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Turn the Keys
04:37
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Im either stallin' or runnin' the lights
Gettin' too much traction, or startin' to slide i can never find a decent speed.
But i can keep it 'tween the lines when you're there to guide me.
Got a few knocks under the hood, a whole lot of bad, but just a little more good, maybe a dent or two along the side.
But enough in the tank to take ya for a little ride, so..
Let's turn the Keys. Let's get turned on, (now baby)
How you move me. Lets move it along.... and we'll see.
Now ive been spinnin' my wheels for a while.
Findin' every pothole 'tween every mile, tho i can't say it ain't been worth the time.
Got a rearview full of tears, but its a clear horizon.
So lets take these feelins out for a ride. Roll down all the windows, let the world blow by. You know how much it means to me to be free.
But when you pull up shotgun, and you're right there beside me, im thinkin,
Lets turn the keys, Lets get turned on, now baby, How you move me.
Lets move it along...... and we'll see.
So when our weekends up to no good. The kitchen counter, and all the sink is full, and we got "No Immediate Plans". But to, take a ride, and let it fall from our hands, Just think it-
You and I, Goin down the road. Simple as it sounds, It's just enough to go..
So... Lets turn the keys.. Lets get turned on, now baby, How you move me.
Lets move it along. Lets move it along.... Lets move it along...
And we'll just see..
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2. |
Here with You
05:05
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Well.
I'm eatin’ a pear and now i think of you, hey i know,
You're only in the next room.
And now i tug on my hair, i think of cuttin’ it all off, and gettin’ back,
To the ways that i once knew,
Now i cant really say, why i get this way, must admit im scared to change.
But all that i can do, is sit around like your fool, because i only,
Wanna be here with you.
Alright.
I'm eatin’ a pear and now i think of you, honey i know,
You're only in the next room.
And now i tug on my hair, i think of cuttin’ it all off, and gettin’ back,
To the comb-over ways i once knew,
Now i cant really say, why i get this way, must admit im ‘fraid to change.
But all that i can do, is sit around like your fool, because i only,
Wanna be here with you.
Now im pinchin’ every penny, Gotta get it all together, cause i know,
We need that money too!
An all these voices in my head, turns out theyre really people, tellin me,
All the things that i should do.
Now i Dont really know, how they followed me home, freeloadin’ off my mind.
But in a moment or two, they will be flung, far from the room, cause i only,
Wanna be here with you.
Alright
Well i did it again, i put down my pen, now who knows?- what i was gettin’ up into.
I was tryin to write a song, important for someone, and ended up, doin just what i do.
Now maybe in my past, i could fathom a grasp. -Don’t know anymore.
Im unsure of what i knew, but what i now know to be true, is how i only,
Wanna write one for You.
Only wanna be here with you. Only wanna be here with you. Only wanna be here with you.
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3. |
Failed Union Blues
06:10
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Well the table was set,
The glasses all were sparkling,
As I sit here, at our dinner for two
Put on my cleanest shirt, and an old blazer also
I know you've been waiting, to try something new
It occurred to me lately
The more I keep thinking,
I'm always in, or going out, of my mind
Now you've mentioned well in passing
It's like I'm just "passing through"
Well, I wanna treat ya
The way you've yearned all this time
Well the candles all are drowning
They've all but nearly died
And I've nearly died inside too
I think I get the message
The dial tone keeps saying
The one you're calling, don't answer to you
Won't you come to me darlin'
And love me all the same
And spare me the failed union blues
Won't you love me for always
And I'll change my tune
And I'll sing the no sorrows waltz, for you
Now as I sit here thinkin'
That band keeps on playin'
That old song, bout an ignorant fool
Now I know it's true...
I waited to long to show ya
I never paid you enough mind
I never held your heart with my hands
All the love that I had, Dear
I kept deep down inside
Now I lament the love I let die
Won't you come to me darlin'
And love me all the same
And spare me the failed union blues
Won't you love me for always
And I'll change my tune
And I'll sing the no sorrows waltz, for you
Well the table is a mess
Glasses all are sweating
As I'm slumped here
At our dinner for two
But that band kept on playin'
As I sit here singing
The old, failed union blues...
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4. |
Fishin'
04:31
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Maybe i should go Fishin', i'll take these rocks outta my pockets and skip'em. Carried so long i swear they're sewn right in.
Maybe i should go Fishin'
(the) News has cluttered our old home place, it's somethin' we've learned,
to carry on our faces. ( And) carry it around, like an old tune,
It's somethin' simple we just sing along to..
Ill kick my boots and leave it all on the dock,
I'll sink my feet in an old familiar spot,
My mind wanders out so far from home,
with thoughts of this world, and my fishin' pole.
As i pull from the pangs of all the destitute,
Ruminations and their ripples seem to slip right thru to me.
Tryin to mine a gold that always existed, and hoping one more throw
might do em justice, and what to i know?-
One more throw might do em justice..
(all) the "war bent" fools been carpet bombin' on my mind, and ya know
i'd really love to fight'em if i had the time..
But across the pond i see my shady spot, now why would i soil my hands as somethin' im clearly not?...
So ..
Maybe i should go Fishin', i'll take these rocks outta my pockets and skip'em. Carried so long i swear they're sewn right in.
Maybe i should go Fishin'
Maybe i should go Fishin'
Maybe i should go... Fishin'....
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5. |
Wild Thing
06:16
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I see you sippin' from that poison cup..
Just like an old friend..
And as i reach for the memory of it..
Well here we go again..
You keep me as your fool, and i keep runnin on back to you.
Not somethin' that i wanna do.. It's something that im used to..
You send me spinnin' till i can't get up, round n round n then...
As i reach for your hopeful hand, well here we go again...
Love is a Wild Thing, and it wants just what it wants..
Don't care about nobody else, ah, love can't help its self...
WIld Thing.. Wild Thing..
Wild Thing.. Wild Thing...
This foolish game just won't ever end,
The feelings won't relent,
Seven pounds in the palm of your hand,
When I see you again
Love is a wild thing,
And it wants just what it wants
Don't care about nobody else
Love can't help itself
Wild Thing.. Wild Thing..
Wild Thing.. Wild Thing...
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6. |
Comin' Up
05:02
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It's just another Illinois night,
Then tomorrow at dawn, another get up and go
Snow's pulling away from our shack
And it's recessing back, into a little puddle
I pull up by the bootstraps, kick the trap, and hope the dust goes blowing through
Just another Illinois night
Landlocked and I'm lookin' for something worth (doin')
Got a good friend on the line, It's been a while, Ain't seen him in a bit
He got the best of me just talkin' about old times and how we used to live
Ain't it funny how things go, time passes, the feeling never fades away
He got a wife and baby on the way and I hope they keep him safe
But me, I'd like some time
To get my head together
Yeah, I need some time
Formulate some kind of mind
Been kicked around a bit, but I'm on top of it
Know I'ma coming back up
Hit the ground a lot, but I collect my feet
And now I'ma comin' back up
Now my head's held together, by a couple loose screws and a bolt that rattles under the hood
And yet it's good to take it out for a spin,
Roll the windows down, get me feelin' good
It's hard to keep it 'tween the lines, most times, my thoughts start switchin' lanes
It ain't the best one on the lot, but it's mine- I wouldn't trade it out for a thing
But me, I'd like some time
To get my head together
Yeah, I need some time
Formulate some kind of mind
Been kicked around a bit, but I'm on top of it
Know I'ma coming back up
Hit the ground a lot, but I collect my feet
And now I'ma comin' back up
But me, I'd like some time
To get my head together
Yeah, I need some time
Formulate some kind of mind
Been kicked around a lot, but I'm still on top
You now I'ma comin' back up
Hit the ground a lot, but I collect my feet, you see
And now I'ma comin' back up
Now I'm comin' back up...
Now I'm comin' back up...
Now I'm comin' back up...
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