1. |
Play With Rain
03:58
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Last night while we were walking,
It hit me why I came;
Contact does all the talking
And you and I are virtually the same.
Here's something new
Might take some getting used to.
Me being you might definitely
Take some getting used to.
You pick my favorite color
I play your favorite game.
We matched our moods to music,
Listened for our cues
Then it rained.
Yeah it nearly washed our walk assunder.
How it rained
I almost slipped in shelter to hide under.
It rained...it rained.
But it drip dropped down
With such a rhythmic sound,
What was a stormy plain
Became the sounding ground
Where you and I could play with rain.
We marched to measures
Marked by thunder.
We played with rain
Like second nature was conductor.
The cacophony of moments
Resound plainly
If you play with rain.
The music takes a little getting used to,
But the song's the same;
You hum a human tune,
Whistle in the wind
And play with rain
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2. |
Lonely
02:41
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Lonely is a natural state of mind.
Lonely is longing
To be among your kind.
Your kind.
Lonely, you know you've got it bad
When the only one you want
Is the one that you can't have.
You can't have.
Lonely. I lost my turtle dove.
She sang so sweetly.
I believe we were in love.
I set her free.
Now I am lonely.
Lonely is a natural stae of mind.
Lonely is longing
To be among your kind.
Your kind. Your kind.
Your kind.
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3. |
The Leprechauns
03:52
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Of all the tales I've ever told
I hesitate to mention
My acquaintance with a race so old
They laugh at our conventions.
They realize that every mans'
Perception is a prism.
And that reality,
Or what we see,
Just misses what is hidden
You can acquaint yourself
To this reclusive, ancient race
By drinking whiskey by the gallon
Till you come up with the shakes.
Then, at night,
All the leprechauns
Come around to visit me.
They come strolling
Through my fireplace
So blithe and bold and free.
And we party. Wee party...
The frantic jig begins
When I'm so drunk
I double see.
I stumble to the fireplace
pursuing revelry.
Is this delerium
Or passage rites?
I wonder what I'm learning?
Take it from a witness;
If you find you're actually burning,
You should immediately
Quit drinking whiskey.
Immediately quit drinking whiskey.
Uisce beatha.
Uisce beatha.
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4. |
What Is Wrong?
05:06
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Some dumb poet may say
That the stars are gone, the leaves withdrawn,
The trees were green
But now they're turning brown.
They're all turning brown.
All that I can say is
What is wrong?
You leave me alone too long.
I need to see you
If I'm to be strong in love.
To be strong.
Okay I'll say it. Okay I'll say it.
I don't want to say it but
Okay I'll say it.
Take love away
If it's meaningless
To stay that way.
Mean what you say
Or you just
Take your love away my love.
Because your words
Make a sound.
A noise until the abstract's bound.
An empty gong
Until compounded with passion
And your attendant passion
Is gone.
What is wrong?
I hold in my hand
This old note you wrote
It says, "I love you true,
Forever yours.
I'll see you soon my love."
Soon my love.
Soon, but never now.
Soon, but never now.
I don't see how
This old script with no direction makes it.
I'll take my bows
Before the rhetoric of love
Breaks me down.
It breaks me down.
Some dumb poet
He may say
That the stars are gone.
All that I can say is
What is wrong.
What is wrong?
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5. |
Sunday Silence
04:07
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Sunday Silence had Easy Goer on Derby Day.
The field fell back on the muddy track
And left the oddsmakers all shoveling hay.
And an early morning snow fell
Later on the wonderworld that day.
And I'll bet my new love is stronger
than the odds on snow in May
Or Sunday Silence
Just running circles all around the bay.
It's so funny, you could almost eat your hat
Over horse heats.
What's the fun in that
When there is new love
And trust and hope and
Hearts laid on the line.
You can't handicap
A pair of mutual affections
Till such time
The two racing bodies cross the line
And a hush falls on anticipation time.
Would you just
Look at the pony run.
Sunday Silence won the seventh
And beat the odds that day.
And a snow encircled my new love
On that same seventh day in May.
In the Sunday silence
It's so comfortable and calm.
I could hold you here
Until Apollo's horse
Brings up the rear at dawn.
Look at that pony run.
Look at that pony run.
Sunday...Sunday.
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6. |
Whiskey Bones
02:49
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You can get to Whiskey Island
If you hustle down the hill
Where the isthmus begins,
By 54th Street.
But if you go to Whiskey Island
You should never go alone
Because the railroad's
Built on graveyards and stone
And a railroad engine
Breaks your whiskey bones.
When the Indians in Cleveland
Settled by the southern shore,
Where the Cuyahoga
Empties into Erie,
I imagine they meandered
To the point
And swam back home,
Feeling grateful
For a break wall of their own.
For a time on Whiskey Island
Irish stevedores would brawl
Out frustration
From their never ending labors.
And the whiskey bars would fill up
For the Whiskey Island crawl
From the time they got off work
Until last call
Till the railroad ran 'em over.
All in all
The history of Irish
Living on the Whiskey Isle
Is, by most accounts,
Not one very pleasant.
They lived and drank and died there
And were buried near the shore
By the weary, mournful shovels
Of the poor,
Whose comfort was
Their lovers with the Lord.
Now there's commerce and endeavor
And the isthmus is all owned
By the salt mine and the county
And the railroad.
And if pellets and great piles of stone
Is how we're to be known
I say, give 'em Whiskey Island
And a loan
To organize old Irish whiskey bones.
Organize the Irish,
Organize the Irish,
Organize old Irish Whiskey bones.
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7. |
Painting In Cadence
04:17
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There's a house with something tender
In the long and polished hall
Where an artist left remembering
A portrait for us all.
In between unsanded surfaces,
Encircled with old gold,
Several frozen faces
Tell the story always told;
Of how we've been
Living out our lives
Years out and in.
And how we've grown,
Separately sure,
But not alone.
When this portraiture gets handed
From the ones who come before
To the ones who do continue
To appreciate its' lore'
Given in its' intricate design
Is so much more
Than lives lined up for passage
Through the fashionable door.
It's how we try
To leave our mark
That somehow dignifies
What we do.
Our mark will speak for us
When we're all through.
Now the world seems stuck together
With some space-age crazy glue
And foundations are all crumbling
And relationships are too.
But assurance and continuance
Continue to be true
In the house with something tender
Though it needs some tending too.
My friend,
I'd like to lend a hand.
My friend,
I'd like to lend a hand.
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Madamoiselle, you show.
Is some king of the tribe
Forming up in there?
Hey, what's a date
Unless you care to love?
What's the point
Unless you share your love?
But, you show. That's true.
And I can well imagine
Hard passages lead you to this door.
We inside?
We've all been through it.
I was adored once. I was adored once too.
I was a younger man
Than woman now are you
But with a burden less
Than your new
Baby blue.
Step inside and welcome
To the house that love blows through.
Find a seat,
Kick off your shoes.
Don't mind the ghosts
Who do continue.
You see
This old house is half theirs too,
The ones we thought we loved
But never knew.
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9. |
Bestie
02:36
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Rolling all up
Through the 216
In the mothership.
Brought the bestie bitch.
Drop 'em in line love
It's top down time
In the mothership.
Just flip the switches.
We got people to see
Up in the CLE
And we're ripping it
And Popping it
And rub-a-dub clubbing it.
What? What? What? What?
Stepping in your yard
Raging really hard
Really kicking it.
Tarzan and Jane
Like to lose their brain
When they're skipping with it.
Wait for it. Wait for it. Wait for it...
(Tarzan call)
When the beat drops slow
Then it's time to go
To the mothership
With my little Miss Thing.
All I've got to say
From on down the way
About relationships is
Life is good
When you're in the hood
With your bestie bitch.
Life is good
when you're in the hood
With your bestie bitch.
Bestie bitch.
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10. |
Meet You On The Moon
04:17
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When the moon is between us
I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll look up and watch the moon
And I will think of you
Because I'll miss you
Could I meet you on the moon?
Ooooh I miss you
Could I meet you on the moon?
If you'd look up and think of me
That's someting you could do
To help keep us connected
That might really help me through
Because I'll miss you
Could I meet you on the moon?
Ooooh I miss you
Could I meet you on the moon?
Occasional relections
Off of the moon when it is full
Are partially effective;
They intensify your pull.
And I miss you
Could I meet you on the moon?
Ooooh I miss you
Could I meet you on the moon?
The moon is a fine reminder
For all of us who are away;
That we'll return forever
But that we can never stay.
Still I miss you
Could I meet you on the moon?
Still I miss you
Could I meet you on the moon?
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