1. |
Miss Impossible-to-See
03:09
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Could I be
Miss Impossible-to-See?
Nobody look at me
I'm standing in the back of the room
Staring at my feet again
I think I'd like to run away
Be gone to stay
Be gone to stay
But something keeps on drawing me into the light
Don't pause or stop, draw me into that light
Up where my voice can fly into the night
And I shine
And I shine
But something keeps on drawing me into the light
Don't pause or stop, draw me into that light
Up where my voice can fly into the night
And I shine
And I shine
So I'll be
Miss Impossible-to-See
Nobody looks at me
When I'm standing in the back of the room
Staring at my feet again
I think I'd like to run away
Be gone to stay
Be gone to stay
But something keeps on drawing me into the light
Don't pause or stop, draw me into that light
Up where my voice can fly into the night
And I shine
And I shine
And I shine
I'm standing in the back of the room
(And i shine and I shine and I shine)
Nobody look at me
(And i shine and I shine and I shine)
Nobody look at me
I'm Miss Impossible-to-See
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2. |
Lady Midas
02:57
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She is a goddess
With a high rate of return
She will kiss you with the lash
For every red cent you earn
She will pull you in by inches with visions
Of what you think you're dreaming of
So beware my friend
Lady Midas come to town
Her hair is silk her eyes they sparkle
Like rubies hung just out of reach
Her glittering smile presents a wall
No moral man can breach
So don't you let her drag you in
Take it from a man who knows
Cause the devil she struts in high-heel shoes
And she's hungerin' for a good man's soul
Do you remember what it felt like when you used to have a soul?
Do you remember what you knew when your life was still your own?
What did she promise you? What bauble did she dangle in your eye?
There will come a day when you'll come tumbling to the floor...
...'cause Lady Midas ain't a keeper but she'll keep coming back for more
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3. |
Call Me
03:34
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When you're out in the crowd and you're still feeling all alone
When the music's too loud and you start wishing you were at home
When it feels like no one knows who you are
When it feels like maybe you've gone too far
When it feels like no one knows who you are
Why don't you call me?
Why don't you call me?
Why don't you call me anytime?
When you think there's nothing left that you could do
When you're sick of all the bullshit you've been through
When you got no choice but to swallow your pride
No matter what you feelin' inside
When you got no choice but to swallow your pride
Why don't you call me?
Why don't you call me?
Why don't you call me anytime?
You know I'll be there
You know I'll be there to talk to you
You know I'll be there
You know I'll be there to talk to you
Why don't you call me?
Why don't you call me?
Why don't you call me anytime?
Why don't you call me?
Why don't you call me?
Why don't you call me anytime?
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4. |
In the Air Today
04:29
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You know I’ve been around the whole wide world and back so many times
I’ve had problems just remembering your face
And the melancholy brought upon by the absence of those tender lines
Made even getting out of bed feel so out-of-place
And I don’t know if you feel the same half a day away by plane
And I don’t think I could know what to expect
If a wish comes from a shooting star
Maybe mine can shoot that far
And you’ll come running back to me (but that’s not what I expect)
Oh no, you’re a couple of days away from me
Oh no, in a couple of days I guess we’ll see
Well I made my way down corridors past airplanes brought from overseas
And I swear I see you smiling at the door
With the teeming past of huddled masses yearning for a little freedom
It gets confusing to me oh just what I came back for
I don’t know if my hair’s OK or even if you’ll glance that way
And I don’t think I could bring myself to ask
Just how you've been, and how’s our place
And what’s that look upon your face
And is this frenzied carousel really meant to last?
Now are you still my love companion
Entwining our hearts in that unlikely way?
Cause I know there’s a good chance of change
In the air today
We’re a topsy-turvy testament to all our fruitless arguments
It’s amazing one could claim that we’re still strong
And perhaps the feeling of contentment washed in dirty apprehension
Soils my soul down to the core, ‘cause I know that we belong
Right here, wrapped in each others’ arms
Sheltering ourselves from harm
And all the mud we've slung in days gone past
It piles into a mighty heap, I think it’s getting time to sweep
The dust away, it’s time today, and so I've got to ask
Now are you still my love companion
Entwining our hearts in that unlikely way?
Cause I know there’s a good chance of change
In the air to...
I know there’s a good chance of change
In the air to...
I know there’s a good chance of change
And I know things will never be the same
Yes I know there’s a good chance of change
In the air today
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5. |
Virtuous Woman
04:15
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Oh you can't blame me
For the curve this road has taken
And life's about decisions
So let's see the ones you're makin'
Be careful with those hearts
Cause I'm sure there's a few you've been
Breaking (Don't tell me to wait my turn)
Because patience is a virtue
And I ain't a virtuous woman
No you can't blame me
For the hill this road is climbing
And life is full of rhythm
So shake it, boy, let's see your timing
Well you've been writing songs,
But I heard all the words you've been
Rhyming (Boy, what you been talking about?)
Ya know, patience is a virtue
And I ain't a virtuous woman
I've wasted too much time
A-waitin' on you
Must have the patience of the saints
Left me down, bereft, and blind
Beaten, battered and bruised
But hey, I ain't got no complaints
Don't hang it on me
If there's a door you just can't open
Cause you've been shut out, locked down
The final word's been spoken
It all used to go your way
But this time it's your heart that's been
Broken (Ashes ashes, now you fall down)
Patience is a virtue and I ain't a virtuous
Patience is a virtue and I ain't a virtuous
Patience is a virtue and I ain't a virtuous
Patience is a virtue and I ain't a virtuous woman
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6. |
Now That You're Gone
02:29
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Now that you're gone (and I mean gone)
Well I have what it takes to move along
Out of the darkness, into the fight
For the life that I'd hoped would be mine
Now that you're gone (and I mean gone)
I'm moving on
You let your pride or lack thereof
Convince you you could not be loved
And you left me waiting in fevered dreams
With just a little bit of faith rippin' at the seams
Now that you're gone (and I mean gone)
Well I have what it takes to move along
Out of the darkness, into the fight
For the life that I'd hoped would be mine
Now that you're gone (and I mean gone)
I'm moving on
I'm moving on into the daylight
Where my fears can show their face
And now when my tears fall
The sun will dry them all
And I'll be OK
I'll be OK
I'm moving on into the daylight
Where my fears can show their face
And now when my tears fall
The sun will dry them all
And I'll be OK
I'll be OK
1, 2, 3...
Now that you're gone (and I mean gone)
Well I have what it takes to move along
Out of the darkness, into the fight
For the life that I'd hoped would be mine
Now that you're gone (and I mean gone)
I'm moving on
Now that you're gone (and I mean gone)
I'm moving on
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7. |
Brother Brother
04:47
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Three hippie kids bound for Barstow
Were hitchin' for a ride
Hangin' out at the gas station parking lot
At the Continental Divide
You know the tall one, he was weavin' beads
Into a necklace made of hemp
While the dreadie tried his damndest to
Trade his backpack for a tent
And me, I talked to Angela
She didn't know my name
But she called me "Brother Brother" just the same
You know the desert winds, they carried me
Past the pine trees in San Jon
Past the prison rodeo in Stringtown
And the ugly lady's lawn
You know I found myself at the top of the world
Gettin' gas in my old car
While I looked at racks of tacky crafts
And I almost bought a guitar
And as the hippies danced in their patchwork pants
I heard them all exclaim
That they'd call me "Brother Brother" just the same
Brother Brother
Well, I like the way that sounds
Brother Brother
When you're Tucumcari-bound
And as the hippies danced in their patchwork pants
I heard them all exclaim
That they'd call me "Brother Brother" just the same
(WOO!)
Brother Brother
Well, I like the way that sounds
Brother Brother
When you're Tucumcari-bound
And as the hippies danced in their patchwork pants
I heard them all exclaim
That they'd call me "Brother Brother" just the same
Well the desert winds, they carried me
Past the pine trees in San Jon
Past the prison rodeo in Stringtown
And the ugly lady's lawn
You know I found myself at the top of the world
Gettin' gas in my old car
While I looked at racks of tacky crafts
And I almost bought a guitar
And as the hippies danced in their patchwork pants
I heard them all exclaim
That they'd call me "Brother Brother"
Oh yes they'd call me "Brother Brother"
Oh no they'd call me "Brother Brother"
Just the same
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8. |
Flaky Walter
03:58
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9. |
Magdolna
05:05
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Dance with me, Magdolna
Under the stars
You don't know how lucky
Both you and I are
Just don't tell your sisters
They know me quite well
Oh Magdolna
I'm under your spell
When I met Elizabeth
You were so young
Went down to the ballroom
We swayed and we swung
We got back at dawn
But you'd stayed up as well
Magdolna, I'm under your spell
Sweet Magdolna, I'm under your spell
And it's been a long way down
To the end of the cobblestone road that we're on
And there's no going back half a lifetime
The dance and that night
I'll put all this right
It was your soul I promised to keep
Sweet Magdolna, don't fall asleep
Don't fall asleep
I picked up Anne
At a quarter past five
You were there at the door
Knowing I would arrive
I held Annie close
But I just couldn't tell her
I was under Sweet Magdolna's spell
I was under Sweet Magdolna's spell
And it's been a long way down
To the end of the cobblestone road that we're on
And there's no going back half a lifetime
The dance and that night
We'll put all this right
It was your soul I promised to keep
Sweet Magdolna, don't fall asleep
Don't fall asleep
Don't fall asleep
Magdolna, don't fall asleep
Don't fall asleep
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-da-da-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-da-da-da-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum
Ba-dum, ba-dum
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I don't wanna get mascara on your pillowcase
But I've been cryin' and cryin' and cryin' these last few lonely days
Well I know you're leavin', and you know you just ain't comin' back
Still I don't wanna get mascara on your pillowcase
Should I strip the bed bare?
Should I bury the mattress?
So I don't leave black tracks
From the tears on my lashes
The bedroom's so empty
My poor heart, it catches a chill
Still...
I don't wanna get mascara on your pillowcase
But I've been cryin' and cryin' and cryin' these last few lonely days
I know you're leavin', and you know you just ain't comin' back
Still I don't wanna get mascara on your pillowcase
Should I sleep here tonight?
Would I just toss and turn?
Cause he'll never change
And I'll never learn
But if I was stronger
This wouldn't concern me at all
Aaaaaah...
I don't wanna get mascara on your pillowcase
But I've been cryin' and cryin' and cryin' these last few lonely days
I know you're leavin', and you know you just ain't comin' back
Still I don't wanna get mascara on your pillowcase
No I don't wanna get mascara on your pillowcase
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11. |
Quiet as a Tomb
00:45
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It was as quiet as a tomb inside my heart
It was as quiet as a tomb inside my heart
Then your love came along in the dark
And lit a spark
In the quiet little tomb inside my heart
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