1. |
Pocket Full Of Dollars
04:03
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I’ve got a pocket full of dollars
We’re out here on the road
Somewhere between the heavens
Where the sun don’t go
Started off in NJ
Big hearts and balding tires
Got a boombox in the back seat
Gonna set that map on fire.
I should have packed galoshes
Lord’s been leaking from the sky
The most important rule for traveling is
You better keep your feet dry
Cleveland in the evening
Cincinnati by the night
We pull off at a Waffle House
Before first morning light.
On the road I got so hungry
There’s no honey underground
I tried to eat my credit cards
But I know that that is not allowed.
It’s a nice place that we’re going
It’s a nice place that we’ve been
I feel like the weight of gravity
Is pulling us back in
Just crossed into Nebraska
When I felt my eyes go closed
Heard the buzzing of the shoulder
Slept on the side there by the road
Police woke us with their flashlights
Said it’s time you’re moving on
I got a pocket full of dollars
You got an idea for a song.
The boombox in the backseat
Is out of batteries
If we make it to Colorado
I gotta make an apology.
On the road I stumbled
On the road I fell
On the road I stumbled
Lay me down,
Won’t you lay me down.
Out here we do the flying
Out here our hair grows long
Thank god I got you with me
I wouldn’t make it on my own
When we arrive you’ll get that feeling
That you never had in life
There will be angels and they’ll be singing
Out of every single light
And banquet tables filled up
With all the sweetest tastes
When the sun is finally setting
You’ll be in your favorite place.
On the road I got so hungry
There’s no honey underground
I tried to eat my credit cards
But I know that that is not allowed.
On the road I stumbled
On the road I fell
On the road I stumbled
Lay me down. Wring me out.
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2. |
Shot Down At A Party
03:10
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Put the gun in your mouth
And then we’ll start talking
There was never a chance
This was gonna go your way
Some people are saints
Some are absolute monsters
But we all walk the edge
Of that shiny razor blade
I will be coming back for you.
There is no place to hide
So I might as well keep on
Rolling right along
That’s what I tell myself when the going gets tough
If it doesn’t hurt
Then you’re just not doing it right
That’s some terrible advice
A terrible metaphor for life
I will be coming back for you.
She blew off your head
And then danced on the carpet
I was behind the curtain
I saw the whole thing clear as day
The dance of the snakes
The dance of the tyrants
The dance of the lamb
Pulling their chariot of flames
I will be coming back for you.
A radio played as I ran away
From the place you lay
From the scene you made
A voice on the AM faded out and then
Faded in again whispered amen.
When the smoke finally clears
And the party’s finally over
I return to the room
To claim what I can claim
But you have disappeared
And in your place is just a pile
Of loose leaf papers
Thoughts you’d had along the way
I will be coming back for you.
I will be coming back for you.
I will be coming back for you.
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3. |
You're Strange
04:30
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Now you’ve got a hat on your head
And a word for your life
Cause you couldn’t change
You wouldn’t lie
About who you were
What you wanted to be You ran out the front door
And you climbed up a tree
Oooo you got a rule for your mouth
I wish you’d say it plain
I wish that I knew
What you were talking about
When you climbed up your tree
Looked down at the world
Said it’s a world you couldn’t see
And it opened your eyes.
You’re strange
And this is why we love you
Cause you’re out of control
Something we once believed in
And never let go
This is why we love you
Cause you’re out of your mind
One thing we can count on
You’ll be back in time.
Oooo you’re like the room that we’ve forgotten
You’re what’s under the tape
Make your moves now in silence
And let the bough break
When you climbed up your tree
Looked down at the world
Now we can never go back
To the way things were.
You’re strange
And this is why we love you
Cause you’re out of control
Something we once believed in
And never let go
Yes this is why we love you
Cause you’re out of your mind
One thing we can count on
You’ll be back in time.
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4. |
Sunshine Instrumental
01:37
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5. |
Canto XIV
04:03
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Oooo Baby! Oooo Baby!
Paradiso, Canto XIV
You’re in heaven
But you’re supposed to be by my side
Went before me
Beamed your starry eyes up into the sky
And heaven held you
Heaven help me
Sing a sweet song while I’m waiting
I’m not patient
I’ll be breaking down
St. Peter’s pearly gates.
If I could find you,
What I do then
Have the same conversation we were always talking over
You gotta stop Tim, taking everything
So serious when we’re just water
You’re probably hanging with the sirens
Or in bed with that tall girl that you had your eye on
Come round the corner there you are
Head enshrined in gold.
[Oh, Hello.]
I see you’re speaking a different language
And it’s one that I do not understand
And let’s be honest, I can’t see you
But I know you’re still my friend
Now that I’ve found you I’m going to keep you
Going to handcuff you to that root growing from the ground
No more bad habits see I need you to come back down.
We used to talk about how the ocean it is changing
But it always stays the same
How about some devotion
Head in the clouds now take that moonlight off your face.
You told me that river was supposed to make me forget everything
But I remember Paradiso and Canto XIV
You said that river was suppose to make me forget everything
But ain’t it just like a river to never stay the same
You never stayed the same, just like a river.
You would want me to be gentle, sing a sweet song
But when I find you I’m going to kill you
Going to break your fucking heart just the same way
You broke mine apart
And I’ll meet you after recess
In a parking lot outside of time
And I’ll climb up to the right until I find you
And drag you out of paradise.
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6. |
Push On
05:48
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And so it was to sea with me
With anyone who’d flee with me
Hours turn to days and days into weeks
The sun seems to shine from above and beneath.
Far from the homes where we belong
We’ve called our ship the vagabond
Days turn to months blow away in the wind
The sun seems to shine from without and within.
We push on,
Send us strength for we mush push on
We push on,
In the eye of a gathering storm
We push on,
Send us strength for we must push on
We push on.
Rudderless we toss upon the waves
Nevertheless we are on our way
Desperately at sea the way we’ve always been
The sun seems to shine from without and within.
We push on,
Send us strength for we mush push on
We push on
In the eye of a gathering storm
We push on,
Send us strength for we must push on
We push on.
We push on.
We push on.
We push on.
We push on.
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7. |
Without My Lord
04:36
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When the rain comes in, when the rain comes in
I will hide away and plan, I will hide away and plan
When the rain gets high, when the rain gets high
I will rise and write my lord, I will rise and write my lord
With the strength of filling out forms.
Alone in my room with its patterned shelves
The walls are white and there’s nothing else
Just me and myself and my splitting cells
Alone in my room, there’s no one else.
I’ve come to believe that all we are
Are just banks waiting to be robbed
I’ve been a scholar ran a parlor and I’ve labored down below
But what have I to show?
A closet full of bone white button downs
Penny loafers took the pennies out
A pocket full of tricks and gears
To keep the conversation greased and going
And I know it’s been explained to me before
But alone now in my room I’ve got time to think it over.
But I just can’t sleep without my lord,
I just can’t sleep without my lord,
I just can’t sleep without my lord,
And I pray they’ll come again,
I pray they’ll come again,
I pray they’ll come again.
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8. |
Candy Store Instrumental
02:03
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9. |
Send Me A Sign
04:44
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Looking for meaning in the small things
I track them down,
Track them down everywhere I turn
There’s meaning in the small things
I’m listening in I’m listening in I want to learn.
I been running out of runway
But I can’t take off and I can’t turn off
And I can’t slow down
There’s someone up above me
Can’t shake them off
Can’t shake them off
Though I twist and I shout
Won’t you send me a sign?
I’ll follow you down like the man in the river
If you send me a sign
I’ll follow you down like the man in the river.
I leave an offering for the moving patrols
The moving patrols
I hide in the daylight
If there’s meaning in the small things
I want to find out
Won’t you send me a sign?
I’ll follow you down like the man in the river
Just send me a sign
And I’ll follow you down like a man in a river.
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10. |
Apples
03:04
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I sit by your sick bed
Armed with my only weapon
A bushel of red apples
Will nothing my dear get you better
Someone comes to see me
It gets so hard to look at you
I’m calling for the doctor
She’ll write you out
She’ll write you out a few.
You shout out a warning
The breath you use shallow and cloying
I can see that morning
It’s echoed in the words you wrote
Machines all start to whirring
Some hearts are stopped and some are stirring
Memories like falling down
Bright red apples brought from town.
We wore the same clothes on a Wednesday
Island shirts with button sleeves
Promised to be your best friend
I tried my best but fell asleep
The next time that I see you
Is in my dreams it’s sour sweet
Friends of steam make lemon tea
Sometimes an apple’s all you need.
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We’ve heard this me, my, mine
A million times
Now it feels like I might rain
Hold me down in the tub
And wash this gutter love off of my hands.
Until I’m endless
Your intents had best be relevant
So sick of this wish washing
Time tick-tocking
Mine is lost
I hope it comes across.
When you leave me.
Vague auguries.
All I wanted was a partnership
On which to sail my weary lips
But who
Was it always you
My vanished everything
And now love has a word
It’s a rhyme I’ve heard
That flies through the trees
And sings from beneath.
That you will leave me
Vague auguries
And you will leave me
Vague auguries.
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13. |
The Bird Song
04:29
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Where will we go when the birds are gone?
We’ll sing the bird song, sing the bird song.
Tie your shoes, it’s time for leaving
I heard the beating of their wings
The birds won’t be back again
Our best and brightest will form a line
March into the great beyond
All sensitive and strong.
Your soul’s a feather
Your armor is your soul
Your dreams become a compass
When you don’t know where to go
Your heart’s a ladder
It’s a stairway we can climb
But the ways are difficult
We go one day at a time
Where will we go when the birds are gone
We’ll sing the bird song, sing the bird song.
Are those your fingers
Or a fistful of feathers that you hold
The day is clear and bright
But the question are you bold
It takes believing
It takes a hunger in your spine
To leave this all behind
To burst forth from the pines
Oh thunder bolts and lighting crash
Around our bodies in flight
We fly
I’ll stop holding you back
Yeah that’s the least that you deserve
And I cry that we’re all birds
Until I run out of words.
Where will we go when the birds are gone
We’ll sing the bird song, sing the bird song.
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14. |
Magnetic Opening
02:03
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15. |
Clear Blue Sky
04:41
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Every morning I wake up
Hear the sounding of the bells
Celebrating the death of a martyr
And I’ve started pausing when I walk past
Watch the light cascading down
Through the stained glass.
I told myself for you I’d try and pray
But it seems that today will not be that day
I shuffle on back towards my apartment
And I take off my mask but I can’t go in
I just stand there staring at the sky
Light cascading down like your blue eyes.
And then it starts raining Clear blue sky
It starts raining
Is this a sign?
Bret took your notebooks
Lauren got you scars
And your sister gave me
Your electric guitar
Now it just sits in the living room
Like a sacred thing
Beneath our old cat’s ashes
And a blue painting.
It started raining
Out of the blue
It started raining
And I thought of you.
On the way to your memorial
I lost my ID
Been feeling incorporeal
Since I’ve been back
I’ll wait in line forever at the DMV
For something I can’t recover
And who wants that
Could be a fate worse than death
I hold my breath
Get in line and take a number
And when that bell sounds
It’ll be my turn.
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Timatim Fitfit Brooklyn, New York
The ongoing musical project of songwriter Tim Cluff.
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