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Dorothy
03:11
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Midnight, comes around, the day you turn 19
Bags packed, you're ready, cab’s revving in the street
He turns in his seat, ‘hey, where you wanna go?’
Goodbye honey babe, the rents are gonna miss ya
Wet eyes kiss your bedroom, Dad’s hand goes to his jaw
They don’t know where you are or what the hell you're gonna do
But let those tears slide, fall onto the ground
Rearview echoes of your hometown
Some nights you go dancing, fix your hair and shoes
Skin tight buys you whisky, can’t afford to choose
Stumblin’ down the street, oh, where to turn your feet
Street lamps, sidewalks spinning with the world
The twister that brought you into color
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Woke Up Once In Mexico
03:24
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I used to get high
From the risks I threw and plans I made
And I was alright
When they started to fade
When I find myself
Walking beaches down in Mexico
I settle back
Into playing Romeo
‘Cause when I lean a little closer
I can feel the hint of her breeze
And when I feel my bones a-rattling
They fall before the joke of her tease
Oh please
A complete unknown
I sleep the afternoon away
Trapped in the sun
With no place to stay
‘Cause with another consummation
You tuck your head between your knees
And in a tender situation
You can’t expect to keep your seat
Oh please
It might be that tequila that I tried
Or the salty mist from the five o clock high tide
But sultry echoes never seem to die
No sultry echoes never seem to die
I don’t know why
I fucked over the girl I met
I can’t seem to find
A way to forget
It might be that tequila that I tried
Or the salty mist from the five o clock high tide
But sultry echoes never seem to die
No sultry echoes never seem to die
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3. |
Portrait
04:12
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I painted back in school to pass the time
The time behind the easel eased my mind
There's still a still hanging in my den
The strokes in white all rushing to the sand
Past few years I haven't done too much
Since open canvass tops have done enough
And even if I found time in the day
I wouldn't have a glance to give away
Take me home to my brick house back in Brentwood
The only one my parents could afford
Set the fireflies and purple skies in moonstone
And let me stay outside a little more
Dreams that once dripped off my father's brush
Don't mean too much beside my daughter's touch
So find for me the cadmium blue paint
Her little eyes look gorgeous at the age
Let me mind and let me find time for my family
To hear the things they never need to say
And when there's someone missing from the kitchen window
I'll paint one where her smile never fades
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Up The Rusty
04:05
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Up the rusty stairs
Past the alley's shade
Kissed the wind with a smile
And drew its breath away
She's a little wild
She's the dawn in May
And in a little while
She'll come out and play
Though the air is still
That floods the city streets
Her hair falls out of place
With her eyes on her feet
She's a little wild
She's the dawn in May
And it's my silent mind
That's drawn to stay
And when she raised her chin
And put her hair in place
I woke tangled and torn
And still saw her face
In a little while
When my loans are paid
I'll stuff my pockets deep
And step out of the shade
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5. |
Picasso Gotcha Down
03:22
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There's someone in my ceiling at night
And I want to help her
I want to tell her all about my youth
But something in the way her hair's tied
She's not about to stay
I've got no cards to play when her belly is full
And it seems
That the sum of her dreams
Was less than a scene with her lover
I see her shoulder's sullen sinking
And I want to help her
Don't want to sell her any one of my friends
But she just asks what I'm drinking
And goes off to get herself the same
And though I'm circling the drain I'll follow her
Round the bender
Oh the tempest
Oh the soft and metal ground
And I know that I don't say what I'm thinking
I know that I'm just a flimsy old fool
And when you see you're not Picasso
When your excitement fades
Passing the time plays no marching snare for you
And when you back breaks from laughter
When your smile shines with spite
For every whisper-ridden night that normally haunts you
Write it in gemstone
Put it where it can breathe
I know that I don't say what I'm thinking
I know that I'm just a flimsy old fool
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My love, could you hold up
For a minute or two
It seems all of my skipping
Has untied my shoe
But the moment these laces
Find themselves in embraces
I'll catch up to you
My dear, just a second
My legs are sore
They feel like they'll fall apart
If pushed one mile more
But if you're still marching
All the way to the shore then
I'll be seeing you real soon
Darling, my sweet
You bring only clear skies
No clouds watch you go
The sun tears up my eyes
Your's is the only shadow
I can see for miles
But it's not something I can hold
Wontcha hold me
Dontcha go
My baby's flown
She can't hold me
Her head has grown
She's on her own
Sometimes I get nervous
Sometimes my smile's fake
But with you there's something new
That makes my boots shake
But all that I had to offer was less than
You wanted to take
So I'll just leave you this note
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7. |
Frankie's Song
04:02
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Never steal her surfboard
Let her dye your hair
On the sandless seashore
Frankie flips her hair
Well she’d say she’s thirsty
And she’d say she’s bored
But she rolls her shirtsleeves
At the neighbor’s door
She pokes a broom in the living room
Hums a tune de tres bon album
Minds the zoo ‘til the day is lost
And her arms are crossed
Behind her head
Well it’s another serving
It’s an extra step
It’s the wheel a-turning
It’s a hard fought breath
She pokes a broom in the living room
Hums a tune de tres bon album
Minds the zoo ‘til the day is lost
And her arms are crossed
Behind her head
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8. |
Fiona Gotcha Goin'
03:01
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She never thought that she would settle down,
She’s the queen of the chandelier.
Lost it all to a guilty call,
Prayed aloud so the sun could hear.
She walked Fiona down the avenue,
My brother took one step too far.
A quiet moment for a quick review.
Never wanted to work so hard.
She was set in stone by a shop display
Lost in thoughts that broke her day
The kids all pull on her torn pant leg
She had to let ‘em beg
Long enough,
Lazarus
Shake it off
Get on up
It’s outta sight
When she surrendered to a broken mind,
She called a cab on a passing day
A picture tender is a subtle find,
She needs a promise for the path she paved.
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Afternoon Alone
05:48
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A dying autumn vine hangs outside my dirty window,
The gentle clouds block the fiery sky.
I wander down the staircase, grab my coat and take a walk.
I'll catch the last taste of setting sun.
And I'm still a little high from my afternoon alone,
If I think too much I'll ruin my day.
I stop to take a rest and hear the dark Potomac whine,
But the song I couldn't finish fills my head.
La da da da
A homeless city busker strums an out of tune guitar,
He lets his weathered words fall where they land
I drop him a dollar, zip my coat and leave him there,
Careful not to show my turning head
And all his stumbling breaths die in the open air
And all his stories might as well be stone
And though I sit alone now on the short side of the pane
I hum a tune that won’t hold me long
La da da da da da da
I can’t think of many things I’d do over
And I seem pretty cool in my head.
I’ve always been amazed by what’s around me
And I know I’ll be alright in the end
I find myself a padded seat on which I’ll be cemented
I’m sober and I’m tired and I’m done
My eyes can’t seem to focus and my fingers start to drip
And everything around me tastes like sand
And some crowds smile with their faith up in the clouds
And others search the pavement just ahead
But the symphony of movers and their city-sidewalk stomps
Never once made me nod my head
La da da da da da da
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10. |
It Feels Like This
04:48
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She once told me to split for the city
I gave too many chills to waste
She had no clue she was kissing all my daydreams
With all her words I took as true
And when I told her my life was on the line
She warned I thought too much to shine
Leaning on a wooden fence your father built sometime
Looking for a heaven-sent you used to find at night
Ripped jeans hanging off your hips, your t shirt sweated though
Goosebumps grab your damp arm hair, the mud clings to your shoes
The months kept draining, lost in hesitation
The days they never seem to choose
After midnight I fall into assessment
With blistered heels and fingertips
And when the time comes to pay my monthly dues
My songs can't fill the envelope
Oh my god your voice is pretty
Play another one for me
I'm stuck as still as air
Whatcha doing playing here?
Blue moon somewhere, hang in the air
Blues tune out there, sing for your cares
Leaning on a wooden fence your father built sometime
Looking for a heaven-sent you used to find at night
Ripped jeans hanging off your hips, your t shirt sweated though
Goosebumps grab your damp arm hair, the mud clings to your shoes
Voices quaking through you head that yo ya no soy yo
Fingers shaking fight your grip on what you hope you know
Looking back the still-born sky shows the school you won't attend
Only peek in glances at the life that you once led
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The Ripples Washington, D.C.
Founded in 2013, The Ripples are a post-modern band that takes influence from 60s pop music, but doesn’t shy away from dipping their feet in the blues. They love playing covers and jams to excite a bar crowd and generate a great late-night pulse, but their main passion is working with their original music until all the grooves and changes sound just right. ... more
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