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Well I sold the dirt to feed the band
Falling right through my hands Yes I sold the map up to the sky Falling down always Trying to wake up in your head Trying to cry with the red light on Trying to tell you I don't know Well I sold the dirt and bought the road Let me tell you right where we're going Yes I sold the house where I Iearned to walk Falling down always Fifty bucks to use the van Trying to find your city Trying to get back my guitars Trying to tell you I don't know Well I sold the dirt for a song Bleeding on every note Yes I sold the map up to the sky Falling down always Trying to sing what I can't say Trying to throw my head away Trying to cry with the red light on Trying to tell you I don't know |
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| 2:44 | 
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| 3. |
| 4:10 |
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Knock it down
Take it away We've got work tearin' down this place Take it away, Take it away, Take it away Here's the room where they laid awake through a complicated night He was starin' at the wall and she cried and cried and cried Under a roof that held the real rain out and covered up the sound He built her every wall and we have to tear it down Knock it down Take it away We've got work tearin' down this place Built for a ghost Haunted by love Left to decay Knock it down Take it away We've got work tearin' down this place Take it away, Take it away, Take it away Here's the door he would walk right out on an undecided night He was spellin' out her name in the artificial lights Through this window she could see her man, starin' at the town He built her every wall and we have to tear it down Knock it down Take it away We've got work tearin' down this place Built for a ghost Haunted by love Left to decay Knock it down Take it away We've got work tearin' down this place Take it away, Take it away, Take it away |
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| 2:54 |
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| 3:17 |
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| 3:08 |
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Walking from the bus stop
Couldn't wait to get off I know I am the lucky one Walking through the twilight Cold Nevada twilight I know I am the lucky one On the wheels, on the tabletop On the handles with my shirt off On the floor, on my heels again I know I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one Standing on the corner If I could find a dollar I know I'd be the lucky one Standing in the last light Artificial daylight I know I am the lucky one On the wheels, on the tabletop On the handles with my shirt off On the floor, on my heels again I know I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one On the wheels, on the tabletop On the handles with my shirt off On the floor, on my heels again I know I'm the one, I'm the one, I'm the one Walking to the bus stop Couldn't wait to get on I know I am the lucky one |
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| 4:34 |
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Can you hear me
Now the wind is dead You fell from the cloud In the frozen mud Can you see me And my idiot son Down in golden light Thrown out of the dark You came down down down down on a midnight storm You came down down down down on a midnight flash We've all been looking at you I must know, is it true Can you fly Can you fly Can you fly Can you hear the wind Now the light is dead You flew from your bed Woke up on the floor Can you fly tonight From my pointless fence Back up to the cloud Up into the wind You came down down down down on a midnight storm You came down down down down in a midnight flash We've all been looking at you I must know, is it true Can you fly Can you fly Can you fly Can you fly |
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| 5:28 |
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She has gone to New York City
That old suitcase holds no funny stories I packed it once on her first birthday Now that wasted shame has grown up with her The streets are slick with dew and motor oil A girl walks in and out of the morning sun A barred window reflects the cloudless sky No blue reaches those eyes She has gone to New York City Through that arch on a summer night I went there once on her first birthday Lay my burning head on the cool stone Its raining blossoms down in the concrete park A girl walks in and out of the evening shade A broken angel weeps through her spray paint smile No tears can reach me while I know I'm not responsible I know I'm not responsible I know I'm not responsible I know I'm not responsible But I want somebody to lie And release me into the past And I want to know what I knew For the secret word to tell you that I know I'm not responsible I know I'm not responsible But I want somebody to lie And to lock me out of the years And I want my problem again And a secret word you will not hear Goodnight my dear Goodnight my cold little one Has your dream begun She has gone to New York City |
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| 3:55 |
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I used to love the mortician's daughter
We drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lids I grieve tonight over this letter My tears dissolve an image from the careful link Her father stands in the open door, he's waitin' for her There's a storm blowin' across the lake, it's late summer On the broken step is a cardboard box full of wilted flowers She whispers in my burnin' ear, "it doesn't matter" I used to love the mortician's daughter We rolled in the warm grass by the boneyard fence Her skin so white the first leaf's fallen This long forgotten night I am there again Her father stands in the open door, he's waitin' for her There's a ribbon printed with last respects flowin' down the gutter And the rain comes in and she drops my hand she's turnin', laughin' And I used to love the mortician's daughter I used to love the mortician's daughter We drew our hearts on the dusty coffin lids There's a lonely dove out on the telephone wire I turn my head and she flies away |
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| 4:18 |
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Mister can you tell me where I've come from
Looked like hell to me, took so long And it's a frustration Like I really need one And the man at the station wouldn't help me at all Help me at all They think the Yank is just a jerk Well this clown hocked his golden gloves He ran out all ripped apart Holding that solid gold heart He paid the witch for a virgin's skinny arms The warmth of her tiny voice A little choice she won't recall A thin veil she would not lift I am sincere Mister can you tell me wat to call this place I've been cheated like I've never been And it's a frustration Like I really need one And the man at the hotel's been breaking my balls Breaking my balls They think the Yank is just a jerk Well this clown hocked his golden gloves He ran out all ripped apart Holding that solid gold heart |
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| 3:04 |
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Down inside I feel the morning, still too dark to see
Down in love I know they're wakin' No more dreams for me Down to the street with an early shakin' (down in love) Down to the park but the park ain't open (down in love) Down so far you must be jokin' (down in love) No more dreams for me The day breaks down and cries a river, sucks me to my heart Down in love I know they're laughing, tearing us apart Down to the docks where the wind is blowing (down in love) Down in the rain the cold and soaking (down in love) Down so far you can't be broken (down in love) No more dreams for me No more dreams for me Down to the street with an early shakin' (down in love) Down to the park but the park ain't open (down in love) Down so far you must be jokin' (down in love) No more dreams for me Down to the street with an early shakin' Down to the park but the park ain't open Down so far you must be jokin' (down in love) No more dreams for me |
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| 2:59 |
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| 4:41 |
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가슴네트워크 Review :: 2002-06-04
Subject : Freedy Johnston - Can you fly (Barnone Records,1992)
