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Ennui
03:32
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No one comes around here anymore
No one comes around here
No one comes a knockin on my door
Maybe i did something maybe I did something wrong
Maybe I did something maybe I did something wrong
No one comes around here anymore
No one writes a song like that no more
No one writes a song like that
Make me skip and whistle down the road
Maybe i could write one maybe i could write a song
Maybe I could write one maybe I could right all the wrong
No one writes a song like that no more
No one comes around here anymore
No one comes around here
Knockin' on my window or my door
Maybe i did something maybe I did something wrong
Maybe I did something maybe I just don't belong
No one comes around here anymore
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2. |
Dream on a Higher Plane
03:44
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If all the world's a stage then anyone can play
Come to this stage and leave this house electric
The Writer to the page,,Dream on a higher plane
The Actor to the stage..Dream on a higher plane
In this house electric
A house that stands so long must have a strong foundation
The ties that hold it's bones can make this house electric
The Builder with his hands..Dream on a higher plane
The Architect with his plans..Dream on a higher plane
In this house electric
So if all the world's a stage then anyone can play
Come to this stage and leave this house electric
The Painter with her paints...Dream on a higher plane
The Dancer with her grace..Dream on a higher plane
The Poet with his rage..Dream on a higher plane
The Singer with his pain..Dream on a higher plane
The Builder with his hands..Dream on a higher plane
The Architect with his plans..Dream on a higher plane
The Writer to the page,,Dream on a higher plane
The Actor to the stage..Dream on a higher plane
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3. |
the New Country
03:43
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I want no part of the new country
I wear the old country right on my sleeve
Give me an old backwater baptist revival
cause i want no part of that new country beat
Now i'm a believer in progress and fusion
I can mix anything into my hash
But i don't mix my Dylan in my Sinatra
Stop laying metal into Haggard and Cash
I want no part of the new country
I wear the old country right on my sleeve
Give me an old back porch sunshine recital
cause i want no part of that new country thing
Now I'm not offended by ways of seduction
I like me a little sugar in my tea
But clown painted hussies in high heels and leather
Don't make no honky- tonk angels to me
I want no part of the new country
I wear the old country right on my sleeve
Give me an old campfire nighttime rehearsal
cause i want no part of that new country scene
Now i like a fiddle I like steel string and banjo
If I need a rhythm I'll slap on my knee
What in the world are you banging so loud on?
You don't need a hammer to bring home the heat
I want no part of the new country
I wear the old country right on my sleeve
I'll take the high road you take the opry
cause i want no part of that new country beat
I want no part of the new country
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4. |
Campfire Mile
04:01
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Here the sound of rushing water
Rushing water all around
In the distance gentle music
Coming from the little town
Peaceful valley
Campfire mile where the music plays
Soft and low like a gentle rain
It’s a state of mind it’s a state of grace
Take it down to campfire mile
Hear the sound of church bells ringing
Church bells ringing all around
All the people sing together
Voices ring off the mountain side
Sunday Morning
Campfire mile where the music plays
Soft and low like a gentle rain
It’s a state of mind it’s a state of grace
Take it down to campfire mile
Here the sound of rushing water
Rushing water all around
In the distance gentle music
Coming from the little town
Campfire mile where the music plays
Soft and low like a gentle rain
It’s a state of mind it’s a state of grace
Take it down to campfire mile
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5. |
PenNPaper
04:01
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I got something on my mind I need me a pen and paper
I got something on my mind I need me a pen and paper
It’s a message to my woman
To let her know I’m coming to get her
I’ve been runnin all over town playing cops n robbers
I’ve been runnin all over town playin cops n robbers
They want me in the jailhouse
Ain’t no way I’m stopping
I got trouble on my mind I need me a Rye and Ginger
I got trouble on my mind I need me a Rye and Ginger
Gonna drown away my sorrows
Until I got the whole thing figured
I got a pounding in my brain I need me some pillsNpowder
I got a pounding in my brain I need me some pillsNpowder
Gotta get me on the level
To find my way outta this matter
We’re getting outta town no more cloak dagger
We’re getting outta town no more cloak dagger
For the rest of our days we’ll be looking over our shoulders
Police at my door ain’t no happily ever after
Police at my door ain’t no happily ever after
Spend the rest of my days until we’re old and grey In the slammer
I got something on my mind I need me a PenN paper
I got something on my mind I need me a pen n paper
It’s a message to my woman to let her know I won’t forget her
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Some people dance and some people swing
Some people shout and some people sing
Some people don't do anything
Some people bore me to the bone
Oh me ain't it a shame!
I put the blues on everything
Sugar's sweet but it's not the same
I put the blues on everything
Monday morning always brings me down
Tuesday comes and I still wear a frown
All week I get no relief
I like Sunday and the rain
Poor me! Ain't it strange!
I put the blues on everything
Pardon me if I wreck your day
I put the blues on everything
Some people want and some fools pray
Some people come and some fools stray
Any day now I shall believe
I don't mean to complain
Woe's me! I'm in chains
I put the blues on everything
Cry me a river and tie down the beast
I put the blues on every street
I put the blues on every train
I put the blues on everything
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7. |
Devil with a Matchstick
03:21
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Someone's been playing with matches
Things are burning all over town
Ain't nothing left but the ashes
and strange footprints all around
People downtown are hearing strange things in the alley
Keeping them busy at the fire brigade
Picking up the pieces of the mess that He made
Cause the Devil with a matchstick
Ya he burned it to the ground
Ya the Devil with a matchstick
He burned it to the ground
Someone's been pissing off the people
Everybody's running around
Holy Rollers talkin bout evil
Something strange goin' down
Everybody's sayin' that there must be something in the water
Keepin' them busy at the police stand
Someone's in the alley with something in his hand
It's the Devil with a matchstick
gonna burn it to the ground
Ya the Devil with a matchstick
gonna burn it to the ground
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8. |
Karmic Debris
03:08
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Gently loose your hand from the medicine man
Plant a seed in medecine bowl
Take the wheel if you feel you can ride it with ease
Wipe your face of the Karmic Debris
Wipe your face of the Karmic Debris
Kindly leave a pen for your fellow man
Take the lead in a background role
Write a letter if you please
Off the light and leave the keys
Wash your hands of the Karmic Debris
Wash your hands of the Karmic Debris
Sadly pack your blues and your fine suede shoes
Hide em in a blue suitcase
Hop a train out of Spain in the pouring rain
Clear your mind of the Karmic Debris
Clear your mind of the Karmic Debris
Blindly place your faith in the tightrope walker
Bury your pills in the sand
Mind your eyes of the light from the two smashed truckers
It's left it quite impossible to breath
It's left a lot of Karmic Debris
It's left a lot of Karmic Debris
Gently loose your hand from the medicine man
Plant a seed in medecine bowl
Take the wheel if you feel you can ride it with ease
Wash your face of the Karmic Debris
Wipe your face of the Karmic Debris
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9. |
the Haunted
03:59
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Listen to the Haunted
Haunted or afraid to be alive?
Listen to the Haunted
Haunted in death as in life
Leave a candle on the ledge
To lead them to some kind of light
Put a sign in the window
to lead them back home alive
Listen to the Haunted
Leaning on the headstones of their graves
Listen to the Haunted
Splashing through the puddles in the rain
See them tangled in the web
That dangles between the great divide
Where time has rendered you
Helpless, useless for life
the Haunted are dead and alive
Shadow and light
Daytime and night
Dead to the world with no memory
We are the Haunted
Listen to the Haunted
Living in the alleys and the streets
Listen to the Haunted
Looking for somewhere to sleep
May the light of God be on you
In your hour of darkness and strife
May gentle arms surround you
If you make it through tonight
the Haunted are dead and alive
Shadow and light
Daytime and night
Dead to the world with no memory
We are the Haunted
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Until the end of the world
Until the end of the world
Even if this world ends
My love never will
Until the sun don’t shine
Until the sun don’t shine
Even if the sun don’t shine
My love always will
Life favors light
Light shines on love and always will
The greatest love
Always bleeds onto film
How great is life
With someone who won’t look back
It plays to the end
And the film fades to black
Until the end of the world
Until the end of the world
Even if this world ends
My love never will
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11. |
Coming of the Light
04:00
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In the hollow tombs of heartache
Where only darkness thrives
Upon restless souls in isolation
Tethered to emotion
Helplessly we claw
Seeking only some kind resolution
Waiting on the shoulder
Where two roads now divide
Choose wisely for the Coming of the light
And the road that will lead you
to the new life you will find
Will bring no reward without conviction
Trusting in only blind faith to guide you back
Following only intuition
Haunting are the visions
When life and love collide
Step blindly to the Coming of the light
In the Coming of the light
All will be revealed
Comforting your mind in revelation
In the afterglow of contacting a higher plane of thought
Onward to your new world revolution
Slipping into places
Where space and time divide
All welcoming the Coming of the light
In the Coming of the light
Everyone is healed
Come with me all will be revealed
In the Coming of the light
Everyone is healed
Lead me gently never to look back
The Coming of the light
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12. |
the Golden Age of Youth
03:38
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Under a paper moon
We chased balloons in summertime
The golden age
We were magic in bloom
Fountains in tune
With the golden age of youth
There are no stars tonight
Let’s find a place to hide
Out of view
The golden age
We sat on a roof
Howled at the moon
In the golden age of youth
How high did we climb?
The paper moon is in fire
No trampoline
We broke all the rules
Laughed at the fools
In the golden age of youth
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