1. |
Don't listen to him
03:24
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now you know,
you should've done this years ago-
you avoid it every time,
and wonder why you feel so low-
you meet your maker and he looks like you,
he's got your number, tells you what to do,
don't listen to him-
cut him loose for good,
'cuz he misunderstood your case-
you see who you could be,
but he won't recognize the face-
you meet your maker and he looks like you,
he's got your number, tells you what to do,
don't listen to him-
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2. |
Fly on
03:35
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kick up the wind,
now we begin,
and we are lifting,
we catch a thermal and rise-
now and then,
we tuck it in,
the joy of falling,
we level off and we climb-
fly on,
over oceans, on and on,
fly on,
over oceans, winter close behind,
fly on-
we hit the rain,
I called your name,
but you were drifting,
somewhere far behind-
steady on,
now you're gone,
we get the feeling,
we could go at any time-
fly on,
over oceans, on and on,
fly on,
over oceans, winter close behind,
fly on-
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3. |
Little karmann ghia
03:40
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beer and a dog and a tiki torch,
check your watch, it's just about that time-
out front, on a beat up porch,
listening for that funky thing she drives-
here she comes with a rattle and hum,
the dog can hear it too-
she rolls on by with a look in her eye,
but never looks at you-
who's that girl in the little karmann ghia,
she's rolling away-
love that girl in the little karmann ghia,
she's getting away again-
peace sign painted on the beat up door,
paisley headband, flower power hair-
you wonder where she goes,
now you think you see her everywhere-
here she comes with a rattle and hum,
the dog can hear it too-
she rolls on by with a look in her eye,
but never looks at you-
who's that girl in the little karmann ghia,
she's rolling away-
love that girl in the little karmann ghia,
she's getting away again-
you painted I love you on a sign, one time-
you did it again in neon red-
but she looked straight ahead-
here she comes with a rattle and hum,
the dog can hear it too-
she rolls on by with a look in her eye,
but never looks at you-
who's that girl in the little karmann ghia,
she's rolling away-
love that girl in the little karmann ghia,
she's getting away again-
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4. |
Living in color
03:29
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bubble gum summer and a doe eyed girl,
brand new neighbors, open up the door to you-
bringing me a cake in your sun kissed curls,
sweet like icing, share another blush with you-
there, beneath the cellophane, forever frozen,
standing still in black and white, while we were living in color-
I turned twenty back in 1950,
on one knee and hoping I would hear one word-
a lifetime living in the love you give me,
all these years it's still the greatest word I've heard-
there, beneath the cellophane, forever frozen,
standing still in black and white, while we were living in color-
a quarter of a second in a polaroid border,
laughing at that polyester leisure suit-
in every picture we're a little bit older,
year by year, I lose my hair and yours turns blue-
there, beneath the cellophane, forever frozen,
standing still in black and white, while we were living in color-
there, beneath the cellophane, forever frozen,
standing still in black and white, while we were living in color-
bubble gum summer and a doe eyed girl,
brand new neighbors, I opened up my life to you-
bringing me a cake in your sun kissed curls,
sweet like icing, falling into love with you-
living in color-
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5. |
Recurring dream
06:09
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where will you go tonight, when your eyes are closed,
wander the dying light, looking for her ghost-
waves rushing in to die, where you were carried away,
wait for the girl with the eyes that lead you home-
she waits for you in a recurring dream,
she's happy too, in a recurring dream-
bottled goodbyes wash up on the rising tide,
written in faded ink from another life-
you can't seem to let her go, you will her back again,
you long for the love you see in her design-
she looks for you in a recurring dream,
she loves you too, in a recurring dream-
she waits for you in a recurring dream,
she's happy too, in a recurring dream-
she looks for you in a recurring dream,
she loves you too, in a recurring dream-
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They're tearing it down,
with the acrobats grounded dreams-
no dressing the house,
no girl on the trampoline-
on your way, down the road-
say goodbye to the clowns,
no more funhouse or merry go round,
put your top hat and megaphone down,
it's over now-
big top on the ground,
ring master close your eyes-
town after town,
the ending is no surprise-
on your way, down the road-
say goodbye to the clowns,
no more funhouse or merry go round,
put your top hat and megaphone down,
it's over now-
even the greatest show on earth,
can't run the clock in reverse ,
jump through fire to prove your worth,
it's over now-
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7. |
Wave after wave
04:46
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adrift in our bed when the dream begins,
windows left open and the ocean spilling in,
with star fish above her,
a pearl in a shell to discover-
I'm swept up in her wake, wave after wave-
surface grows distant as the fish swim into view,
slow motion gems in her eyes, flashing green and blue,
the clown fish will love her,
storms brew above her,
she pulls me under, wave after wave-
the tide is subsiding, her motion is inviting,
washing over me, wave after wave-
the surface is falling, orca still calling,
wake her slowly,
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8. |
Way out here
06:32
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low moon, watching like an empty eye,
you can barely hold the sky down,
over my ghost town, dying in the twilight-
days,I never see another soul,
walking down the road alone now,
I`m tearing that sign down-
way out here, I`ll be the last to go,
way out here, the world left me alone,
this is my home...way out here-
they fly, no reason they would ever land,
all the vacant buildings stand there,
wait for the freeway-
way out here, I`ll be the last to go,
way out here, the world left me alone-
aint no road going where I want it to,
my sun bleached bones are gonna take me to the end-
whistle in the distance when they're moving through,
mercy in the motion when they're carried away again,
alone one more day, way out here-
way out here, I`ll be the last to go,
way out here, the world left me alone,
way out here, I'm waiting for the end,
this is my home...way out here-
way out here-
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9. |
Let in her light
03:56
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she mix her paint,
she dipping her paint brush-
she rain her blossom all over spring-
she give you bloom,
she silver your lining,
her cherry candy hang in the tree-
get outta bed,
put some cream in your coffee,
let in her light, let in her light-
red apple ribbon,
on a strawberry morning,
let in her light, let in her light-
she brush cotton candy,
into the sunrise-
she orange and yellow every bee-
she rose your glasses,
and butter your sunshine-
happy swimming like a bug in a jug of her honey tea-
get outta bed,
put some cream in your coffee,
let in her light, let in her light-
red apple ribbon,
on a strawberry morning,
let in her light, let in her light-
you're still in bed and playing dead again,
and the same old gray is hanging on your wall-
her light is shining, you should let her in,
open up and find yourself in love with it all-
get outta bed,
put some cream in your coffee,
let in her light, let in her light-
red apple ribbon,
on a strawberry morning,
let in her light, let in her light-
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10. |
Right where they belong
04:58
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mac charles Seattle, Washington
Singer/songwriter from the pacific northwest.
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