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Headed out East, said I'd take care of someone
But once I got there I only thought of myself
In New York.
So much to see and stories to make
There's a used book store
for every single damn day of my life
In New York
It's not your fault, New York
I read Pursuit of God at Ground Zero
It's hard to rebuild, so easy to destroy
In New York
How would I know what I could lose
by a wrong stop walking down Lexington Avenue?
In New York
It's not your fault, New York
In the Bowery Station
The bum was singing
Like A Rolling Stone
I was poor myself
but I gave that beggar
All that I owned
because he was right
I let the right girl get away
I let the right girl slip away
Ohh New York.
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2. |
I Could (N)ever Kiss You
03:51
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I roofed today with a broken heart
Cause you and me (we) are not in love
But we'd like to be
the one's that wrinkle up and die
with the other by the side
O!
I'd like another drink
O!
Would you like another drink
We'll drink this night away
and we'll try not to obey
The swelter and the sweat
That has too many regrets
These are the last words that I'll say to you again
This is where I'll crossword
and you'll sip lemonade
we'll yell at all the young punks
walking by our place
We said that with a smile
We laughed as we wanted truth
but there's gotta be a reason why
I could (N)ever kiss you
O!
It's ironic that I gave up on love
Around the same time that I learned to write love songs
It's iconic that we'd never get this right
While looking for any excuse to
TOUCH! TOUCH! TOUCH!
There's plenty of room on this air mattress bed
That you use as a couch
but we'll meet in the middle
so our shoulders can make love
sweet love
We really don't need to talk this close
We're almost nose to runny nose
I can hear you from here
This is so unnecessary
You're so beautiful
that I find it scary
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3. |
We Were Berlin
02:50
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You were West Side
I was East Berlin
I couldn't get by
You wouldn't let me in
and we were all torn up
I'd trade you roses
for your twolips
that were stuck so close
that I couldn't even kiss but
every once in a while you would mumble something
I'm talking to my phone and it's telling me
I'll be all alone unless I do something
Talking to my friends and they're telling me
The best things in life are the easiest lost
We're both Star Trek
I'm the original
If I had to peg you
I'd have to say you're Voyageur
Strong woman always trying to run her own ship
I'd rather hug you
than have sex with her
I'd rather love you for a day
than to lust for a year
but we don't always get what we want now do we baby
I'll buy you roses
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4. |
O! Regina
02:52
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O! Regina, nothin's fina
as I'm concerned
These sidewalks we built memories
the lies and truth diverge
It was here
They brought Louis down
It was here
That Roger Ing is in the ground
O! Queen City
You're so pretty with lights off
and in the sunlight
burning eyelids
on the corners that we talked
It was here
We watched the first snowfall
It was here
You left for Montreal
I will miss you when I'm gone
They'll put my body in you're ground
O! Sweet capital
You're palpable and great.
The days I loved you most
were those I spoke of you in hate
It was here
They beat the Trekkers down
It was here
that Tommy Douglas walked the ground
It was here
Where you first smiled at me
It was here
We packed up for NYC
It was here
That the CCF took flight
It was here
We danced in dark Wascana night
It was here
We jumped from roofs and ran a lot
It was here
The queen would wave her hand at us
it was here
that Big Bear would take the blame
It was here
That John A. laid his tracks in shame
It was here
We kissed at the Ledge library
it was here
I almost lost my teeth
O! pile of bones
you're remarkable alone
I lived just off Vic(toria avenue)
but every street I called my home.
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5. |
Are We Still In Love?
02:51
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Calling just to ask you
Across specific oceans
Could we be just as free
locked up in your pretty mind?
You said that you believe me
well take this hand and be with me
All this time
a pew promise
that we made when we were five
I called just to ask you
three questions pointed at you
but the first
will bring a hearse
two and three will take your life
(you won't survive)
Are we still in love
Cause your touch does more harm than good
I wrote you this letter
While wearing a vest sweater
Yep, I grew up.
Staying home
sick of this kid bull-shit stuff
Stamped to destinations
Your the flaw that lights my nations
Let's take these lamps
and photographs
make them movies of our lives
when I was young
I went camp Whitney Fishing
With My father I was wishing for a chance
To reel in just one
While he was teaching me to cast he
caught a bass
somewhere where the water meets the sun
All day I waited for my turn
Seasick and sunburned
Some nibbles but never a bite.
Shot down, from where I was hoping
walked home disappointed
I was only 8
But nothing has changed.
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6. |
Kidz
01:01
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NONE
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7. |
Old Chicago
03:12
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Let down your hair.
Your laugh becomes
a currency in this bankrupt world.
These drinks impress, depress, inflate.
We celebrate at half past eight
a saint I know is rolling in his grave
Life is short so you might as well waste it
Old Chicago I could burn you in your eye
You're the Cyclops who was eating us alive
You've seen the worst of me, still you don't act surprised
Your uncraned neck, your disregard,
was an obvious reply
Your streetlight winked
and we both knew.
We understood,
that we don't know,
for forgettings what we do
We gave them art,
the man took it down,
held by a jumprope
to the meridian.
Too beautiful for this town
Old Chicago
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8. |
Art Is Life/Life Is Art
02:38
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You're so safe.
Deliberate decision with no time to brace
for attack. I won't need to I won't need to.
You're not like them.
You'll never make me swear to never write again
But you
will never make me feel like shit at all.
Every kiss I'm planting place except your lips
You taste so good and I'm overrated.
My hands fall down, pulling at your waste
until it's complimenting mine.
You started half of that fireball
while I was thinking about our marriage
in the car
When I came in I finished the rest
and you showed me how my deeds undress you.
Canvas mess.
Creating stories
that we'd rather forget
With these rings
our costumes buried in the sea.
If life is art and art is life
then Pollack would be proud.
"It doesn't make much
difference how you use the paint,
just as long as you say something real."
Do you take this hand
stand out on the bounds and I'll join you for a couple of rounds
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Eyes
02:32
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You, you've got a new hairstyle.
The guys kinda like it,
the girls think it's a little to wild.
Hey! you've got a new way to dance.
The guys kinda like it,
the girls just think that you're looking for attention
thought they'd never mention it.
I've got eyes that see just fine,
when it comes to you.
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10. |
Sleeping With A Stranger
03:32
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You're not solid gold.
At least that was what I was told
by an old friend of ours.
The secrets that we keep
on and below your sheets;
we did a lot of lying in your bed
Next to you;
the secrets we composed.
Next to you;
the scars which we exposed,
Next to you;
the person I became
Next to you;
Sleeping with a stranger that you know so well.
You were lying, when you were lying next to me
you're movement lacked sincerity
and you were gone
before my mouth opened for words
that of course would sound absurd
to living breathing friends and foes.
Sleeping with a stranger
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11. |
Ortona, Christmas, 43
03:02
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Green eyes and a setting sun.
Three days before we're dead or done.
Look at my hands
what have I done?
I could not know
Offer this eternal peace,
that if our bodies bury
here underneath,
that we would rise with you,
our sin washed clean,
with perfect blood
Halleluiah
I look at my hands;
the things that I've done.
I trust when He says,
"It's finished, it's done"
I look to his hands,
the things that he's done.
What my sacrifice lacks
he'll finish with his.
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