his hand,
and he’s going to kill the enemy,
for that is God’s command.
Now we’ve fixed our bayonets,
and there’s just seconds left to go.
If I never reach the other side,
I wonder, if my wife will know.
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Talking to Myself
04:52
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I woke up talking to myself last night.
And the sound of my heart,
beating too fast, beating too hard.
My mouth was dry,
and I just didn't feel right.
Six weeks ago,
you would have been here beside me.
Sleeping in silver starlight, star-bright.
Now we're apart, think I'm coming part too.
I've got pieces of the past.
torn and broken, it didn't last.
Ohhh, where did I go wrong?
Just before the morning came,
as I drifted off
I thought I heard you call my name.
Oh, I got it bad, oh, and,
another day goes crawling cold and flat.
I wonder who you’re with,
and where you're at.
Oh, why do I do that. Why?
I came home talking to my self tonight,
and the sound of my voice,
scared me a little, yeah it scared me.
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Doctor Pain
05:02
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You were swapping out a tire
on a double axle dump,
by the side of Toto road.
But the frame was getting rusty,
it must of cracked above the jack,
and it shifted the load.
Well you tried to hold the handle,
but you heard something snap,
and got the biggest pain, you ever knowed.
Now it's forty-nine miles to the ER.
Two weeks waiting for the surgery.
Ninety days in bed in the dark.
By then you wasn't taking to no therapy.
Oxycontin, oh Oxycontin.
first the pink ones, then the gold
and now the blues.
Oxycontin, i
that’s all that's left of you.
No I don't doubt the suffering
you were in was quite severe.
You never been the kind
who would malinger.
But ever since the day
you got that script from Doctor Pain,
you don't feel anything.
Damn, you hardly lift a finger.
Now it's twenty-nine months
of living in your scars.
It's fading away,
fading like your memory.
Counting days in doses,
in a plastic jar,
and still you ain't into taking no therapy.
Oxycontin, oh Oxycontin.
first the pink ones, then the gold and now the blues.
Oxycontin, that's all that I'll leave you.
It’s all you really need.
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5. |
I Am Your Man
03:46
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I could never be your teacher,
I’m not wearing hearts or patches on my sleeve.
But I believe in learning,
and I’m yearning for a new start.
I catch myself daydreaming,
just scheming how to reach you.
No, I can’t be your sugar-daddy
or a trash talking super-baddy,
I’m no gambler, nor ramble-round-joe,
I like to take it slow, and think before I go.
Well I know,
you might find that dull,
but in the lull,
in a perfect moment there…
make a connection,
feel the convection,
the heat,
the beat
on a rain-slick street.
I’m no kind of hero,
jukebox, tragic-comic,
soap-box, mega-manic,
all I’ve got’s right here
so put down your phone,
let me say it clear…
I am your man.
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6. |
Dream Sea Serenade
04:53
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Beautiful dreamer,
on a dream sea.
Stars twinkling,
waves sparkling, hypnotically.
The noise of the city
is gone with the day.
The surf on the shoreline
is far far away.
Beautiful dreamer,
prince of my night.
Can you still see me
in blue Luna light.
Cast in the REM
of your inner eyesight.
Beautiful dreamer,
dream peacefully.
Beautiful dreamer,
on a dream sea.
Mermaids and narwhals
sing sweet harmony.
Tendrils of mist
gently dance with the wave.
On the horizon
the stars start to fade.
Beautiful dreamer,
a new day will start.
Rise to my serenade
let sorrow depart
Beautiful dreamer,
awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer
awake unto me!
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7. |
Late for Breakfast
02:54
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Little Teahouse
06:43
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In a sepia canon,
misty with fog.
Sleeping in the shadows,
drizzle on lush sod.
Between brooding boulders,
cliffs overhanging, and constantly weeping.
She sees a fishermen’s village
on the shores of a lake.
Tiny wood houses
with roofs of wood shake.
Boats on the water,
boats tied to piers.
Nets, floats and weirs.
She hides her desperation,
puts on her bravest face.
How can a lady find shelter and food,
in such a backwater place.
She steps oh so lightly
on the old muddy trail.
Cormorants hush
when they see her face so drawn and pale.
Through bamboo gates, and up just ahead.
she can see three lamps flickering.
At the edge of a garden,
soft, dark and green.
The tiniest tea house
she ever had seen.
The path there so crooked,
on stones across a creek,
the front door was hardly up to her knees.
As she looked at it puzzled,
a friendly voice spoke:
"We love to have strangers,
in our little tea house.
We welcome all travelers,
in our little tea house."
“Sir, you truly are kind,
and yes, I am traveling.
It's not by my choice.
But your entry is so low
and your doorway's so small.
I'm afraid I'm too large
to get through.”
(Ah, but that's what everyone here must do.}
“We love to have strangers,
in our little tea house.
We welcome all travelers,
in our little tea house.
The doorway is small,
the tables are low.
The fare here is simple
and the service is slow.
So nobody too big,
ever comes around.
To our little tea house.”
So she knelt down,
she crawled through,
into the lamplight,
by some counts,
she grew!
Enjoyed the best tea,
on the finest of nights.
Savored the dried fish,
and the fresh bowl of rice.
“We love to have strangers,
in our little tea house.
We welcome all travelers,
in our little tea house.
The doorway is small,
the tables are low.
The fare here is simple
and the service is slow.
So nobody too big, ever comes around.
To our little tea house.
To our little tea house.
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9. |
Chrono-Port
03:34
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Time travel,
it's so easy now.
Let's go back,
let's go back baby.
Time travel,
it's so easy now,
meet me at the Chrono-Port honey.
Time travel,
it's the thing to do.
Floating down the Nile
with the pharaohs.
Time travel,
don't you wanna' go
back to '66 in San Francisco.
Tripping like a bubble in the flow.
So meet me at the Chrono-Port.
Time travel,
how they do it boggles.
Sneak into the future if you dare...
But bring some drinking water,
goggles and a tank of breathing air.
Radiation! Radiation!
Orange lizards everywhere!
Time travel,
it's so easy now,
tickets sold in bitcoin only.
Time travel,
just keep this tip in mind.
Trekking the Pre-Cambrian gets lonely.
Time travel,
just never ask them how.
Meet me at the Chrono-Port honey.
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11. |
Favorite Shot of Whiskey
04:33
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I understand you’re getting some guff,
in that office where you work.
You mighta’ made a little peccadillo,
probably just another self-invested jerk,
and your redneck cousin’s awful mad
‘cause you don’t spell clan with k,
and the trust-fund-moribunds who live across the hall
Seem to hate every record you play.
But you’re my favorite shot of whiskey
even if you’re not their cup of tea.
You’re my favorite shot of whiskey -
acquired taste,
a pleasure guilty,
smoky, sweet, smooth and silky,
limestone hills in the moonlight
cloaked in white oaks misty –
you’re my favorite
shot of whiskey – you’re my…
I suppose I should say I’m sorry.
Some people seem to never get your story.
No doubt it causes consternation,
and all that negativity
is bound to bring you down.
But as for me it’s really just as well.
It means that when they ring that bell,
you’ll be heading home and I always
appreciate you coming round.
'Cause, you’re my favorite shot of whiskey.
I’m glad you’re not their cup of tea.
You’re my favorite shot of whiskey
acquired taste,
a pleasure guilty
citrus, vanilla, mint and honey,
river bottom cornfield in mid-July
steamy hot and sunny –
You’re my favorite
shot of whiskey...
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12. |
Days of Wine and Roses
03:02
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Return To Normal North Judson, Indiana
Return to Normal is Corinne and Marty Lucas -- mostly acoustic oriented new folk with a theatrical and storytelling approach, rich tonal blends and a subtle infusion of jazz and soul elements.
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