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Words and Such
02:42
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I really wanna tell you how I feel about you
but I don't really wanna tell you how I feel about you
Well maybe I don't really know how I feel about you oh-ho
I think I could be honest 'bout your soft, pressing lips
And I could maybe write a sonnet if it returned a kiss
But I don't wanna tell you how I feel about you
'cause you turn around and walk from me
And I don't wanna be a man apart
Any more than I am and you know that I would be without you
You're like glue
And I know that ain't a flattering thing to say
But don't go away
I'm sure that I could think of other syllables to string together in the moments
When my brain ain't mush which doesn't happen much
My pretty something something something something oh-oh….
I really wanna tell you how I feel about you
But I don't really wanna tell you how I feel about you
Words are cheap, songs are hard
And certain kisses tend to start wild fires
Words are cheap, songs are hard
And certain kisses tend to start wild fires
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2. |
Hit So Hard
03:44
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You're hit so hard
But aren't you glad to be born again?
You're reborn
In every morning sun
When you sleep
Well don't you die again?
Dreaming of a life that's free
Dreaming possibility
Dreaming death to all the walls and beasts
Always intimidating
your fearful heart
Love eats fear
but only if you have the ear
the voice of real love is sweet
but so faint you're liable to miss things
if you're ever listening
and if you cling to the fear of things
out to stop your heart beating
The heart's an organ that floats
but needs blood like gasoline
is needed for motor boats
if you don't fill up for so long
how will your little boat float strong?
Siphoned from an empty boat
the new blood won't keep you afloat
so set a sail and keep sailing on
you'll live again in the new dawn
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3. |
Palmer House Hilton
02:22
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I've seen the city at night
and it's cold as hell
awake i walk the halls
of this old hotel
lonely, wishing you never told me
about him
The taste of honey's gone
and so enlightened, I knew it all
but did not see it common', this terrible fall
Well, maybe I did
But chose blindness of the heart
the taste of honey's gone..
I have a drink at the bar
And a girl looks my way
When I was with you, I could' had her
Now she sees in my eyes a broken man
the taste of honey's gone...
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4. |
Song For Bob Tait
01:55
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Oh a requiem of a man
He's full of anger in the gentlest way
But a whiskey and a cigar calms him down
and he barks oh he barks in such a sentimental way
And you called me a man when I was just a scared boy
And taught me to be tough or fake it
When nothing aw nothing ever turned out right
Oh nothing ever seemed to turn out quite right
And you stood by Ginny's side for several lifetimes
A biter woman with a bone to pick
And you know you wrote the history of the world
Even if nobody liven maybe ever seen you kiss
And you were build tof soot and wood and richest soil
and what you grew, like anyone, was old
And I'm certain 'cause of you, boy (if I'm anything like you, boy)
That something' tough and beautiful makes up a human soul
that if you have one, I do too
A bitter, blurry bastard of a soul
And all the sons o' bitches sing oh oh oh (oh oh oh…)
And when your lungs gave out, spent your last breath damnin'
damning the time that goes
And in the morning I will wake again a scared young man
who once was such a scared young boy
And all the sons o' bitches sing oh oh oh (oh oh oh…)
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What do you do with a wound that won't heal?
You've only got so much blood to loose
Before your heart stops beating
For lack of anything better to do
After all, it's just a muscle with few functions
It just does this and beats a little harder
When something lovely
hits your ears and eyes and mouth
Or even one of these
then there's the times
It kicks into overdrive
To put the blood in other places
But you don't need it in those places, do you now?
So what do you do with a wound that won't heal
With your heart in your guts
and no oxygen
in your lungs or head
so melancholy just fills up the empty space
You hold yourself for warmth and hope this wound will heal
Scars are better, make for good stories to trade
With another lover
Who at least will do the holding for you
as they roll their eyes
And you've only time
And whatever time won't heal
Occasionally makes for good pop music
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I go to sleep when I need to leave this world behind
No one gonna say I love you, so I might as well say it to myself
Like a mantra
And see if that does any good
And in my dreams I am loved occasionally
By sirens of a sea made up of pleasant histories
That remind me it happened once before
And I will be loved again
It will be just like breathing' air
After a summer under water
The sunbeams will wash the wetness from my face
And oh I'll know what love is again
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7. |
Can't Stand Breakin' Up
03:02
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In love with love, it lasts all night
Get outta bed and can't stand upright oh
And I can't stand breakin' up
Oh-oh this is the best time of your life
Put down the gun, put down the knife
And I can't stop breakin' up
But I can't stand breakin' up
Booze and night swimming are a deadly combination
If you drink in the night, no one will even know oh… oh woah
Sister, mother, won't you lay my head down on your breast?
Father, brother, can you tell me is this a test
Or the curse of the western world?
So free to be whatever we please
And content with just nothing?
Well I can't stand breakin up
but I can't stop breakin up
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Well my brain is a liar and my heart is a thief
Brain says you need a simple love and my heart just gives me grief
And my stomach ties in knots until I feel it in my spleen
and my tongue says things my teeth can't take back
And once a lie is off my lips and takes flight,
It finds the ears of another
A sister or a brother
And the words get mixed up 'til I don't know what I said
And it sounds like ooba-goomba-jooba-jooba-joob job job
It sounds like blippy-bloopy-bippy-boppy-joobity job
I need an easy love to get me through the night
I need an easy love to get me through the day
but there ain't no easy love, easy love no no
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9. |
Gold
02:53
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Off limits, don't touch
You know a bad idea when you see it
Get down get down
Move your body in a way to make her need it
someone's gonna make a mistake, a mistake, a mistake tonight
But it's gold gold gold gold gold
Yeah, it's gold gold gold gold gold tonight
M-m-m-mornings are cruel
They try to tell you this
But we're all just deaf, we're so deaf deaf deaf
Somebody's gotta pay for this
And I pray it will be me
But it's gold gold gold gold gold
Yeah, it's gold gold gold gold gold tonight
M-move your body
M-move your body with me
Baby, don't say it
Oh, well baby, don't say you love me too
But it's gold gold gold gold gold
Yeah, it's gold gold gold gold gold tonight
(whistle solo)
...
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10. |
Marilyn
02:14
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Maralyn, we'll soon be dressed in white
Baptized in ocean tides
married to the sky above
and asking what is love?
writing songs when words are
secondary and
we'll be so quiet there
listening and aware
as time is shorter than we know
waste not, want not and so
maralyn, we will sleep well tonight
We've spent our boone
and now we say goodnight
and none too soon
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Phil Forsyth St. Petersburg, Florida
Phil Forsyth is a seasoned punk rocker and songsmith living in Saint Petersburg, Florida with his wife, a tortoise, three very odd cats, and a few who hang around.
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