1. |
Fault Lines
04:19
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Does it hit you like a freight train
Does it burn you like fire
Does it empty you from inside
Like a spoonful of desire
Do you rage in opposition
Do you privately admire
I knew you as a child
When the world’s one big surprise
I knew you in our school days
We’re all fighting for our lives
And as we grew into the young men
Staking claims and choosing sides
All these fault lines they split us through and through
Wash them out and is there somewhere I’ll find you
All these fault lines
Snake eyes at the first toss
And you lit out for the hills
Everybody wants to know how good
That goddamn good life feels
Every outlet sparks a heart attack
Every screen obscures far more than it reveals
All these fault lines they split us through and through
Wash them out and is there somewhere I’ll find you
All these fault lines
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2. |
Good or Bad
03:48
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It’s freezing out, I’m feeling paper thin
Unload it all just to pack it up again
Another night sleeping on a motel floor
Christmas tree taped up to the bathroom door
I don’t know if it’s good or bad
I feel my way
Learn the words enough to sing them back
Til they don't mean a thing
A momentary high can light a fire in me
Keep me moving to and from where I want to be
The mountains and the valleys and the rivers we’ve crossed
For stress cracked, stained glass stations of the cross
I don’t know if it’s good or bad
I feel my way
Learn the words enough to sing them back
Til they don't mean a thing
I don’t know if it’s good or bad
I feel my way
Learn the words enough to sing them back
You can sing with me
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3. |
Gulf Coast Home
03:12
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I like to see the rubber lap the miles
Cross the state line with a summer smile
The road ahead, the past I left behind me
Same parts troubled man and mother's child
A highway garden grown mighty wild
There's just one place, seems to recognize me
I wanna go to my
Gulf coast home
Where the pines and palms together
Sing the songs I used to know
As I was born so may I die
Beneath this watercolor sky
And forever roam
My gulf coast home
A pocketful of promises but no band
No way to win a good woman's hand
She made it clear she could not stand beside me
Packed up my pride and went on the lam
With too little sense and no plan
Took a good long while for me to try and find me
I wanna go to my
Gulf coast home
Where the pines and palms together
Sing the songs I used to know
As I was born so may I die
Beneath this watercolor sky
And forever roam
My gulf coast home
My life it flows like water down these highways
Still I find no place to make a stand
The rain runs in rivers right behind me
To my native land
I wanna go to my
Gulf coast home
Where the pines and palms together
Sing the songs I used to know
As I was born so may I die
Beneath this watercolor sky
And forever roam
My gulf coast home
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4. |
Susie Knows
01:13
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susie knows I'm not too fond,
of the way she ogles me when I play guitar,
but hey I love a pleasant conversation,
so on saturday after we played,
with the promise of spiked lemonade,
she convinced me to join her in the basement
lie die die die
there wasn't much of a fight
lie die die die
when she turned out all the lights
I was a cloud, excitement raining down,
I was a bucket, running around this town,
I was carelessly spilling everywhere,
I didn't know I'd need to make it last,
that wonder dies, and dreams are dashed,
I was a child, the world was me
lie die die die
don't have the means or the right,
lie die die die
to stop the day turning to night
what choice do you have but to choose love,
in a dark place?
in a dark place?
When it feels like the lights are all giving up,
I hope you choose love,
hope you choose love
Choose Love
Choose Love
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5. |
Los Angeles
03:47
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Los Angeles won’t sleep tonight,
She slips on peep-toe pumps,
She stalks along these streets,
I think I know just what she hunts:
The shreds of my belief,
The scraps that I’ve been dreaming up
Los Angeles, is it ever enough?
A promised kiss, a will-o’-wisp (tryst, bliss)
The fruit among the frost
So certain it was worth it
When I don’t know what it costs
The land of the free
And the home of all the lost
Los Angeles, are you saving my spot?
Whoa
The city sits electric in
The jazz and jubilee
I know too well the magic of
The spell she’s cast on me
Here I stand, hat in hand,
Between the hills and sea
Los Angeles, will I ever be free?
Whoa
And if she flies I will
Fashion wings
And I’ll fly
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6. |
Oh Boy
02:19
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Truly, I have made a wondrous world
Truly, I have made a wondrous world
Truly, I have made, I have shaped them from the clay
And I shall set their hands to honest work
Surely, life will bloom and gardens grow
Surely, life will bloom and gardens grow
Surely, life will bloom and its flowers will consume
All the hate that they might ever know
Oh no, amen, oh boy
Verily, they sing a song of love
Verily, they sing a song of love
Verily, they sing, like a bell their voices ring
And echo through the idle blue above
Oh no, amen, oh boy
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7. |
José
04:53
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I met jose last night, down in the grocery line,
he saw my candy corn, my pizza, and my wine,
he said, I too was a tumbleweed, rolling on the floor,
Then I learned I was nothing, a rock on the shore
Tried to be polite,
hear the man's advice,
he jerked around,
I think he thought he was dancing,
and then he started chanting
curse your god,
grab the wall,
nothing's gonna break your fall,
throw your coins,
down the well,
getting lucky in cheap motel
all you've done,
all you've been,
you won't ever get it back again,
I left the store last night, a car was rolling past,
Slammed into the median, Jose burst through the glass,
He said, I'm not surprised by this, I’ve always been prepared,
Then he opened up a beer, as he flew through the air,
Tried to be polite,
hear the man's advice,
he jerked around,
I think he thought he was dancing,
and then he started chanting
curse your god,
grab the wall,
nothing's gonna break your fall,
throw your coins,
down the well,
they’re no good at the gates of hell
all you've done,
all you've been,
you won't ever get it back again,
Staring at the bread crumbs,
you left behind,
you're gonna strain your neck,
you're gonna waste your time,
can't fit the whole world, inside your head
curse your god,
grab the wall,
nothing's gonna break your fall,
throw your coins,
down the well,
getting lucky in a cheap motel
all you've done,
all you've been,
you won't ever get it back again,
curse your god,
grab the wall,
nothing's gonna break your fall,
throw your coins,
down the well,
they’re no good at the gates of hell
all you've done,
all you've been,
you won't ever get it back again,
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8. |
Fly on the Wall
03:57
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Through the fall of the morning rain
A mountain range
Stretching out
And now, the path doubles back toward town
Heard rumor of a stream that flows
Calm and slow
And forms a pass
Beneath the vast, bed of soil and stone
Would you go without a hint of what’s to come?
Have you found your feet at last?
In the rags and scraps
Are you losing ground?
And now, to be a fly on the wall
Now, to be a fly on the wall
Now, to be a fly on the wall of your breakdown
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9. |
Let's Get Drunk
03:33
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Let’s get drunk tonight,
Let’s forget that we’re spinning round the sun,
And the rent is long past due tonight,
Let’s have a few beers, wear our hearts on our sleeves,
Talk shit 'bout our hometown, then never leave,
realize we’re attached to each other forever, you better believe,
Let’s fall in love tonight,
Let’s save all the big talk that’s too hard to talk,
Let’s just walk tonight,
Kiss me gently on my cheek, baby I need you it’s been a long week,
It’s been a long month, it’s been a long year,
It’s been too long since I felt you here,
La La La
La La La
Whistling
Let’s get drunk tonight,
Let’s forget that we’re spinning round the sun,
And the rent is long past due tonight,
Let's pick up our friends and go for a drive
Spend all our money at some seedy old dive
Let’s give up the next day and stay out til five,
Forget the advice meant to keep us alive,
Forget all the mean stuff your dad said to you,
Forget that you broke down this afternoon
Those heartfelt promises no one intended to do
Let's get drunk!
La la la
La la la
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10. |
Anywhere Other Than
03:36
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Mama’s on the front porch dreaming ‘bout a white horse when Daddy comes a-barreling through
Lost his job to a computer now the local credit union says the subprime is overdue
Sister’s got a plan, she wants to make it if she can as the star of her reality
Her boyfriend found a camera and a friend of a friend who says he’s happy filming her for free
We’re in this together, lose or win
Good times are bound to come around again
Don’t ask me how, where, why, or when but they always do
On the very last minute of the very last day
When the man up in the sky takes the pain away
I never coulda been anywhere other than here with you
Brother stays at home spending all his time alone he’s still running from the IEDs
Our family ain’t impressed by post traumatic stress, and depression ain’t a real disease
Mama hatched a scheme for us to make a little green selling Herbalife door-to-door
A few thousand crates of multivitamin shakes and supplements from ceiling to floor
We’re in this together, lose or win
Good times are bound to come around again
Don’t ask me how, where, why, or when but they always do
On the very last minute of the very last day
When the man up in the sky takes the pain away
I never coulda been anywhere other than here with you
We’ll get rich quick
We’ll move uptown
We’ll live like kings
No place to go but up
When we’re already down
Daddy takes it out on any bleeding heart around, you know there’s plenty o’ hurt to be shared
Mama makes excuses but the God honest truth is Sister’s sleeping in intensive care
We’re in this together, lose or win
Good times are bound to come around again
Don’t ask me how, where, why, or when but they always do
On the very last minute of the very last day
When the man up in the sky takes the pain away
I never coulda been anywhere other than here with you
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Thought nothing of it go and dance with him
He's a little pudgy and his arms are thin
Probably pushing forty and his nose is more of a snout
But then he swivelled his hips and pulled you in
Just to spin you right back out again
Praying for his back to break when he dips you on down
What am I supposed to do
When I just can't dance the way he can with you
Well I've got some moves but not that many
Until tonight they always seemed like plenty
Once or twice I've been told I could really get down
Now the beats a little fast, the bass is too loud
Plus, I tweaked my ankle I should go sit down
I'm no wallflower, baby, but I ain't no clown
What am I supposed to do
When I just can't dance the way he can with you
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12. |
Soon Enough
03:38
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Feel it out, learn to doubt, all the nice things I’ve been told about,
The things everybody wants but nobody ever really has,
So can you help me please, humor me, let me see,
Is there anything out there for me?
What’s the difference? What’s the difference being happy over here, or happy over there?
Where’s the beauty? Is the beauty in commitment or in finding one true thing?
Why the interest? You’ll be combing through a hundred smiling heads, I know you will,
Soon enough
Where’d ya come from? Were you released into this world with love, and hope, and intention?
Where ya going? Do you fight through the fray, or tremble and sway through the air like a worn kite?
What’s the difference? I’ll find you in the wind, soon enough,
Soon enough,
Open up the faucet til the last drop
Don’t you know that we’re all drinking from the same cup,
Gotta trust our hearts are gonna filter out the bad stuff
Just wanna feel it out, learn to doubt, all the nice things I’ve been told about,
The things everybody wants but nobody ever really has,
So can you help me please, humor me, let me see,
Is there anything out there for me?
I’ll meet ya Sunday, go ahead and pick a nice spot we can have a beer
Can’t meet at my place, I live in a van with my cousins
What’s the difference? I’ll be a few hundred miles away, away
Soon enough
Open up the faucet til the last drop
Don’t you know that we’re all drinking from the same cup,
Gotta trust our hearts are gonna filter out the bad stuff
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13. |
Pin You Down
03:26
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Dirty rails and the brakemen humming
The cruel, oppressive heat
Late morning crowd shirt tails clinging to the seats
If this ain’t where you're going
Surely it’s a start
Nobody's taking their time
Getting what they want
There’s nothing wrong with the way you love, babe
In and of itself
Your world is young and new
and leading you somewhere else
Who could hold it against you, honey?
Who would even try?
Hasn’t done much good anyhow
Eating me alive
Keep pushing at the rate you’re going
Each town’s a canvas calling out
Shedding lovers in layers
As they try to
Pin you down
Same dress for two weeks running
In the same broken heels
Always putting your best foot forward
Is just like standing still
Anything for you now baby
Anything at all
Rich men are never ugly
When they’re getting you what you want
Keep pushing at the rate you’re going
Each town’s a canvas calling out
Shedding lovers in layers
As they try to
Pin you down
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14. |
Garden
03:45
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You were sitting in the garden
Eyes squinting ‘gainst the sun
With your head slightly tilted
Were you thinking about someone?
Or listening to music
Inaudible to me
On this side of the glass
I was tempted to join you
Bring you coffee, bring you tea
Ask how you were feeling
Have you smile up at me
You could tell me ‘bout your lovers
The old ones or the new
It strikes me that I never thought to ask
But I stayed, I stayed
Not wanting to disturb you
Or ruin my view
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The Currys Port St. Joe, Florida
The Currys are a melodic folk rock group specializing in vocal harmony and thoughtful songwriting.
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