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I've Got Problems
04:05
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I’ve got problems
But they don’t amount to much
They may be small compared to others
but they’re still deadly to the touch
I know they’re not my own
as I share them with the masses
They are everywhere I go
People wear them on their faces
But I love the sound coming out of this old time radio
What’s this sensation
making its way into the station
could it be that motivation
that I keep hearing so much about
All this commotion
From this runaway locomotion
I try to focus in
but instead I’m tuning out
to the sound coming out of this old time radio
A dying sound our future children may never know
Now we know where to begin
sometimes the hardest part of starting out
is jumping in.
But the morning always comes
after a night that always come
So get up, and get out
Welcome today
I’ve got problems
but they don’t amount to much
like wrapping up these words
that have been haunting me for months
But I don’t want to sing too fast
because i know this song won’t last
When the moments passed
there won't be nothing left.
but the sound coming out of this old time radio
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2. |
Sailor on the Shore
04:42
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good night my darlin'
I'll see you in your dreams
Leave you soakin' in the darkness
and sweating through your sheets
You're on the shores of tomorrow
But land is just out of reach
You're a sailor, not a soldier
so keep floating out to sea
You're a body of water
From your head down to your feet
There's a current of fire
Pushing land from underneath
You're the power of the oceans
The salt of the earth
the whistle in the wind
and what's growing in the dirt
So dream on little darlin
Soon the morning's gonna come
There are monsters in the moonlight
There is work still too be done
The devils in the details
And he's out of your control
Don't be afraid
Just make your way
make your way down to the shore
You're the strong and mighty mountain
ore make up your bones
Your ranges are phalanges
crawling underneath the stones
You're the light of the fire
you are the darkness of the night
Why we freeze and why we burn
What is left from what is right
So dream on little darlin
Soon the morning's gonna come
There are stories to be told
There is work still too be done
The devils in the details
And he's out of your control
Don't be afraid
Just make your way
make your way down to the shore
So dream on little darling
The Earth is gonna roar
Your demons all have fallen
But they can fall a little more
The quaking of the ground
Is just the burning of its core
Don't be afraid
Just make your way
Make your way down to the shore.
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3. |
Saw What I Saw
03:03
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Something was amiss
there was a creaking down the hall
the moon was out and making
shadow puppets on the wall
Looking back it seemed so silly
it left a chill down through my bones
But that night I really thought
there was a ghost inside my home
I saw what I saw and nothing else
can tell a story like my minds been known to tell
You can never be too sure of what your told
But I saw what I saw and I know what I know
But maybe I just didn’t see what I was shown
I’ve never climbed a hill without having that sinking thought
This is the biggest freakin’ hill that I have ever come across.
But you can’t live your life on roads that never rise or wind
Hills are fun on the way down
But hey man first you gotta climb
I saw what I saw and nothing else
can tell a story like my minds been known to tell
You can never be too sure of what your told
But I saw what I saw and I know what I know
But maybe I just didn’t see what I was shown
Maybe I’m right, or maybe I’m wrong
No one really knows for sure
so let’s not dwell on this too long
But what we’ve chosen to see
is a big beautiful world
the minds a funny thing
or maybe funny’s not the word
I saw what I saw and nothing else
can tell a story like my minds been known to tell
You can never be too sure of what your told
But I saw what I saw and I know what I know
But maybe I just didn’t see what I was shown
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4. |
What Is All The Rage?
03:52
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Everyone keeps ragging on
the state of what we’ve all become
We’ve all seen it coming from the brink
The waterline is rising
though none of it is falling
there’s plenty to drown but not enough to drink
yet we’re more worried about our waistlines
Our bank accounts and hairlines
While we pour our future down the sink
We sit by and watch it from the internet
We blame it on the government
Does anyone really know just what to think?
But what I’ve seen
Is the power of a people who can change
What I need
Is someone who can simply explain
What is all the rage?
Voices quantized simplified
Organic matter digitized
Soul no longer needed to sing
The radios off its rocker
The marching drum is off its mark
Music has become so out of sync
Now that Hendrix is a microchip
nothing more than a right click
Anyone can be through the machine
Where’s the dedication
to the art of imperfection
That could wash all of our good intentions clean
But what I’ve heard
Are sour notes so beautiful and naked
What I need
Is something so real it never can be faked
What is all the rage?
So here’s to the mass extinction
Of all our good intentions
Here’s to the crumbling
Of the worlds greatest inventions
Here’s to the annihilation
of our grand imaginations
Here’s to the loss of knowledge
Of all our generations
Maybe it’s the optimist in me
that we will see the end to celebrity
When I can turn on the TV
and never again will this question be raised
What is all the rage?
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5. |
There For Me
04:29
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I’ve been trying to tell you
What this song is about
I say what i mean
but nothing comes out
But you can tell from my face
What I’m showing is true
But you don’t need my words
Because you’ve had that face too
There are nights
up on that stage
that I feel twenty feet tall
But the morning still comes
As it always does
Where without you there
I would feel so small
But there is one thing
That I know
Where ever it is that I roam
Baby, you’re there for me
Baby, you’re there for me
Late into the night
Turning rights into wrongs
Drinking all the whiskey
Singin all the songs
The campfire’s raging
and I’m not behaving
In the ways I intended
When I woke up this morning
There are nights
out with my friends
Where I don’t know when enough is enough
But the morning still comes
as it always does
When I look in the mirror
and I swear off that stuff
But there’s one thing
That I know
Wherever it is that I roam
Is baby, you’re there for me
Baby, you’re there for me
You’re worth every penny
though I don’t have that many
So I hope that my love is enough
I throw it all on the table
every time that I’m able
So on those nights I’m without you
You can sleep well and know we’re alright.
But there’s one thing
That I know
I feel it deep down in my bones
Is Baby, you’re there for me
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6. |
Mayflies
03:56
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Every solution needs a problem
Every work horse needs to be run
You say it’s so easy with the wind at your back
But I like it when it blows at my front.
The birds have stopped singing in the garden
As the sun looses the battle to the night
The fox is in the henhouse serving chicken noodle soup
So it looks like were having fox again tonight.
I feel strong
hardened by the years
On the hunt
Even though I grow weary
I know that I can do it, I can.
I know that I can do it, I can.
The air is much sharper in the winter
It blows anyway and anywhere it pleases
It’s not meant for breathing
it’s for chugging and wheezing
As you trudge your way through into the spring
Every day is a lifetime to the mayflies
and our lifetime is just a moment to the mountains
Pound the pavement
Let it fly
release the soil
locked inside
Now that we’re done
let’s put it back the way we found it
I feel strong
hardened by the years
On the hunt
Even though I grow weary
I know that I can do it, I can.
I know that I can do it, I can.
My memories can’t remember what’s a dream
What is this life that I’ve been living in my sleep?
Is it that my dreams are just a lie
and as dull as my waking life
Or is my life one most people only see in dreams?
I feel strong
hardened by the years
On the hunt
Even though I grow weary
I know that I can do it, I can.
I know that I can do it, I can.
I know that I can do it, I can.
I know that I can do it, I can.
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7. |
Ground Shakin'
05:13
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We’re the ones who hold the mirrors
back on ourselves.
We’re the ones who point our sights
on far and distant horizons
Marking all the moments
keeping them for later
Writing all of the stories
so we can be remembered
Faith is what keeps us from going off the rails
for promise of the heavens
We’re willing to go through hell
We’re smart enough to build a world to hide our ignorance
But not enough to cope with a meaningless existence
I feel the ground shaking
Coming from the sound of
seven Billions of beating hearts
twice as many stomping feet
We are the engine of the earth
We’re the rhythm of the heartbeat
I see my mother
I see my father
My whole life I’ve watched them growing older
Their time is shorter
Their not as strong
As the Gods that I saw in them
When I was young
But I’m right beside them
gaining age and wisdom
and soon I’ll take their place as the older generation
and maybe I’ll have kids that look at daddy growing older
We are the product of the ancients
and we’re standing on their shoulders
I feel the ground shaking
Coming from the sound of
seven billion beating hearts
twice as many stomping feet
We are the engine of the earth
We’re the rhythm of the heartbeat
To connect to the pulse underground
Our roots must dig deeper
and take hold of the very soul
Of the only home we’ve ever known.
I feel the ground shaking
If you can shoulder the weight
Then lean in and keep moving
We’re the ones here to see what we’ve done
We’re the ones who have a hold of the pulse
We’re at the deathbed of the world
Looking back at all that we’ve lost
We’re the ones left to find what comes next
We’re the ones who continue to build
We’re the ones who've came back from the dead
We’re the only ones left on the world
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What’s that coming around that corner?
it’s gotta be the future. That’s the way it works
time is linear that’s for sure
even if it is human construction
every little second is a little more soul
and I do it all a little better than before
I’m a wiser than I was a minute ago
and I do it all a little better than before
I do it all a little better than before
Gotta count those eggs before they hatch
Because you won’t have any eggs after that
The egg came first, and the chicken came next
And every second from then is closer to death
every little second is a little more soul
and I do it all a little better than before
I’m a wiser than I was a minute ago
and I do it all a little better than before
I do it all a little better than before
So, whatcha gonna do with the time you’ve got
You gotta strike while the iron is hot
You gotta sing fast because their aint no time
and we gotta wrap it all up before we die
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9. |
My Stolen Guitar
02:27
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I’m usually a pretty peaceful guy
I don’t wish harm upon anyone else
and I understand that we all got to survive
and it’s hard enough just to get by, oh yeah
But that night you broke into my car
and stole my first and favorite guitar
With it you stole a large piece of my heart
So, there’s a special place in hell for you if you
don’t take good care of that guitar.
It’s been told so many secrets
and never once laughed at my feelings, I suppose
It was there every time I needed
a kick in the pants or when I just needed something to hold
But the night all of that ended
When she was never seen again
Did you think even for a second who you were stealing from
So there’s a special place in hell for you
If my guitar never finds her way home
So there’s a special place in hell for you my friend.
Who knows where all the rest of us will end?
But we know there’s a special place in hell
if you ever hurt anyone like me again
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10. |
Wrong or the Right
03:25
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Where I live, troubles been brewin'
Is it strange that I don't want to fight.
The slight bit of doubt is seen as undevout
Pick a side and then sleep through the night
And the rockets red glare the bombs bursting in air
to some seem like a beautiful sight
I know there's a war but am I on board with the wrong or the right?
Put your boots on, good soldier, get walking
A command that has come from on high
Don't question your orders, it causes disorder
a blurring of black and of white
and we don't want that do we?
it would just be too confusing.
and frankly just isn't our style
I know there's a war but am I on board with the wrong or the right?
So ground all the angels
and silence all of the saints.
And stretch out the strong arms of freedom
and strangle the whole human race
Am I crazy for standing between you
To think we could put all this nonsense aside
Why we can't help the helpless
Or defend the defenseless
Or answer when people ask why
I might sound a bit foolish
There's that one golden rule it
Wouldn't hurt to just give it a try
I know there's a war, am I on board with the wrong or the right
I know there's a war, am I on board with the wrong or the right.
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Through a screen we are seeing
Through our fingers we are speaking
The sun outside is shining
burning lines into my floor
That’s not the light we care to see anymore
In this house, everything’s buzzing
Never ending, keeps us running
No need to lift a finger
Unless it’s headed for your mouth
Post a picture of your food for friends to talk about
Some days I can only shake my head
Ring my hands and walk away
from every thing that’s shoved down my throat.
Climb up through the fire escape
To the roof far above cyberspace
lie on my back
and pray for rain
Take a moment to imagine
the rain to flood these waters.
All these roads that take us nowhere
Are nowhere we’ll ever know.
an existential revolution
All these bodies now are flying
Above the city streets
We once called home
It’s a net that catches nothing
In our Inbox out the other… box
No need to feel your feelings
When you can post them on your wall
Self reflection doesn’t count if no one knows about it
Ups and downs
Are just for loading
Don’t ever dream it
when you can stream it
A world that’s wide and infinite
Is all we ever want
But you’d have to leave the house
and that’s way too fucking hard
Take a moment to imagine
the rain to flood these waters.
All these roads that take us nowhere
Are nowhere we’ll ever know.
an existential revolution
All these bodies now are flying
Above the city streets
We once called home
Some days I can only shake my head
Ring my hands and walk away
from every thing that’s shoved down my throat.
Climb up through the fire escape
To the roof far above cyberspace
lie on my back
and pray for rain
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Get up and face the day
Wash your face and comb your hair
You’re a gift upon the world
Here for everyone to share
If you don’t realize your worth
Then you won’t have any fun
Next time you look into that mirror
Tell that guy he’s number one!
The world ain’t gonna spin your way
It only spins every night into day
The only way you can keep up
is to get on those two feet and run
So which path you gonna take?
Take a gamble in the morning
Count your chips when the sun is set
cash out or double down
before you rest your weary head
The sunshine is your lady
the light shining in your eyes
The moonlight is your mistress
and the dark secrets that you hide
The world ain’t gonna spin your way
It only spins every night into day
The only way you can keep up
is to get on those two feet and run
So which path you gonna take?
Drink a pint of whiskey
and sing away your blues
Swig a jug of rum
and howl at the moon
Drink a liter of vodka
your comrades by your side
Down a bottle of tequila
with your amigos by the fire
The world ain’t gonna spin your way
It only spins every night into day
The only way you can keep up
is to get on those two feet and run
So which path you gonna take?
Oh I’ve lied and I have cheated
That’s just the way I was taught
I may have commit a crime or two
But only when I get caught
Cause life is here for living
Rules are here to give us pause
to think if what were about to do
Will hurt the ones we love.
The world ain’t gonna spin your way
It only spins every night into day
The only way you can keep up
is to get on those two feet and run
So which path you gonna take?
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13. |
Great White Noise
04:58
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The power of restriction
what's underneath our skin
the hold we have upon our women
but more important what's within them
It's a fear of what is different
united in division
It's a powerful addiction
we call it religion
In the great white noise
Voices floating on the airwaves
The ebb and flow of all our isms
carves a tunnel through our membranes
to the vast reaches of the spaces
Giving credence to the crazy
turning crazy into action
upon the ashes we're unshaken
and say "well that's just my opinion"
In the great white noise
If you're not sure of your footing
or of the sadness you are feeling
It's nothing more than a condition
that we can fix with what we're selling
So cure your situation
With our little box of poison
You'd think our strength is growing
But the sickness here is spreading
In the great white noise
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