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Hold On Son
02:36
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I know you're down because the heather is brown
But the trout are right about to bring the grizzlies 'round.
If there's a Donner left in Denver, I'll bless your trip
But a calmer man than I would never let you slip.
Hold on son, hold on son
Don't you think that you're the only one
Hold on son, hold on son
Folding now makes you look the colder one
Your mama wrote to me before she passed
She'd plead for me to lead you on a tighter path
And I know that I been drinking like a gutter fish,
But what kind of a dick would nick his mom's last wish.
Chorus
I know that most I'll do is slow your flow
'Cause you can't each a trout where or how to go
Just promise me you'll make your mama proud
And pay your dad a visit when the heather is loud
Chorus
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2. |
T Street Scandal
03:13
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Four ways on a quarter on a snowy day
Will take a little while if you lose your way
If Cory’s on the corner, you’re a laugh away
But I don’t know
Where he’ll find you
Or how long
He’s there to stay
So say ‘hello,’
To let him know
That the vines
Are fallin’ fine
Then he’ll oblige
Up the road
You follow home
Then off you go
Staring into the sunset
Find the road again
Down to T Street
So say ‘hello,’
To let him know
That the vines
Are fallin’ fine
Then he’ll oblige
Up the road
You follow home
Cause when you pass the court on the other side
They’ll know you got something to hide
So chalk it all up to your insight
And ask if he’ll spare you a light
Four ways on a quarter on a snowy day
Will take a little while if you lose your way
If Cory’s on the corner, you’re a laugh away
Then off you go
Staring into the sunset
Find the road again
Down to T Street
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3. |
The Jive
03:15
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I laughed when she told me it was Saturday,
It takes a few minutes for my mind to wake,
The motor boaters oughta be on their way I swear.
Well when I could leave I left and man I raced away,
A grimace outta Grotious won’t save no face,
Adios, te llamo, I’m a momma’s man, oh yeah.
Some guys, think they’re flowing,
Waltzing over patterns that are tattered but barely alive.
Sometimes, it’s worth knowing,
You’re tantalized, by the rhythm of the jive
Well I retreated all defeated ‘cause I needed space,
Seated by the preacher for eating paste,
Wasted what was laced on a trigger trace I swear.
Once around the bay made for a stressful day,
The motor boaters floated me home to stay,
Picked up like a pup and holed to howl away,
It’s the rhythm of the day
Some guys think their flowing
(whistle)
Sometimes it’s worth knowing
You’re tantalized, by the rhythm of the jive.
Some guys, think they’re flowing,
Waltzing over patterns that are tattered but barely alive.
Sometimes it’s worth knowing,
You’re tantalized, by the rhythm of the jive
Once around the bay made for a stressful day,
The motor boaters floated me home to stay,
Picked up like a pup and holed to howl away,
It’s the rhythm of the day.
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4. |
Hung On
03:42
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May I ask you for an update?
I've been pacing around
My mouth is dry, my feet ache
I've been scratching out sounds
How do you keep me so hung on
When I've been left out too long
How do you feel when we cross our eyes?
Why you gotta pass me by?
A montage scene ain't a walk in the park
When love won't catch up with your heart
She came out harsh and sharp
She can't tell love and hate apart
Feeling low and feeling misplaced
You must be kidding me now
Waiting on some other mistakes
Searching for higher ground
Oh, is this what you expected of me
Two eyes, two ears
But all you do is speak
Oh, is this all that we could be
Too tied to too much
And everything I need
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5. |
Oh! Honey
02:25
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I got dues to pay by Monday.
I got Blues for when my mind aches,
But my scratches all scatter the ground,
And I can’t help think of the town,
Where we might be living.
There’s a fine I should be paying.
I don’t mind; I’m just delaying.
But if I had a second to spare,
And a big ol’ breath of air,
I would find you, sit and stare,
And say, “I miss you”
Oh honey, keep your mind on where your foot falls,
It only skips a dip in the same river twice.
Now honey, keep your mind on where your head falls.
I see you set your sights on your own self tonight.
I have days I forget to shower,
Setting graves out by the flowers,
‘Cause I chase myself down rabbit holes,
Set apart from solid gold,
And going on gets to getting old,
Bagged and sold in a town,
Where I might find you.
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6. |
Growin' Mold
03:36
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Sit with me a second dear, I've been all over the map
My shrugs're heavy and my sighs are clear of a kind that cleans the trap
But ain't you ever kicked a can before, don't you know it gets you down?
I gotta try to think of something else
I gotta stay in sound
But it's getting cold and
Right on my tail
I've got a North Dakotan, softly-spoken treasure trail
It don't get much older
It's got silver hair
I can't be scolding, growing mold behind my veil
Take a swim in a summer wind
Just as calm as singing free
And from a hammock comes a message sent as it falls into a dream
And when it goes it leaves a center stone
Like a bite in the breeze
But it may be broken
Cut from its knee
No I’m never joking, told to rope it 'til it bleeds
Long as I find something that's mine in this mystery
Long as Ii see some change of season as well
I don’t know why I would try to be keeping it discreet
Caught up inside of a well
Cramping with no one to tell
Slow down, you've got nothing
No crown, no one home
I've found, if you’re patient
Growing mold's the way to go
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7. |
If I Gotta Go
03:33
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I've been living my whole life
Like I got lots of time
Going dreaming again
Thinking it's alright
Let no one beside me
Like I had a beam
I had to grow
From the things I'd seen
I listened to the preacher
Like he was in on the scheme
Now I pray to God on my knees
To set my love free
No one beside me
When the cold sets in
So hard to go where you haven't been
I guess, if I gotta go
I'm going where the sun is hot
With waterfalls of gold
And someone sweet to talk to
I guess, if I gotta go
I'm going and I'll never stop
And if the night takes me,
Then I hope I get another shot
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8. |
Lullaby/I'm Free
06:23
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Up on the water,
You got me waitin’
Passing time
Hesitating
Up after midnight
You got me wasted
Broken rhymes
Broken faces
He started on the farm just breaking horses
When he caught my eye
I shoulda let him go but I took his arm, oh why?
He always thought of Rome as the perfect target,
But you can decide
He never quite remembered
Even kings can die
Chorus
Caught up in the storm of a new opponent,
He sat and sighed
Now all he does is sing his lullaby
Yes, you’re welcome, you’re excused,
Words that seldom seem to be,
Used by fools to set the scene
Chorus
He started on the farm just breaking horses
Though he never learned to ride
Now all he does is sing his lullaby
(I’m free and a little bit older)
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9. |
Brighten Me Up
02:34
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You brighten me up babe,
You settle me down tonight
You brighten me up babe,
To tell me that it’s alright
A waging widow once said to me,
You shoulda stuck at the infirmary,
When you were ready they’d of set you free,
And they made a bed for you to sleep
But then I stopped,
Cause she don’t know
Where I wanna be
Chorus
When I told you,
Of my crimes
My eyes could hold you
And yours would shy away from mine
Chorus
A Reagan ditto once bled to me
They shoulda killed you for your felony
You shoulda seen me when I was a teen,
A dream and a Princeton degree,
But then I stopped
Cause he don’t know
Who I wanna be
Chorus
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10. |
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I don't want to be a burden
I said to a shrug
If I didn't know any better
I'd get a life, I'd get strung
Taking chances, going faster,
All of it'll change you
Rip your page out of the phone book
I know how to call my shots
When it finds you baby, don't look
Don't peak til it's gone
You know why I lead you
Won't you let some of it go
You don't always have to show
I can move, I can go with you
I can move, I can go.
Why'd you have to go and be so hurtful
Like everyone knew you could
Spitting out dirt by the mouthful
Get it while the getting’s good
You can blame you, I could blame me
We're all saying the same thing
Chorus x 2
Learn it the right way
Or put on the right face
It's a new day
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11. |
Safety Zone
03:09
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Dr. Beauchamp told me where to run,
He said that I could never see no one,
I wanna roll
Heard a lot about what I forget
Good thing no one hasn’t seen me yet
I wanna roll
Doo’s
When I wake up on the side of the road,
I need to piece together what I’m told
I wanna roll
No one’s ever asked me what I take,
It’s a sloppy mind that I don’t make
I wanna roll
When I heard about the sacrifice,
I could hardly even act surprised
No one’s ever down to go alone
I’d rather see you in the morning light,
Than tuck you in the deep of night
Cause in that moment you’re my safety zone
No one’s ever asked me what I take,
Whatever chemicals you forsake
I wanna roll
When I heard about the sacrifice,
I could hardly even act surprised
No one’s ever down to go alone
I’d rather see you in the morning light,
Than tuck you in the deep of night
Cause in that moment you’re my safety zone
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Loose excuses,
I haven’t schooled you since Birdland boarded up.
How flies the small time?
Out on the corner mashing mangoes for a dime.
The silent type?
It’s alright.
It’s quite alright.
Beauty queen huh?
A tempered timepiece in the jewel box,
Come February,
I guess that sash won’t have friends to bury.
Too in sight?
No appetite?
That’s quite alright.
You look a new Cruella,
Right hook, when I tell ya,
One look is all it takes to tease a troubled mind.
You took the road as a neighbor,
And saw a crook as a savior,
Shook off the crushing cross of being mine,
But never, never said why it had died.
Woah Margaux! What keeps us feeling so lonely?
Woah Margaux! Why trade our mornings for the moonlight?
Woah! I’m feeling so lonely.
And oh Margaux, why trade our mornings for the moonlight?
Nothing’s right.
Nothing’s quite right.
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13. |
Mini
04:58
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Who did you think would fall
I spent a lot of time running
It won't matter what you say at all
When mini's coming, gunning
On a dusty road,
With any place he wants to go
Driving himself crazy
All he does is sleep
He's got no time to dream
Oh baby
Sipping on frosted ice
Lotsa shit on his mind
Driving himself crazy
He might finally pop tonight
Unless he can get high
Oh baby
Has he seen what he's done?
No cause if it don't bother him,
It don't matter anyhow
Will he reap what he's sown?
Nobody knows
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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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