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| 1. |
| 4:21 | 
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Lately I've felt deep inside myself maybe something ain't right
I feel like I've been turned and put on the back burner And there's no rescue in sight maybe I have changed But you know I feel the same still got this hunger in my bones I feel like an all night drive all the way to the other side There's a place I used to call my home Lately I've seen a different side of me I don't know where I have gone I'm killin' friend and foe somebody tell me so I know Whose side I am on like a cat stuck in a tree I gotta jump before i'll be free I guess the ground will break my fall Lately I've been lost gotta find me an albatross To lead me back into my port of call hey I hey I Got something to tell you hey I hey I never meant to hurt you Gotta get my stuff and go gotta leave to free my soul Lately I've been out of my head again I don't know what I have found I feel at home here I'm not alone here Lot of messed up heads in this town But I never drew one single word from you You lay there hidden in the prone I never proved to be anything but an oddity I guess I'm better of alone Hey I hey I got something to tell you hey I hey I never meant to hurt you Gotta get my stuff and go gotta leave to free my soul |
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| 2. |
| 4:11 |
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What I feel, I can't say
But my love is there for you anytime of day But if it's not love that you need Then I'll try my best to make everything succeed Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side What I know, I can do If I give my love now to everyone like you But if it's not love that you need Then I'll try my best to make ev'rything succeed Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side instrumental break What I feel, I can't say But my love is there for you any time of day But if it's not love that you need Then I'll try my best to make everything succeed Tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side Oh tell me, what is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side Tell me, What is my life without your love Tell me, who am I without you, by my side, oh tell me what... |
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| 3. |
| 1:50 |
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Mormon's are everywhere
battalions of bicycling bachelors with dark suits and well cropped hair we're Mormons too have been since '72 I'm riding between my brother and sister in the back seat of a '67 Buick station wagon with red vinyl seats we stick by each other and to those seats we've been eating cheese and bacon sandwiches our mother made for thirteen days straight in the August heat and both my siblings are wakin' on those eggshells as I will soon learn how to do myself they play their quiet silly games with their peashooters as I sip luke-warm Sprite from a tin can sold to me by a hunchback silly bastard old woman a hundred miles back who is probably the only person with good sense in this part of the country I still don't know what to do god-awful bacon and cheese sandwich but your body is your temple God tells us so, so drink up your milk and reap what you sow I mold the cheese and bacon sandwich into a ball in my hand it kind of reminds me of Play-dough I look around to see who is watchin' and stuff it between the red vinyl seats no one will find it at least not for a couple of weeks we're in this big place now it's kind of like 1/2 of an blue plastic Easter egg shell and there's a hole in the top where the sun cuts through and lights up the room and I hear all these male voices telling me that black people are inferior and it's ok to have more than one wife and as the dry dry breath of the utah sun warms me I stand before a statue of Jesus that is far too big and has held these folks hostage for so so long and I gaze up at the nostrils of the sandstone savior and wonder if it can smell all this bullshit cause I sure can and I'm only 5 years old in Salt Lake City in 1973 |
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| 4. |
| 5:22 |
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Joshua was an old man
his beard like mountain snow and when I was a boy we'd have jam sessions I'd sneak off to old Sharptop with my guitar I would go when I should have been at school learnin' my lesson and I'd sip a little moonshine and I'd smoke a corncob pipe and we'd pick all day until our fingers bled and right around supper time I'd run home in the night just in time to get a whippin' from my Dad oh way back when he was 65 and I was 10 and I will never be as free again oh way back when the summer flew by quickly and Josh and I spent out time writing words to songs from memories of his past he'd tell me bout the way it was and I'd find the perfect rhyme and I couldn't believe how we wrote our songs so fast I never knew an old man could be so full of life the love we had was so hard to explain and I remember how the tears fell when he spoke of his late wife and I'd give him my 6-string to ease his pain oh way back when he was 65 and I was 10 and I will never be as free again oh way back when and then in late November I knocked on his cabin dor I knocked and knocked but Joshua never came and I still remember how he layed there on the floor and I went home cryin' in the rain oh way back when he was 65 and I was 10 and I will never be as free again oh way back when oh way back when oh way back when |
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| 5. |
| 3:56 |
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As the lights go down
the drumming clown whistled a melody and as the rain pours down his happy face turned into a sad one the autumn wind reminded him that the circus had come and gone so he opened a pack of swisher sweets and whistles down the first one his clothes are ragged and his hat is dusty his drum is missing snares he maybe laughin and he may be cryin but no one knows nor cares his belly's empty but his heart is full he knows where he belongs so he steps aboard that lovely train and he whitsles his favorite song and as he sleeps he dreams of all the pretty girls he's seen throughout his life and though his dreams are sweet his aching feet awake him in the night he wakes to the sound of thunder and he thinks of a reason why then he hangs his head to cry then he drifted off to a deeper sleep that no one could disturb and when he woke he was at a place that was higher than the birds he said my God I'm here at last is this meant to be I've lived the life of a hobo clown whistle tunes for money and his Lord spoke up and said my friend you are not alone you've lived a good life my drumming clown and now you have a home and somewhere a stockboy opens a crate and finds the butt of an old cigar he hears a distant whistling then he gazes as the stars |
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| 3:41 |
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We opened Pandora's box just to see if she was home She had an apple pie a jaundiced eye and a big red telephone She said "boy's I know why you are here, you wanna take me for a ride But before we go I think you ought to know that I'm awful hard to hide I'm awful hard to hide So how will you do in this town boy's(sic) How will you call him dead? Will he die in his rack from a heart attack or from a bullet through his head?" Then she whispered as we took her out "He need not be afraid 'Cause deep inside the system hide's the truth That you've betrayed the truth that you've betrayed." Nowhere for us to run Thirty silver pieces got the job done got the job done Poor Pandora's life it was not as it had been portrayed A government, an accident and now the bed is made And we tried to put her back but we were defeated by our greed Tried again while shadowmen did their dirty little deed Their dirty little deed We opened Pandora's box just to see what we could find And in there was a note pandora wrote just before she lost her mind It said "my passing will allow a peak(sic) behind the veil of secrecy It's farther out than you can see Just no telling where that trail will lead No telling where that trail will lead |
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| 7. |
| 4:53 |
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He's a walkin' contradiction when he sings his verse.
He's got a caffeine fix addiction but it could be worse. And he is loved by many understood in time. But it's easier to love him than to try to read his mind. He's a mass of words expression and toil, and his temples in the trees, the water and the soil -- he's a man of evolution, always changing like the seasons. He finds the right solution but gets lost in his own reason, and he's got a ways to go. I know he's doing what he can. Sometimes this world's a lonely place for the evolution man, but she's always been there for him. She's his steady ground, and he'll never ever own her, it's the other way around. 'Cause she's the way out of here, she's the needle in his vein, and he knows she's the only thing that will ever stop the pain. He stands there naked in the light giving all he's got. Most folks don't understand that we're no different than the rocks and stones. To the evolution man she said, "I got a funny feelin' that I'm headed somewhere new and there ain't no use in stealin' your sweet sweet dream from you 'cause I know you'll find what you want if I set you free... and I'll still be here if you find that what you want is me, 'cause it's a long and lonely road. I know you're doing what you can but I never thought it would be so hard to love the evolution man. You're an evolution man |
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| 3:01 |
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My time is your time after all that
You've been through can you hear me calling You and this line that I'm walking time it's Pointing write to you I'm living my life with You so call on me I'll guard myself just wait And see I'll start a brand new now This time Is the last time for me my life is in your Hands you can take me all the way this Religion in war torn lands the world has seen Its better days ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By MULLINS, SHAWN <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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| 9. |
| 4:55 |
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She seemed almost demented as she frantically repented for the crime in which she filled her empty bowl, it was empty like her soul She kneeled inside the confession booth, and she told that holy man the truth but the booth was empty, frozen black as coal, it was damp and cold. Where are you gonna run to now? You lost what faith you had somehow Your show is over, it's time to take a bow Where are you gonna run to now? She spends her nights with lonely men and she goes too far every now and then. But it's her longest running show and the oldest job around, they say she's the best in town. Where are you gonna run to now? You lost what pride you had somehow Your show is over, it's time to take a bow Where are you gonna run to now? Now in 5 more years she'll be 23 And in a lot of ways she's just like me She gives away her body, I give away my soul. We're always searching for life's treasures to unfold. We give it all to you yet we have no pot of gold. So where are we gonna run to now? We lost what love we had somehow, we're on this one way highway until the bitter end but where are we gonna run to then |
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| 4:12 |
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She slees with the windows open
yet she's still locked safe inside and to block out the sounds of the city's commotion she turns her fan up on high yea she lives just far enough away from home to see the whole scene and down the street the kids throw sticks and stones and end up on the the TV screen yea they throw their sticks and stones and end up on the TV screen and she used to walk on these gracefully but now they crunch beneath her feet I guess she must be changin' there's just no way to keep it neat and her father still barks like a soldier returning from victory but now eh's much older and that bark isn't as scary as it used to be yea she watches his self torture no one left to abuse but himself but still her memory scorches her and she struggles to love herself her memory scorches her and she struggles to love herself and she used to walk on these gracefully but now they crunch beneath her feet and I guess she must be changin' she never was to good at stayin' in her seat and this town grows hungry and restless hungry for what I ain't sure but they're sweepin' the streets of the trash and the homeless and raisin' the rent and breakin' the poor and I used to walk on these gracefully but now they crunch beneath my feet and I guess I must be changin' there's just no way to keep it neat I used to walk on these gracefully I guess I must be changin' |
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| 4:20 | 
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| 3:33 |
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I still don't know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild A million dead-end streets Every time I thought I'd got it made It seemed the taste was not so sweet So I turned myself to face me But I've never caught a glimpse Of how the others must see the faker I'm much too fast to take that test Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Don't want to be a richer man Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Just gonna have to be a different man Time may change me But I can't trace time I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence and So the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations They're quite aware of what they're going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Don't tell t hem to grow up and out of it Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Where's your shame You've left us up to our necks in it Time may change me But you can't trace time Strange fascination, fascinating me Changes are taking the pace I'm going through Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Oh, look out you rock 'n rollers Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes (Turn and face the strain) Ch-ch-Changes Pretty soon you're gonna get a little older Time may change me But I can't trace time I said that time may change me But I can't trace time |
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