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Intro
01:05
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On The Lawn
02:28
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A tiger on the lawn, on the lawn, on the lawn, on the lawn, all alone
I'd like to know the color of your dreams
I'm tired of walking on, walking on, walking on, walking on, walking on,
I'll smile and try to think of other things
And oh, there are things you'll never know, you'll never know about me
mmm
So wide, oh we were young, we were young, we were young, we were young
I've tried to know the color of your dreams
So tired of walking on, walking on, walking on, walking on, walking on
I'll smile and try to think of other things
And I have built a hole for you to live in,
A hole inside my head,
And if that hole were inside of my heart, I'd be already, already dead
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Potted Plants
03:35
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Well I was driving down the highway, thinking about all the mattresses and potted plants
I was thinking of those empty floors where vacuums never passed before the bed was in the living room, and Hunter's truck was parked outside
But I'll be driving home this afternoon,
And there's a new girl down the hall, but she ain't you
No she ain't you
Aw, it's a different world we live in every day
Well I just woke up in an empty house, and all that I can think about is when they're coming home,
But she's gone far away, and when she comes again some month and days from now, it won't be here that she will stay,
But I'll be driving home this afternoon,
ooh
Oh it's a different world we live in every day
Building all these bridges, while the other ones grow long and far away,
And hoping it'll all turn out okay
Aw, it's a different world we live in every day
Well their plants are by the window sill, their bodies far away,
It won't take much from me to keep 'em livin'
Aw but day to weary day as I grow long and far away, I'll keep my ear against the wall for them,
Oh it's a different world we live in every day
Building all these bridges, while the other ones grow long and far away,
And hoping it'll all turn out okay
Aw, it's a different world we live in every day
Building all these bridges, while the other ones grow long and far away,
And hoping it'll all turn out okay
Aw, it's a different world we live in every day
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4. |
Who Am I?
03:07
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Who am I but a crazy guy?
Who am I but you?
When I sit alone, I wonder who I am
And what I could mean to you
Who am I but an apple pie?
What am I but blue?
When I sit alone I wonder who I am,
And what the hell am I gonna do...
Who am I but a deep blue sky?
And what I am I but true?
When I stand alone, I know just who I am,
As long as I'm with you
Cause every answer is true
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5. |
Big Sky
03:36
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Sweet Kentucky
03:39
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There's a song in Carolina, that's got me on the railroad track again
And there's a blowin' out behind ya,
That's takin' me out where I've never been
Again
Blow away, sweet Kentucky, blow away
There's an echo in the mountains, that's keeping me awake these lonely nights
There's a flowin' like a fountain, that pulls me out beyond those city lights,
Blow away sweet Kentucky, blow away
I know it's time you shouldn't have to stay
Blow away sweet Kentucky, blow away
I know it's time you shouldn't have to stay
I'll call you when I wake up to the thought of yesterday,
Blow away, sweed Kentucky,
Wont' you blow away
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Ordinary Days
04:12
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The end is near, the end is past
I look around at where I've come to be at last,
I know it's cold, but I was never told how long it's gonna be
I sewed my seed into the grass
And now I'm waiting for the winter time to pass
I know it grows, but oh, it's just not fast enough to see
And I'm gone away
Down the road I never knew I'd have to stay
Travelin' on until I finally find my way
Over all the ordinary days
ooh
I pour my water in a glass
It's looking fuller, but it's hard for me to grasp
I don't suppose that little boat of yours was just born out on the sea?
I've broken mirrors in the past
And all I wanted was to see if this would last
This lonesome road is going nowhere that I really hope to be
And I'm gone away
Down the road I never knew I'd have to stay
Travelin' on until I finally find my way
Over all the ordinary days
And every morn I'll ask the day,
'How long before my little world'll be the way I wanted?'
Although, I know it won't ever look the way that I'm imagining...
And I'm gone away
Down the road I never knew I'd have to stay
Travelin' on until I finally find my way
Over all the ordinary days
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8. |
Lude
00:47
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9. |
Into the Wind
02:50
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You were drunk
And your teeth came out of your mouth, smelling like the cigarettes I borrowed
And you sat down
To listen to my song about the leaving of a girl
And you said,
'Brother let your hair grow long'
As you were walking away
But I was listening,
And you had more to say
When you were young,
And your heart beat out of your chest, bursting like a gamma ray, wide eyed, breathing
Cause she was still there,
Laughing with her long black hair
Laughing into the wind
But she was scared when they told her,
And you were there to hold her,
So you cut your hair
Cause what else could you do for her?
Powerless as you were to stop hers falling out...
You said, 'brother let your hair grow long'
You said it means something...
And I heard you
And I saw
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They built this still up in the hills, so I could come to hide
With every breath the mountain takes, the fields will heave a sigh
And standin' on this ruined tree, the scapegoats at my back,
Listening across the sea, the sound of fadin' track
Oh rest ye well, my foreign girl
Rest ye well today
I have believed in many things
And never known the way
I see a lizard in the scripture,
A poet in the dawn,
And it hurts me well that I don't know the road I'm travelin' on
These yellow folds keep draggin' on, and I have no recourse to stop the dawn from
Showing me what's wrong, and I just wish that I couldn't know
But
There's no going back,
There's no other track, to take me away from this place, and even though my heart's turning black, I'll put a smile on my face
Simplify the colors
In my eyes and others
I have never pulled the covers back on what I've learned
Subconsciously, drift into a melody, and I know what I want to be, but I don't know how...
*gibberish* but I've never known the day,
From the colors of the wagon wheel, that I have told you what I feel, and
Never, never,
Never change a thing
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Many Voices Austin, Texas
Timeworn troubador, naive child. I hold the Hammer. Many Voices sings the folk songs of suburban youth. With simple, penetrating lyrics, and powerful, nuanced guitar work, Many Voices explores that tension between the dreams we have, and the indifferent world from which we carve them. ... more
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