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Outta Here
04:46
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She’s got her beer in a choke hold,
She’s got the angle of her smokes down cold.
She’s listening to the band,
But with the other hand,
She's working on a plan untold.
She’s already pushing me outta here,
And I don't know what to do.
I square us up, I feel so old,
Out in the night so cold.
Into those lights,
That don’t give a shit about the night.
Into those lights,
That don’t give a shit about the night.
She’s got her mother’s detachment,
Pills somewhere in her jacket.
She’s making some noise,
But in a little voice,
She's giving me no other choice.
And we don’t give two ourselves, what we need,
And I know that you know just what I mean.
Give me some time, maybe an hour or maybe a year,
But I know that we’re gonna get outta here.
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2. |
Just as Much a Thief
04:48
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What of the way you feel?
What of the open country where you go?
You might scheme, you might steal,
You might live there for all I know.
(chorus)
’Cause you’re just as much a thief,
As a lover.
Just as much a thief,
As a lover.
And you give honestly,
When you give.
Then you say, he’s on to me,
And you give,
That whip a crack.
But you looked back, I saw, you looked back.
What of the wreck you left?
What of the closed casket with your real name?
I might tell, I might accept,
I might run with you all the same.
And I hurt easily,
Where I hurt.
There you say, you’re blaming me,
But you hurt,
That place you guard.
And that’s my heart, I said, that’s my heart.
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3. |
Dangerous Nights
04:18
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You gave me a lot to think about,
I don’t think you knew.
Like how to get a face, get a ticket, get out,
Get away from you.
Eyes in the skies over edge town,
Spies in the vestibule.
You’d be wise to let down your frown,
Save it for when you’ll,
Get away,
Girl, stay away.
(chorus)
Dangerous nights,
Famous shoes and famous skin.
Dangerous nights,
Dangerous lights you’re living in.
You gave me a lot to give up on,
I won’t give you more.
When you get some free time, get alone, get gone,
Get away before.
Are you living, are you living,
Are you living there still?
Are you living, are you living,
Dangerous, real, dangerous, real, dangerous, real, yeah, real.
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4. |
Befall
03:42
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The only thing that matters,
Are you happier,
On your own?
Are you just fine on that old bed of mine, all alone?
It’s just a kiss that we found,
On the gray morning ground.
(chorus)
And I break my understanding,
Yeah, I break my landing,
With a fall.
Here comes the sad belief that will befall us all.
The only thing that worries,
Are you hurrying,
To be gone?
Are you now bound for that little town of ours, all alone?
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5. |
Agnes
04:56
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Your friends will miss me,
Even if you won’t.
They’ll help me move and wish me well,
Even though you don’t.
You wish me trouble,
Illness and forgetfulness,
Agnes, you’re killing me and,
The weapon's in your hand.
Frying pan, and an old paint can,
Pork and beans sure can injure a man.
Garbage can, large neighbor man,
I don’t even know you, sir.
She’s probably told you about my mess and my moods,
But I don’t even really know you, now dude.
Frying pan, and an old paint can,
The weapon's in your hand.
Your friends will miss me,
Even if you won’t.
They’ll help me move and wish me well,
Even though you don’t.
You wish me dying,
You wish me distress and loneliness,
And Agnes I ain’t lying,
The weapon's in your hand.
I don’t even know you now, Agnes,
But once I did, oh, how I did now, Agnes.
Now I don’t want to hear from you Agnes,
But if I do,
I’ll say that when we were kids,
We were crazy weren’t we, Agnes?
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6. |
Foolish Moves
04:53
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When I drove on out of there, nobody was around,
The veterans were still in bed, a storm was coming down.
Trees hung heavy with diamonds, in the gutter there were jewels,
And sure I was that no one saw, as I made my foolish moves.
Not a word I often use, but true enough this time,
The slavery to alcohol, a love of petty crime.
Churches rang their morning bells, children learned about those rules,
While sure I was that no one knew, when I made my foolish moves.
The house is warm,
So why leave?
Lucky to be born,
So why grieve?
The judgments that you make today, well, the guilty man just ridicules,
And so don’t you make no judgments, and don’t make no foolish moves.
The house is warm,
So why cry?
Lucky to be born,
So why die?
As I beg to return there, every eye on me,
The words flow freely from my mouth, a tale told on one knee.
Mountains sang some sorrows, tears spilled over in hidden pools,
But sure I was that no one heard, as I made my foolish moves.
The judgments that you make tonight, well, the guilty man just ridicules,
And so don’t you make no judgments, and don’t make no foolish moves.
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I watch her walk through the perfume into a room of her own,
And all the time I’m thinking, what do they say about her back home?
Crazy girl, don’t take no chances,
Crazy girl, look at how she dances,
All alone.
She knows the consequences of tearing down fences ’round here,
But she’s not into hiding, what good would it do to disappear?
Crazy girl, don’t talk about it,
Crazy girl, leave it like you found it,
Don’t you fear.
(chorus)
Oh, no, don’t you worry if,
You sure don’t.
Crazy’s cool, crazy’s a gift,
I won’t worry if you won’t,
And you don’t,
No, you sure don’t.
Leave it like you found it,
Leave it like you found it.
You will,
And I will,
’Cause you don’t,
You sure don’t.
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8. |
A Round for That Crowd
03:40
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Mansions and my old haunts,
Companions and confidantes,
And lovers,
And others.
Factions both found and lost,
Strange reactions to a stranger crossed,
And lovers,
And others.
(chorus)
How about a round for that crowd,
How about a round for that crowd?
And then we’ll end,
And then we’ll end.
So I’m not around,
I put them down,
Now I’m not around,
They delivered me down.
And when we’ll end,
That’s the day the moon takes the place of the sun,
And then everyone who was an enemy of a friend,
Is just a son,
A daughter or a son.
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If the stars are unreachable,
Some truths unimpeachable,
And I’m unteachable about most everything,
Then tell me why,
We all cry when regarding the end of spring,
If parting is not goodbye.
Tell me what it is,
The end is a beginning, the sages say.
But these pages flutter like kisses,
And die, oh, yes, they die away.
These aren’t the days of new proposals,
The wine and the roses,
Are off the table, I’m afraid.
It’s a hell of a mistake, but heaven knows it’s made.
If the soul is untouchable,
Far-off lands undiscoverable,
And I’m unlovable beyond most everything,
Then tell me why,
We all cry when starting out on the wing,
If parting is not goodbye.
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10. |
Wrong Pony
05:03
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Looked for me on the narrow,
Road.
But oh, no, no, it’s not the way I go,
When I go out for some hope.
Hope is the winner,
Even a beginner,
Knows it’s better that way.
But you still don’t see it today.
(chorus)
You picked the wrong pony,
You went with the wrong crowd.
Now you’re proud, but you’re lonely,
And you’ll stick with it, no doubt,
While the rest of us get out of the cloudburst,
The rest of us get out of the cloudburst.
Hope is the fighter,
Even a bad liar,
Knows it’s better to say.
But you still don’t see it today.
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What’s over the rise?
Is there more of this going our own way?
I hardly recognize,
What I see and hear today.
Wind with the windows down,
Town in the mirror, background.
Not an inch between us,
Now,
Not an inch between us.
(chorus)
What was I thinking?
Baby, faith and hope and trust and lies.
It’s all I’m thinking,
About ’cause I’m wise.
Faith and hope and trust and lies.
But I’m foolish,
And losing,
Got no mind when it comes to minding the bend,
I’m a place in the road where it happened.
Sing with the singing sound,
Town in the mirror, background.
Not an inch between us,
Now,
Not an inch between us.
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12. |
Cause Wonder
05:59
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If all they do is look,
Down in the lake where you’re drowning,
At least they had to look,
They had to notice the waves pounding.
The waves, then the ripples,
Then the way you changed everything just a little.
(chorus)
If you cause wonder, if you,
If you spark another to want to make a light,
Then you’ve done all that you came here to do, and you,
You don’t have to suffer ’cause it’s all right,
You won’t suffer ’cause it’s right.
Maybe more than a little, gives me pause,
On a city block as long as an island, I was lost in my thoughts.
If all they want is time,
Still some around where you’re living,
Sometimes they need that time,
They need a touch to help with giving.
A touch, then the ripples,
Then the way you changed everything just a little.
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Painted Chain Baltimore, Maryland
Painted Chain is a trio from Baltimore.
Hand-built guitars and handmade arrangements.
Music for a time like now, a time back then.
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