1. |
Thank You
02:08
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2. |
My Hero
03:38
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I sent the birds running out of the door
Now I can hear the birds chirping out my back door
I think they're talking about me
I can't confirm nothing I'm not the law
But I can't deny there's nothing going on
I think they're talking about me
In an emergency you might be all I have
But I'm lucky if you're the one that's got my back
In an emergency you might not be so bad
You'd help me just to brag
I'm alone and the lights are off
There's a man with a knife and he cuts me off
Well my home is a cage and I can't see his face
But you're not scared of the dark no you'll never be afraid
In an emergency you might be all I have
But I'm lucky if you're the one that's got my back
In an emergency you might not be so bad
You'd help me just to brag
I owe...
There's a car that's headed full speed towards me
A landmine underneath my feet below me
Hey, could you give me a hand here please?
Could you give me a hand?
In an emergency you might be all I have
But I'm lucky if you're the one that's got my back
In an emergency you might not be so bad
You'd help me just to brag
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3. |
Dirt Mouth
03:45
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Several of your best men you'll find at the bottom of a whole
Maybe it's the ground that sucked them down I just don't know
Maybe if the air could shut your mouth just by its cold
Trouble might catch you doing something else besides blowing smoke
You're censored
Cause I rolled the dice and I took the chance that your mouth wouldn't make you a whore
You're censored
You don't own the mic, you don't have the right to talk to me anymore
You swagger like a pit fighter in without his clothes
A snake around your neck you walk the walk that can burn your soles
Well maybe it's the black light they make your teeth just swell
Maybe it's a bad night to keep things to yourself
You're censored
Cause I rolled the dice and I took the chance that your mouth wouldn't make you a whore
You're censored
You don't own the mic, you don't have the right to talk to me anymore
There's an army marching forward
It's feeling so parasitic
At the helm is a politician and he's mad
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4. |
Beaujolais-Nouveau
03:30
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I will leave and return in the morning
You will not even know that I'm gone
Pull the bed from the couch if you need to
You can watch television all night long
Give a chance to the bottle baby
Take a drink if you need some in your lungs
Every night, every day, every morning
Take a break if you're having too much fun
I am trying to buy some time
I'm tired of never having mine
Beaujolais-Nouveau won't you just go top me off yeah
Beaujolais-Nouveau don't you think it's better here
Tanqueray straight up
Tanqueray inside my cup
Yeah Tanqueray straight up
That's the way she has to have it
You can dance with the others baby
I can watch you from the other side
Like the way you dance like a daughter
Hate the way you cry like an only child
Give a chance to the bottle baby
Take a sip if you need some on your tongue
Every night, every day, every morning
I can smell the liquor on your come
I am trying to buy some time
I'm tired of never having mine
Beaujolais-Nouveau won't you just go top me off yeah
Beaujolais-Nouveau don't you think it's better here
Glenlivet and pop
Fuck your dad's expensive scotch
Yeah Glenlivet and pop
That's the way she has to have it
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5. |
The Walls Are Watching
03:14
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The house is recording everything that you do
The walls are watching their putting it all onto
Tapes for rewinding and tapes for counting down
Tapes for me to make sure tapes I'm rewinding now
Tell me that it's nothing try to shut your eyes
Cause if I lie here just long enough my pulse will start to rise
And rise till I'm nothing but a corpse on a bed
And I'd rather be a man than what I'm thinking in my head
The walls are watching
And you're fast asleep
A battle axe to the face couldn't wake you up
A train could smash through the wall you wouldn't wake up
Tell me that it's nothing try to shut your eyes
Cause if I lie here just long enough my pulse will start to rise
And rise till I'm nothing but a corpse on a bed
And I'd rather be a man than what I'm thinking in my head
All I want is time sweet time
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6. |
Counting The Ways
04:21
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And I love the way you look at me
You're calm and shy, light on pride
I love your eyes, they shine so bright
I've kept a list so I can remember all this
And I love your hands
They hold me up when I cannot stand
They're small and kind
And they trace up the length of my spine
And I love the cameras that take your picture
And I heart the men that taught you to love
And I like the mess that you make of yourself
When you drink like the night never ends
And I love the way you get everyone else when I don't
I never do
It's alright, baby it's alright
It's better than said it would be
It's alright, baby it's just fine
It's better than they said it would be
And I love the arguments that make you get mad
Cause I write it down to remember not to do it again
I smile bigger than I ever have when you sing
Baby, you got both my arms on a string
And I love the way you get everyone else when I don't
I never do
It's alright, baby it's alright
It's better than said it would be
It's alright, baby it's just fine
It's better than they said it would be
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7. |
Root
03:39
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I was thrown in this world
And I have been alone
And I come and go
Like the New England perennials
And I will not know
From where I came or where I'll go
And I will not grow
Like the flowers you planted off Hickory Road
I know that water runs down
and that fire burns up
And that earth can love
Other people never know
Cause they're all convinced they're the only ones
I will never grow old
Cause no one ever taught me just how to really learn
(Hands down, arms up, stretched up, I bloom)
I tune, stretch out, arms full, hands down
I know that water runs down
and that fire burns up
And that earth can love
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8. |
Stay Here
04:24
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It's time to get off now
The train is slowing down
And the wood and the rails are the ground
And it tears my heart out
I try to hold out
I try to sit back down
But the North and the South
Have tired me out
And it tears my heart out
Will you stay here after all these years?
These old arms are holding more than they can lift
So please, stay here.
About time that we load out
God forbid that it's warm out
But the cold, and the crowds are thinning out
And it tears my heart out
Will you stay here after all these years?
These old arms are holding more than they can lift
So please, stay here.
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9. |
Maybe Maybe Maybe
03:15
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Do you believe,
That there's love in the burning building?
Love in the water beaten coastlines?
Do you believe,
That words can last a lifetime?
Promises ain't worth a dime?
Could you believe,
That hate is a cheap addiction?
And fear is just it's bastard cousin?
Will you believe,
That I loved you from the day we met?
Like brother and brother don't ever forget
And maybe just maybe you're right and it don't take much to know
But maybe, maybe, maybe you're wrong and I got a lot farther to go
Just calm down
Baby just calm down
Do you believe,
That we should drink and have a good time?
Feet in the river and your face in the sunshine?
Do you believe,
In never letting the past forget?
I know I won't forget
You don't know how I'm supposed to feel
You can't barely grasp how I'm supposed to survive
Without you here
And maybe just maybe you're right and it don't take much to know
But maybe, maybe, maybe you're wrong and I got a lot farther to go
Just calm down
Baby just calm down
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10. |
Smoke Thing
04:29
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I tell time with matches folded tight
And when the right time is my life
The most you get's a hollow fire
When the mountains have fallen
You will see for miles and miles into
A smoke thing that's calling
I'm telling you to make sure you know
I don't sleep till I can't remember how
And when the fire's bright in my life
There's no point to laying down
Maybe it's you making sense
And I'm the sound the cage will make when it gets found
Maybe it's you cause you're not
The pen that melts onto the page when it begins
I lie down in tall grass looking up
Cause I stretch out and take down
The air becomes a coffers smile
If it's freezing and painful
You might hope that I'm around
But the smoke thing is hollow
I'm telling you to make sure you know
Maybe it's you making sense
And I'm the sound the cage will make when it gets found
Maybe it's you cause you're not
The pen that melts onto the page when it begins
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Patrick Baum St Louis, Missouri
I am a songwriter, singer, audio engineer and player of instruments. I learn through creation. Enjoy.
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