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cross
02:07
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didn’t bother
with the water
on your forehead just to tell their God you’re here
couldn’t harm you
just to charm two
members of the congregation hiding from their mirror
winter is upon you
wear a coat
and the twilight’s glowing
you already know
sunshine
well that’s a place you’ve left behind
you’re a pretty shepherd and that’s no crime
got your flocks that pay with their nickels and their dimes
then your curtain comes down when your faith tells people ‘no’
you can pack your suitcase with your ghosts and go, go, go!
winter is around you
nowhere to go
twilight swallows you whole
you’ll never know
that sunshine…
that’s a place inside your mind
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said you wanna be the local hero
but in your pocket you’ve got dust and dimes
looking more like quintessential zero
you pay for your dreams with time, time, time
you pay for your schemes with crime
grime
said you’re working for the greater good now
got a future on the up and up
but imperfection is a fickle ally
as you try to fill your cup, cup, cup
everything is so fucked
it’s tough
got me brooding like I’m young Pacino
only me and i will speak my mind
got a hero you can’t follow
he go on the up and up, you pay for crime
got me smoldering like Bob DeNiro
mr. Pesci, get your shine box friend
trying to shake of quintessential zero
i’m the grizzled, wily veteran
i’m the one who’s standing at the end
friend
said you want to be like Tony Kushner
give a voice to people forced to quiet
but your muse, you will abuse and push her
to the point of Fury’s riot, riot, riot
all the people will not buy it
stay quiet
got me brooding like I’m young Pacino
only me and i will speak my mind
got a hero you can’t follow
he go on the up and up, you pay for crime
got me smoldering like Bob DeNiro
mr. Vincent, get your shine box friend
trying to shake of quintessential zero
i’m a battered ego on the mend
i’m the one who’s standing at the end
again
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3. |
blonde (for brooklyn)
03:18
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there’s a ballgame on tonight
Metropolitans look wiped
mr. Shinneman smokes by the window
pleasant disregard for his own life
he has yet to meet his wife
or his sons
and from a suited job he’s on the run
he’s having fun
science fiction’s on tonight
no one’s looking for a fight
and the vampires are right to stalk the people
drink the blood
and we’ll imbibe the whiskey, feel the flood
of fear
hey don’t go, man, stay right here
we’ll play darts and drink until the sun
sends us scurrying back to our coffin
you had mystery
because you took on the world alone
you worked your fingers to the bone
think i’ll venture out today
hope that girl will walk my way
then we end up in her loft
and her skin was so soft
she did not love me and i don’t love her
but the like was super good
then we ride that rollercoaster in the storied neighborhood
we part ways in the rain
the N train
the manhattan bridge
never seen a view like that, so grand
had the whole world in my hands
now I’m riding with my bearded, gentle man
the kind of friend who knows the score
the kind of man you know the stars shine for
then we walked right through the door
into life
into life
into life
into life
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4. |
the duke
02:13
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boy with the heart of gold
i am lucky to know you
i was there when you arrived
my best moment on this Earth
boy, you know i’ve got your back
for whatever that is worth
boy, you know i’ve got your back
for whatever that is worth
boy, i’m sorry i’m not a king
you know I beg and fight and steal
i am so sorry i'm not a king
but my love for you is real
ladies from another plane
don’t you know you blow my mind
you have brought the sun and rain
you have shifted space and time
i was there when you arrived
my best moment on this Earth
don’t you know i’ve got your backs
for whatever that is worth
girls, i’m sorry i’m not a king
i beg and fight and steal
dammit i’m sorry i’m not a king
but my love for you is real
so real
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5. |
hawk
01:53
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there's a woman on an island walking on her shore
there's a ship on the horizon soon to be no more
because all you ghost-faced pirates, you near the end of days
you may not believe me right now but Fury's on her way
and the magic that She wields will bring you down
there's a man atop a building made of gold and pain
watching as the sun is swallowed by the clouds and rain
and the magic he once had was just for show
you know
and the statues come alive
and they're dancing on your grave
they forget to know your name
they just know that you're to blame
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6. |
intherain
01:57
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there was a feeling that i was going for
but i think i missed the mark
there was a ceiling that i was aiming for
but i was aiming in the dark
there was a boy i loved in old new york
i hope he’s happy now
there was a girl I loved, oh, way before
now her dreams are underground
with the bones of the saints
and the old body paints
that run when it rains
they tell me if my mind is full of sunshine
i will do big things
they tell me, too, i’ve only got so much time
to find and spread my wings
like the angels of old
wings of silver and gold
that run in the rain
striking as crimes
that would turn back the time
leave this empire dead
in the rain
in the rain
they say that death has a rattle
i think you’re hearing it now
and the Reaper’s here for tea for two
just He and you
and you give up your joy
and your pain
we’ll rejoice
in the rain
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7. |
fft
02:56
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you’re on borrowed time
listen to me, young man, you better understand:
one day you’re gonna die
but don’t fret a beat
take the word into the street and be fleet with your feet
get them all to agree
every sun bows to night
every hero must fight
for the gold
in their heart
you’re a fucking fool
everything that you knew, every photo of you
is just dust from your past
you still have a chance
for your babes
you can warm all the cold and the hard and the fury at last
hold fast
did you see me?
i was dancing so free
bright blue and sea green
you’re a fighter boy
that doesn’t mean that you’ve made the world brighter
but you can still shine your light
in their dark
with your spark
fuck Father Time
His biggest damn crime
is stealing the light
it’s a devil’s deal
you’ve lost your feel
you’ve sold your soul
your fire’s…
cold
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8. |
lead
03:32
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yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah
don’t you remember the time that we were bumming around
not exactly sober somewhere out in Californ-i-a
put on both the mullets and the glitter and the bracelets
we were rocking, we were fucking rocking, somewhere in LA
oooh, would you leave all this concrete behind?
you’re out of your mind
out of your mind
you’re exactly my kind:
fucking out of your mind
he wears a suit that shields plutonium
he’s pulling bullshit all over town
he’s not impervious to justice, baby
you can see these men going down
down
who let all the lead outta you?
who let all the lead outta you?
who let all the lead outta you?
who let all the lead outta you?
who let all the lead outta you?
who let all the lead outta you?
he paints his ceiling every night
he hides his feelings every night
he got a feeling he ain’t right
he paints his chapel every night
he left for boston on a flight
and you’ll be missing him tonight
he paints his chapel every night
he got a feeling he ain’t right
winter wonderland and i can’t stay
stand right there and watch me run away
who let all the lead outta you?
who let all the lead outta you?
who let all the lead outta you?
who let all the lead outta you?
who let all the lead outta you?
who let all the lead outta you?
wait for it, man
everybody’s soul’s coming through
everybody’s soul’s coming through
who let all the lead outta you?
you pay for everything that you do
pay for everything that you do
who let all the lead outta you?
you
you
you’re blue
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9. |
(d)bad
03:20
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everything is gray
sometimes that’s ok
rain will go away
and after it does the Earth grows taller
you can make a mint
from your television stints
in your eyes there’s a glint
give a little hustle, be a baller
you can tell the world, “Steve, I’m your father!”
just don’t be a dick
said don’t be a dick
there’s too many dicks in this world, that’s true
boy if you fuck around they’re gonna put the iron mask on you
they’ll have you in chains
and forget your name
you’re going insane and only you are to blame
don’t be a dick, boy
i need a man with heart inside, don’t you?
i need a man with heart and soul, don’t you?
everything is blue
i am, so are you
so what we gonna do?
turn that frown upside down
go out and paint the town
just don’t be a dick
don’t be a dick
there’s too many dicks in this world, that’s true
boy if you fuck around i’m gonna put the iron mask on you
i’ll have you in chains
and forget your name
going insane and only you are to blame
don’t be a dick, boy
i need a man with heart inside, don’t you?
i need a man with heart and soul, don’t you?
i need a man with heart inside like you
take me
down to town
take me
all around the underground
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we don’t want to say goodbye
we don’t want to even try
watch our heroism fly
into the night
we don’t want to feel this time
we don’t want these tears to cry
ask God ‘what’s the fucking deal?
Is this event real?’
real
cause you were cooler than the cool kids
you were as golden as the sun
and all the people come and go
but those like you
there’s only one
there’s only one
now there’s only one
where’s the sun?
where’s the gold?
how it set
leaves dark and cold
we don’t want to say goodbye
we refuse to say goodbye
in the Son’s your watchful eye.
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Adam Henry Garcia Burlington, Vermont
Singer/Songwriter out of Burlington VT. The style is folk, acoustic pop, acoustic alternative. Lo fi, personal and sometimes profane. Honest. Enjoy! Email: Adamhenrygarcia@gmail.com
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