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from Blues Traveler - Live From The Fall (2000)
The sun is warm as the day is long
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong I've got a long way to walk Can't afford my next meal I tell a few lies but my hunger is real And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years Mademoiselle tell me do you play Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay I watch her walk away in haste There's just no accounting for some people's taste And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years Big angry man in the doorway there Just keep on walking like I don't care Why you giving such and evil eye Could it be you were ignored by every passerby And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years Play in the park for tobacco and food Then I excuse myself but they think I'm rude Tourist don't want me to end his show But this colorful attraction got places to go And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years Sit at the pier watch the sun go down Another lost little boy in a big old town I want to laugh I want to cry But no matter how hard I try It won't mean a thing in a hundred years No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years (2x) |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
The sun is warm as the day is long
I just got the feeling I can do no wrong I've got a long way to walk Can't afford my next meal I tell a few lies but my hunger is real And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years Mademoiselle tell me do you play Well, if she shakes her head, well then that's okay I watch her walk away in haste There's just no accounting for some people's taste And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years Big angry man in the doorway there Just keep on walking like I don't care Why you giving such and evil eye Could it be you were ignored by every passerby And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years Play in the park for tobacco and food Then I excuse myself but they think I'm rude Tourist don't want me to end his show But this colorful attraction got places to go And it won't mean a thing in a hundred years No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years Sit at the pier watch the sun go down Another lost little boy in a big old town I want to laugh I want to cry But no matter how hard I try It won't mean a thing in a hundred years No, it won't mean a thing in a hundred years (2x) |
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from Blues Traveler - !Bastardos! (2005)
And if I take a different tack
Well then forgive me if the long way round Confuses up the point until you're numb enough to hear That you're using the anointing oil like it's sacramental beer And don't blame heaven or hell You have to look to yourself And nobody else will lift a light to make you see Don't got to learn a damn thing Part of being free And I realize When I buck my place It's my feet but it's their race And I don't run unless you try to chase me And I don't leave unless you offer me a stay And I won't fight unless I'm cornered or if I'm after what I want What that is I wish that I could say So forgive me or forget you If you think you cannot bear Believe me life won't let you If you blink you shall not fare But should you get the chance Try to make for the fence It's a subtle dance we do To stay in from the cold And the cleverest ones Get to be real old I may struggle I may complain But I'm just trying to grab at the reins And I don't run unless you try to chase me And I don't leave until you offer me a stay And I don't fight unless I'm cornered or if I'm after what I want What that is I wish that I could say I don't run unless you try to chase me And I don't leave until you offer me a stay And I don't fight unless I'm cornered or if I'm after what I want What that is I wish that I could say And if I'm wondering where to go well then forgive me if I don't know |
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from Blues Traveler - Bridge (2001)
Every time the water breaks and soaks me to the bone
I remember what I left behind by sailing off alone Pitch and yaw through hurricane, my position is unknown And the bell rings seven times Salted brine, I drink it down and breathe it through my nose No sign of land but I hang on and do my best to close But the swirling tidal undertow keeps pulling me below And the bell rings seven times All hands left on deck An icy rest is waiting at the bottom of the sea She tried her best to take me as I struggle to get free But while I have a breath to breathe, she isn't taking me And the bell rings seven times All hands left on deck No hope of rescue No hope of dry ground The siren calls all souls on board To follow her down Swirling silently beneath the noise and light up there Push past the frozen arms and legs, ignore the lifeless stare I grab a line that pulls me up for a precious gasp of air And the bell rings seven times All hands left on deck |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelers & Thieves (2001)
Sometimes when you worry
The tendency to hurry Can make your vision blurry And blind you You might shake and you might stammer Or dance like MC Hammer But could that pomp and glamour Remind you Of who you are and where you're going And whose mind that you're blowing And if your car needs towing Don't move Then calmly call the AAA you've got nothing to prove As in all things, it's all in the groove All in the groove All in the groove All in the groove All in the groove Well, if it's your destiny don't fight it War between the states, unite it It might be difficult but might it Be worthwhile? I ain't no Solomon from Babel Abut my cards are on the table And I swear that if I'm able I'll run that mile So if I'm rambling ignore me If on the money then adore me You know the pearls are cast before me Oh, what to do? Wish I could put it in a picture and hang it in the Louvre But like I said before it's all in the groove All in the groove All in the groove All in the groove All in the groove For instance The jam it swings and sways As the groove funkily plays And they say crime never pays But this ain't no crime It's just a life blood flowing water That any son or daughter Would send away for order A celebration of time So jam on, jam out, jam it in Till it feels like it's a sin And that's only when you begin To improve Don't mind if it's the rhythm, that's just only when you've Got to let it all be all in the groove All in the groove All in the groove All in the groove All in the groove All in the groove All in the groove |
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from Blues Traveler - Live From The Fall (2000)
I said "I love you"
She began to cry She said she needed a friend I said "I'll try" Soon we'd say nothing Somehow I never wondered why You see, she left me She left me I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I'd loved her always She didn't know I tried patience Let a friendship grow I tried to keep her That's what made her go You see, she left me She left me I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone Beauty and the beast Was how it seemed to be A love like hers Ain't meant for guys like me Some call me crazy Some politely call me free But either way you see You see, she left me She left me I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I'm trying to forget you but it just won't work Think I'm losing my mind, think I'm going berserk I love you with a passion that you just don't know And I kinda wish right now that I was telling you so I could rant, or rave, or play some little game But when I look into your eyes, it all seems the same That you weren't meant for me and that's a sad but true fact Now I don't care how I look and don't care how I act Cuz you set me free I'm a man among men But when I think of what I missed it starts all again Now alone in the darkness of each new day My heart is on its own I wanna rip it from my chest and throw it away Watch this bassman take me home I guess some day Love will soon be here And maybe then I'll see things more clear I guess I got excited Cause it felt so near And You see, she left me She left me I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone But I know I'd give my life Just to hold her now And who knows I might see her around Hopes can always go up Tears can only come down You see, she left me She left me I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone I'm alone Hey... You see she left me |
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from Blues Traveler - !Bastardos! (2005)
Well I guess it bothers me
Because I can't convince her of a thing I can't talk my way I can't even sing And it builds into this quest Until I come to rest at last And admit I couldn't tell I could only ask And then I'm freshly daunted By the prospects of her eyes As she lets me down With a gentle lie Bad luck to force an angel's smile They say it only hurts a while But I've been falling For a thousand miles Amber danced upon a flame Nothing could be made the same Not so much broken as changed Amber far above the moon Smiling down and shining through I hope that I could get there soon I want to see If Amber waits for me Well I hope I can appreciate how lucky I could be If she only would Take a look at me Cause I think I could deserve someone Who could be so kind It's new to me But I don't mind Amber danced upon a flame Nothing could be made the same Not so much broken as changed Amber far above the moon Smiling down and shining through I hope that I could get there soon Amber danced upon a flame Nothing could be made the same Not so much broken as changed Amber far above the moon Smiling down and shining through I hope that I could get there soon Amber sails to Timbuktu There's nothing more that I could do But not so much hopeless as blue Amber makes me feel alive And something in me does revive But it only works if she believes my eyes I want to see If Amber waits for me |
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from Blues Traveler - Bridge (2001)
It's been a while since I've left home
But I'm coming on back today Kinda funny but I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day Sure enough when the train pulls in There's so little that I recognize Is it the scenery or my selective memory? Or just a simple fact that I gotta realize My friends have gone and their lives have moved on And I guess that's just the way it is If this town has grown beyond my home I guess it all comes down to this I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day But those times have long been through The dying of the light is gone, but it's back in the day Like a wish that comes half true There was a time when it was easy to find A hangout that you knew was yours by name And mine or not I could find the same spot But it's never gonna be the same I've been away and I've seen too much Looks like I've been moving on as well And when I started to not really belong I suppose I was unable to tell But I ain't sad and no, it isn't bad It's just one more thing I'm coming to know If you're alive you didn't finish the ride No telling where it's going to go I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day But those times have long been through The dying of the light is gone, but it's back in the day Like a wish that comes half true It's been a while since I've left home But I'm coming on back today Kinda funny but I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day But those times have long been through The dying of the light is gone, but it's back in the day Like a wish that comes half true I close my eyes and feel like it was back in the day But those times have long been through The dying of the light is gone, but it's back in the day Like a wish that comes half true |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelers & Thieves (2001)
Bagheera walked into the bar and poured himself a drink
His fur was stained with the blood of monkeys and he needed time to think The man at the bar said, "What are you doing here?" Bagheera let go a low soft purr that kept the man from coming near He said "I'm Bagheera, the mighty panther and the jungle is my home I'm free, free in all I see and that makes me free to roam Sometimes to feel the music of the jungle, it can cause you pain" And the man heard Bagheera as the entire jungle joined in the big black cat's refrain One dark night the man cub came to the big black cat afraid The boy was sure that he was dying due to the endless stream of water that his eyes made Yeah, the cat knew why when the boy said, "I don't want to die" for these are the ways of men The boy cried, "Teacher, teacher I don't, understand this ache within me" The great cat sighed and then softly he began He said, "Indeed thou art a man's child now and the world is yours to give and take The time has come now for your awareness to change forever, there's a choice you must make You may remain here in the jungle and hunt with the free people Or, if you feel the man's God calling you, return to your kind in the village and worship at his steeple The only thing you must do is what you feel in your heart is true I will hunt now and leave you on your own to decide what to do" The mighty panther went on his hunt The secret Lord of the jungle beneath the night sky And some say if you could have seen him then you would have noticed a single tear fall from his majestic eye |
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from Blues Traveler - Straight On Till Morning (1997)
Well I love no one and I don't care who knows
Don't care if you're far away Don't give a damn if you're close I'm the vacant distraction of a broken old man I lack shape or color Not even gray or even tan I'd hate all I see but it makes me too tired I'm much more at home when left uninspired So damn me to hell and resist if you must But lower your eyes once and I'll emerge from the dust For I am nothing Yes I am nothing Yes I am nothing And I love no one Well I love everyone I am filled with delight I understand all your feelings I don't see from wrong or right I'm the look in your eyes when you're telling the truth I'm the wisdom of age and the beauty of youth I am shape substance color darkest black palest white Speckled gond ringing mirror sharp soft and bright I'm rage passion laughter and the need to know why Come sample all my riches I'm pure stimuli For I am everything Yes I am everything Yes I am everything And I love everyone Well I can only love someone I am just a person My father loved my mother and I am her son The preceding verses are the halves of my soul I'm just the battlefield and that is my role There's a tug of war between what I can and can't feel The inevitable compromise determines the real The equation the reason for my being here The struggle resulting in my invention of the tear For I'm only something Yes I'm only something Yes I'm only something And I can only love someone And it's the best I can do It's the very best I can do You're probably someone too So perhaps I love you Perhaps you'll love me too Perhaps you'll love me too Perhaps you'll love me too (scat solo) |
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from Blues Traveler - Save His Soul (1993)
I can feel your pity
I can feel your pain And they're never going to bother you again Well I don't know how And I ain't sure why But I promise you I'm really gonna try Believe me I hate tribulation I don't want no trial I can conquer with my state of denial And I want to save you So I guess I can When I grow up I'll be a faith healing man Believe me When all is said and done Already won When all is said and done Already won You feel like you're part of the plan When you want to be a faith healing man Believe me All is said and done Already won When all is said and done Already won |
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from Blues Traveler - North Hollywood Shootout (2008)
Oh precious life
How you loved to lie to me So recklessly fragile So beyond my power to see And yet so demanding By making me believe That I am standing In the way of my own reprieve That all our days are numbered No matter the amount There's a first and then at last There is finally the fact That the numerals just don't count And all our time is borrowed No deposit, no return And no promise of tomorrow or the next day What was lent you can never earn If I took care of you And loved you all your days I'd still have to let you go Cause nothing ever stays You taught me to stand And then you left the job to me Now as a man I'm finally forced to see That all our days are numbered No matter the amount There's a first and then at last There is finally the fact That the numerals just don't count And all our time is borrowed No deposit, no return And no promise of tomorrow or the next day What was lent you can never earn What was lent you can never earn What was lent you can never earn What was lent you can never earn |
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from Blues Traveler - Four (1994)
Are you sleeping
Brother John If you feel like weeping Brother John Please won't you hear me Brother John Just wait and see Brother John Can't you see by the will of your hand You can give it a try and just name your price And everybody in this rock & roll band Don't wanna preach don't wanna give advice But the music's playing and all we're saying Is come along and jam And it's hard to be believed what can be achieved With an outstretched hand Are you sleeping Brother John If you feel like weeping Brother John Please won't you hear me Brother John Just wait and see Brother John The things that hurt just won't go away But neither will we Doesn't really matter either way cause you're all you need To set yourself free It may sound hard but it's just a start To ride that wind And you ain't Peter Pan you're just a man You'll get there again Are you sleeping Brother John If you feel like weeping Brother John Please won't you hear me Brother John Just wait and see Brother John Are you sleeping Brother John If you feel like weeping Brother John Please won't you hear me Brother John Just wait and see Brother John Just wait and see Just wait and see Just wait and see Just wait and see Won't you rise and shine Won't you rise and shine Won't you rise and shine Won't you rise and shine Won't you rise and shine Won't you rise and shine Won't you rise and shine Won't you wait and see |
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from Blues Traveler - Straight On Till Morning (1997)
Sue him now and I'll tell you how
He's gonna milk like a cow And if you want to fill a bucket Simple as pie if you care to try Just look him in the eye like you're high And you want to die to cry Fuck it He's stuck it Where it's ripe and I can pluck it And it's a jewel And it's cool And hell I ain't no fool to school the rule Business as usual System never fails Everybody's constitutional Bargain back room sale Bought and sold don't you catch a cold It's going around I'm told And it's survival of the healthy Early to rise gonna win a prize It's the other guys who realize Their demises' size will fantasize I'm stealthy I'll be wealthy But they deny with a lie As they try to sigh their sly good-bye To like it or lump it And if it's back is turned The jump it so pump it out Business as usual System never fails Everybody's constitutional Bargain back room sale Like it or lump it And if it's back is turne Then jump it or bump it or pump it Have your tea and crumpet On a stump it Doesn't matter to me you see If I can let it be then I'm free In the sea of my destiny And that's key for me You know chi for me And if rivalry is chivalry then c'est la vie Or c'est la guerre Let the buyer beware of the fare And if you dare to bare the air to care Then something is there But if it's bought or leased Let it be deceased With the beast released Then the palm is greased And we can gather for the feast Business as usual System never fails Everybody's constitutional Bargain back room sale Business as usual System never fails Everybody's constitutional Bargain back room sale |
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from Blues Traveler - Live From The Fall (2000)
I lied and told her I loved her,
She didn't care, but anyway I told her we'd still be friends, And she didn't care, but anyway I tried last week for to call her, She wasn't home, but anyway I think I'll spend my life alone, I really don't care right now, but anyway It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions The kind of thing that you must understand I tell you one thing; you tell me another We walk away, maybe then shake hands I'm quitting cigarette smoking It's bad for me, but anyway I don't think the TV was joking When it told me this, but anyway The newsman said not to sit on strange toilet seats It's my life he's trying to save, but anyway I found out that I've got eye cancer Too many television waves, but anyway It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions The kind of thing that you must understand I tell you one thing; you tell me another We walk away, maybe then shake hands Some day an answer will find us Quite a long shot, but anyway I think the past, the past is behind us Be real confusing if not, but anyway I put all my hope in tomorrow It's gonna be great, I can tell but anyway I see a new, a new day a dawning I like to sleep late, oh well, but anyway It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions The kind of thing that you must understand I tell you one thing; you tell me another We walk away, maybe then shake hands |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
I lied and told her I loved her,
She didn't care, but anyway I told her we'd still be friends, And she didn't care, but anyway I tried last week for to call her, She wasn't home, but anyway I think I'll spend my life alone, I really don't care right now, but anyway It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions The kind of thing that you must understand I tell you one thing; you tell me another We walk away, maybe then shake hands I'm quitting cigarette smoking It's bad for me, but anyway I don't think the TV was joking When it told me this, but anyway The newsman said not to sit on strange toilet seats It's my life he's trying to save, but anyway I found out that I've got eye cancer Too many television waves, but anyway It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions The kind of thing that you must understand I tell you one thing; you tell me another We walk away, maybe then shake hands Some day an answer will find us Quite a long shot, but anyway I think the past, the past is behind us Be real confusing if not, but anyway I put all my hope in tomorrow It's gonna be great, I can tell but anyway I see a new, a new day a dawning I like to sleep late, oh well, but anyway It's a state of affairs and a state of emotions The kind of thing that you must understand I tell you one thing; you tell me another We walk away, maybe then shake hands |
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from Blues Traveler - !Bastardos! (2005)
You can't tell me I'm crazy
And have me care If I'm not I won't believe you If I am then I'm not there You can't win true love No you can't win true love You can't change what has happened No matter how much better you could do And while we're on it you know you can't change me And you can't change you (you shouldn't have to) No you can't win true love No you can't win true love There is no race to run No evil curse needs to be undone No hope of changing what cannot be changed Some things are true and they will never fade away Or up or down or out or in No you just can't win You can't forget about me No matter what the sign says False advertising everywhere Trial and error more or less And you can't win true love No you can't win true love There is no race to run No evil curse needs to be undone No hope of making what cannot be made Some things are true and they will never fade away Or out or down or up or in No you can't win I can't tell if you are listening And I can't get to have a say And I can't see you when you're sleeping And I can't change it all the way That I can't make someone feel something That I can't tell when it's enough That I can't lose as much to seem to learn And I cannot win true love Oh you can't win true love There is no race to run No evil curse needs to be undone No hope of making what cannot be made Some things are true and they will never fade away Or up or down or out or through or below or above No you just can't win true love No you can't |
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from Blues Traveler - Straight On Till Morning (1997)
Autumn air it carries me there
Less than an hour to go Six hundred miles an hour And still it feels so slow I'm trying to get back to Burlington To a square in the center of town To a spot on a wooden table Where her feet didn't reach the ground And shen she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon And her skin smells of cider and rose And when she looked at me we both got quiet And my heart beats so hard we were in so close Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile And she called me her ugly American And I would call her my Canadian flower And I don't think that we'll ever get there again We had such power And she would call me her ugly American And I'll remember my Canadian rose Especially when the fall comes to Burlington We were in so close I finally made it this town looks rearranged I don't know these people anymore But in the best ways not much else has changed From the way it was before And at least they still have this certain table Where I once carved a particular name I run my finger through the weathered carving And I almost can feel the same And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon As I ponder what my pilgrimage means And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here And I listen to the leaves If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile And she called me her ugly American And I would call her my Canadian flower And I don't think that we'll ever get there again We had such power And she would call me her ugly American And I'll remember my Canadian rose Especially when the fall comes to Burlington We were in so close And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up Passionately springs in me and all things are possible Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day At least it seemed that way Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile And she called me her ugly American And I would call her my Canadian flower And I don't think that we'll ever get there again We had such power And she would call me her ugly American And I'll remember my Canadian rose Especially when the fall comes to Burlington We were in so close |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
Canadian Rose
Autumn air it carries me there Less than an hour to go Six hundred miles an hour And still it feels so slow I'm trying to get back to Burlington To a square in the center of town To a spot on a wooden table Where her feet didn't reach the ground And when she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon And her skin smells of cider and rose And when she looked at me we both got quiet And my heart beats so hard we were in so close Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile And she called me her ugly American And I would call her my Canadian flower And I don't think that we'll ever get there again We had such power And she would call me her ugly American And I'll remember my Canadian rose Especially when the fall comes to Burlington We were in so close I finally made it this town looks rearranged I don't know these people anymore But in the best ways not much else has changed From the way that it was before And at least they still have this certain table Where I once carved a particular name I run my finger through the weathered carving And I almost can feel the same And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon As I ponder what my pilgrimage means And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here And I listen to the leaves If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile And she called me her ugly American And I would call her my Canadian flower And I don't think that we'll ever get there again We had such power And she would call me her ugly American And I'll remember my Canadian rose Especially when the fall comes to Burlington We were in so close And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up Passionately springs in me and all things are possible Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day At least it seemed that way Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile And she called me her ugly American And I would call her my Canadian flower And I don't think that we'll ever get there again We had such power And she would call me her ugly American And I'll remember my Canadian rose Especially when the fall comes to Burlington We were in so close...... |
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from Blues Traveler - Straight On Till Morning (1997)
Trying to make a train by sunrise gonna have to run a red light
Trying to make a train by sunrise gonna have to run a red light Tangling with my Carolina you know the girl kept me up all night And when my Carolina throw down you know the girl knows how to fight Don't think we're gonna make it there's nothing else that anyone can do Don't think we're gonna make it there's nothing else that anyone can say Almost got the feeling that Carolina's liking it that way I'm waiting on the train man, to wait and take the pain away All aboard All aboard Wait for me Wait for me Train man kept his promise gonna try and go on back to bed Train man kept his promise gonna try and go on back to bed Can't sleep anyway thinking 'bout what my Carolina said And oh my Carolina running like a freight train through my head |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
Carolina Blues
Trying to make a train at sunrise gonna have to run a red light Trying to make a train at sunrise gonna have to run a red light Tangling with my Carolina you know the girl kept me up all night And when my Carolina throw down you know the girl knows how to fight Don't think we're gonna make it there's nothing else that anyone can do Don't think we're gonna make it nothing else that anyone can say Almost got the feeling that Carolina's liking it that way I'm waiting on the train man, to wait and take the pain away All aboard All aboard Wait for me Wait for me Train man kept his promise gonna try and go on back to bed Train man kept his promise gonna try and go on back to bed Can't sleep anyway thinking 'bout what my Carolina said And oh my Carolina running like a freight train through my head |
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from Blues Traveler - Live From The Fall (2000)
Ya know,
There's this park, you see, in New York That's what this song is about Where we used to grow up And, um, hang around And then we started moving on And started going on the road We weren't home that much But, back then they had this really great idea When we hit town These parks were prime real estate, you see And if we could keep them nice-looking We could charge more rent for the places around town Now, I know you guys have that here around Boston But, you know, in New York They had this great idea that there had to be a crack-down So we could sweep the park clean of the undesirable elements And we figured, what could we do? Besides vote Perhaps we could tell a song To you Through the musical medium And then you'll know So here we go I really hope so Well, here it is... Rich man smells smoke, he smells something burning green Doesn't like the odor, better put some badges on the scene Put a blue suit on everybody you see hangin' round And if that don't work, we're gonna close that park down... But anyway Yesterday a man was busted trying to walk his dog Cop didn't like his attitude, say that he was against the law Shoot everybody with a mutt this side of the town And if that don't work, we're gonna close that park down... Preach on, my wounded Chandler You know when you're walkin through that park one night Whether your skin is black or white And you feel that particular pressure on the back of your head And the hairs on the back of your neck start to stand up And you hear a (police call) Trust those hairs Because if you're big or burly Or even short and surly Or if your cat's named Shirley You could be walkin through that park And meet with the most undesirable disaster Compliments of your taxes I'm not saying its gonna happen I'm not saying that it will definitely happen But it could happen Because it has happened I mean, it could be you Or you, or you, or you, or you Those guys back there Yeah, that guy, yeah definitely Those three, easily Yup, you Yup, that guy That guy Him Those guys up there Stinky or Scarface Anybody Well, enough of my yacking What about your truth and your mother's apple pie I guess it's all another part of your grand designing lie Should I tell you something pretty so you don't end my way of life Or should I come up from behind with some stolen, bloody, rusty knife Well maybe I should sit by and watch you kill my friends And maybe I can learn to love you and hope you never end Perhaps I can learn to hate you but I think I already do All I know for sure right now, it's gotta be me or you While your uncle rolls his joints with his fifty dollar bill I'm off in some other park, and I'm laughing at you still Laughing my saggy ass of at you baby C'mon tell me all of your stories Tell me about your politics Tell me anything Tell me how you blame your kids Tell me |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
Hail to you my mountain climber, busy at your task
I know you're in a hurry but there's something I must ask Do you ever get lonely, climbing up so high? If you don't want to answer me I can understand why If I told you a secret, would you want to know more? I've got a challenge I hope you won't ignore Conquer me Figure me out and set me free I got a hundred million things to show you As many more to see But only if you conquer me Sometimes I get this precious view and the grand scheme shows its face When all is in harmony it can be such a lonely place The melody is sad and sweet and the dance I do is fun Yes I love this precious view but I'm staring at the sun For as pretty the picture, I share this view alone Will anyone stoop to grasp this gauntlet I have thrown? Conquer me Figure me out and set me free I got a hundred million things to show you As many more to see But only if you conquer me Hail to all you mountain climbers, all you dreamers on the run I'm your self appointed solicitor but now I speak to only one Whoever she is now and whoever she'll become I'd like to ask her to hurry please and if she's walking, could she run? It's not my impatience though perhaps just there I lied It's just I'm feeling invincible and it has me terrified Conquer me, figure me out and set me free Conquer me, figure me out and set me free Set me free |
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from Blues Traveler - Four (1994)
I'm gonna ride you
Gonna ride you out like a witch on a broom I'm gonna ride you Gonna ride you out like a witch on a broom It's the old give and take And I've been took again So give me room I'm gonna watch you Gonna watch you fall like a tower of cards I'm gonna watch you Gonna watch you fall like a tower of cards Gonna land gonna land gonna land gonna land No matter how hard Crash Burn When will I learn Crash Burn When will I learn Crash Burn When will I learn Crash Burn When will I learn |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
I'm gonna ride you
Gonna ride you out like a witch on a broom I'm gonna ride you Gonna ride you out like a witch on a broom It's the old give and take And I've been took again So give me room I'm gonna watch you Gonna watch you fall like a tower of cards Gonna watch you Gonna watch you fall like a tower of cards Gonna land, gonna land, gonna land, gonna land No matter how hard Crash burn When will I learn? Crash burn When will I learn? Crash burn When will I learn? Crash burn When will I learn? |
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from Blues Traveler - Bridge (2001)
When you're living in a series of atmospheres
You don't stand upon the world, but within it And the faster that you move, the lighter you become The farther out you go, the better the view And you wanna rise So that you can last Take it all in slowly Real fast The capsule goes at 17,000 miles an hour To make the sky act like a pond And if it should slow down Then the mighty ship will sink As if falling through the sea And you wanna last So your destination for the outskirts Thinks the answer lies beyond But the slower that you go The more substantial you become Come to rest against the pure and solid centre And you wanna last So that you might rise Floating endlessly From the decision of the skies The decision of the skies The farthest you can go is right behind you And the closest you can come is nowhere near And it could make you wonder where When you're discussing here or there And do you really have to get going? When you're living, you're just a series of atmospheres Whatever velocity appeals And no matter how you move You're going to become You cannot end and there's no beginning And nothing lasts And only time really flies And you're always free From the decision of the skies The decision of the skies |
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from Blues Traveler - Four (1994)
With an air of indignation
Smiles a painted porcelain face And we're supposed to trust this Decorum has its place But you and I beyond that With a question I might ask How suddenly the smile doth crack When we slip beneath the mask And they're fallible Yeah they're fallible And we hold up a mirror And we hate what we see And we keep on trekking westward Infallibly God I wanna touch you In the place you wanna hide Dare you to come after me Commit my "narcisside" Punishing the guilty Was never the intent I just busted out of prison baby That's really where I went And I'm fallible Yeah I'm fallible And we hold up a mirror And we hate what we see And we keep on trekking westward Infallibly In the name of all the power That's centered in your hand If you crave some revolution Take possession of your stand It's the only one you'll get to make In a moment come and gone So do your best to stay awake And own the path you're on Cause you're fallible Yeah you're fallible And we hold up a mirror And we hate what we see And we keep on trekking westward Infallibly Infallibly ... Forgiving nothing |
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from Blues Traveler - Straight On Till Morning (1997)
And if my two left feet could settle down and split the difference
Tripping over myself in every way that I know how Perhaps in time I could surpass my coy facade of vast indifference But I've already reached the maximum of what my law allows You tell me to relax you tell me Not to try so hard But in the end it only makes me want to more To figure out some way to play some major part So I watch her move and I watch her work Satisfy my voyeuristic quirk Old habits they are hard to break Just harder than it is to take And when she looks away I tap my feet I try my best to be discreet Careful so she won't find out How much I want to shout Come on and dance with me Felicia And show me how to do that step I never thought I could You always move so gracefully And I was never any good But maybe if you'll dance with me I'd feel as nimble as a cheetah Felicia The momentary soaring of an eagle would be me Come on Felicia set me free And when you start to close your eyes You know you move so beautifully I want to dance with you come on and dance with me Felicia I suppose the thing that gets me most is that if I'd bothered ever I wouldn't feel so much like Casey who never got to bat You cannot help but laugh at me singing better late than never And more and more I realize I have no argument for that I can almost work up the nerve for a declaration I can almost hear me speak the words as I gain resolve But then you move and you twirl and you smile at me And my inhibition and my courage both dissolve And so I'm standing there and I do not move In spite of her momentous groove And for a moment I can barely see A glimpse of how good it could be And then I must admit that I want to try To look Felicia in the eye And when the music starts to play To smile at her and say Come on and dance with me Felicia And show me how to do that step I never thought I could You always move so gracefully And I was never any good But maybe if you'll dance with me I'd feel as nimble as a cheetah Felicia The momentary soaring of an eagle would be me Come on Felicia set me free And when you start to close your eyes You know you move so beautifully I want to dance with you come on and dance with me Felicia And so I'm standing there and I do not move In spite of her momentous groove And for a moment I can barely see A glimpse of how good it could be And then I must admit that I want to try To look Felicia in the eye And when the music starts to play To smile at her and say Come on and dance with me Felicia And show me how to do that step I never thought I could You always move so gracefully And I was never any good But maybe if you'll dance with me I'd feel as nimble as a cheetah Felicia The momentary soaring of an eagle would be me Come on Felicia set me free And when you start to close your eyes You know you move so beautifully I want to dance with you come on and dance with me Felicia I want to dance with you come on and dance with me Felicia Dance with me I want to dance with you Felicia |
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from Blues Traveler - Save His Soul (1993)
Raise your head
Meagerest of fledglings And breathe in deep And cease to cry For life, it beats within you To fix upon the sky And fix upon the sky And fix, fix upon the sky Is beckoning your coming Your feathered nest Has grown too small The wind Is here to greet you Spread your wings and simply fall Spread your wings and simply fall Spread your wings Spread your wings and simply fall Into the rushing air In the struggle Struggle and fight to rise above And then surrender To your freedom For these are the many pains of love And these are the many pains of love And many, many are the pains The pains of love Oh, yeah Oh, yeah That frightening fall has become a friend With gravity now do you play Inches from death and the frozen ground And then away The clouds separate to reveal the warmth Of the goldenest bright shining sea Night falls and it's gone again But now you're free To give it chase And to Soar through heaven Mightiest of eagles And rule your minions Of the sky The earth Is far below you Once its prisoner, now do you fly Once just a fledgling, now do you fly Now my fledgling Now my fledgling Now you fly free |
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from Blues Traveler - North Hollywood Shootout (2008)
And when the mighty sea is heaving
And the mountain's gotten big What anyone believes in I never gave a fig But I could never fully handle The heart that bore the load Something never spoken Something forever owed Till I can bring you home Till I can bring you home No I will never really be free While you live in my memory In awe and almost fearful But I'll bet that you don't care You're most likely thinking About your brother still back there Till I can bring him home Till I can bring you home I will never really be free While you live in my memory I can never have it taken But I wanted you to know That forever we're connected you and me It doesn't matter where it goes There are things we simply owe Till I can bring you home Till I can bring you home Till I can bring you home Till I can bring you home Till I can bring you home Till I can bring you home Till I can bring you home Till I can bring you home No I will never really be free While you live in my memory No I will never really be free While you... |
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from Blues Traveler - Four (1994)
I walk right by him and he's freezing his ass off
He could be dead I'm supposed to walk away I won't remember a thing come the summertime Handful of quarters make me feel okay Ah ah who's gonna have to pay Ah ah who do I love today I love what's mine cause what's mine is all mine Gives me a reason to go get more Don't really care where I go to get it I ain't too clear about "What's yours is yours" You take it for granted I guess that's what it's for But before you demand it Take a look out your back door If you don't like a single thing that I'm saying If you're offended when I demonstrate Don't mean a damn to me and I shall continue Hope you won't mind if I control my fate Ah ah who will I have to fight Ah ah to defend my created right I'll defend what's mine cause what's mine will be all mine It's what I'd fight for it's for what I'd bleed I roll the dice on the grand experiment While I am strong I will get what I need You take it for granted I guess that's what it's for But before you demand it Take a look out your back door If you're concerned with the moral imperative If you are tripping on the right thing to do Come to my office with the exclusive screenplay I think there's money in a book about you Ah ah what have you got to lose Ah ah which are you gonna choose I choose what's mine so what's mine will be all mine Gonna make a million on the folly of men Don't even care about no consequences Turn my damnation into chapter ten You take it for granted I guess that's what it's for But before you demand it Take a look out your back door |
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from Blues Traveler - Live From The Fall (2000)
I walk right by him and he's freezing his ass off
He could be dead, I'm supposed to walk away I won't remember a thing come the summertime Handful of quarters make me feel okay Ah, ah, who's gonna have to pay? Ah, ah, who do I love today? I love what's mine ‘cause what's mine is all mine Gives me a reason to go get more Don't really care where I go to get it I ain't too clear about "What's yours is yours" You take it for granted I guess that's what it's for But before you demand it Take a look out your back door If you don't like a single thing that I'm saying If you're offended when I demonstrate Don't mean a damn to me and I shall continue Hope you won't mind if I control my fate Ah, ah, who do I have to fight? Ah, ah, to defend my created right I'll defend what's mine ‘cause what's mine is all mine It's what I'd fight for, it's for what I'd bleed I roll the dice on the grand experiment While I am strong I will get what I need You take it for granted I guess that's what it's for But before you demand it Take a look out your back door If you're concerned with the moral imperative If you are tripping on the right thing to do Come to my office with the exclusive screenplay I think there's money in a book about you Ah, ah, what have you got to lose? Ah, ah, which are you gonna choose? I choose what's mine so what's mine will be all mine Gonna make a million on the folly of men Don't even care about no consequences Turn my damnation into chapter ten You take it for granted I guess that's what it's for But before you demand it Take a look out your back door Oh Oh yeah |
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from Blues Traveler - Live From The Fall (2000)
Gina, Gina
Don't you cry Gina, Gina Wonder why, I said wonder why Gina, Gina Dance all night Gina, Gina Feel all right Gina, Gina Can't you see Gina, Gina You're just free, I said you're just free Well once upon a time A long time ago There was a rock'n'roll queen We came to know She kept on dancing She'd dance till dawn She'd dance till the people and the liquor were gone She kept on dancing as the crowd grew large When it came to grooving, you know, she was in charge She still finds ways today to groove somehow In fact she could be listening to this music right now Gina, Gina Don't you cry Gina, Gina Wonder why, I said wonder why |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
Gina, Gina
Don't you cry Gina, Gina Wonder why, I said wonder why Gina, Gina Dance all night Gina, Gina Feel all right Gina, Gina Can't you see Gina, Gina You're just free, I said you're just free Well once upon a time A long time ago There was a rock'n'roll queen We came to know She kept on dancing She'd dance till dawn She'd dance till the people and the liquor were gone She kept on dancing as the crowd grew large When it came to grooving, you know, she was in charge She still finds ways today to groove somehow In fact she could be listening to this music right now Gina, Gina Don't you cry Gina, Gina Wonder why, I said wonder why |
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from Blues Traveler - Bridge (2001)
When all is said and done
I wish I needed no one Never was up to me Just something in her way that sets me free It seems so easy And, yeah, I try to pay attention But there's only four things running through my mind How hard will it be if she is nice to me? How bad will it get if I let her get to know me? Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat? And most of all, my God, how does she make her eyes do that? And I don’t need another girl inside my head Girl inside my head "Johnny be brave" I say inside As I won't take a bite from an apple that she gave me But that's not what I'm after Still all along my mother's voice singing "treat her like a lady" And, yeah, I try to pay attention But there's only four things running through my mind How hard will it be if she is nice to me? How bad will it get if I let her get to know me? Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat? And most of all, my God, how does she make her eyes do that? And I don’t need another girl inside my head Girl inside my head I'm not the only one to write her letters It doesn't matter anyhow The question isn't if, but How hard will it be if she is nice to me? How bad will it get if I let her get to know me? Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat? And most of all, my God, how does she make her eyes do that? How hard will it be if she is nice to me? How bad will it get if I let her get to know me? Should she see the willing dog or should I be a jungle cat? And most of all, my God, how does she make her eyes do that? And I don’t need another girl inside my head Girl inside my head |
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from Blues Traveler - Straight On Till Morning (1997)
Gauntlets
Town one by one See how They run And when the check doesn't clear And it's time to pay the bill Some are gonna ride it out Some can't and they never will 'Cause it's a great big world calling you to take a ride And it's a great big world singing come and see and come inside Oh yeah a great big world reminding you you're not alone So hold on this great big world we only get to rent we never get to own Inches fill a yard stick Feet slowly walk a mile Make one move then another And then you try to live a while Keep your head and you might make it But that ain't no guarantee 'Cause it take debt and obligation To fly around so free And it's a great big world calling you to take a ride And it's a great big world singing come and see and come inside Oh yeah a great big world reminding you you're not alone So hold on this great big world we only get to rent we never get to own Whatcha gonna do first And where will you make your mark How are you going to get there And can you find a place to park Seasons coming slowly But still they always come And then it feels like just a second And then suddenly you're done And it's a great big world reminding you you're not alone And it's a great big world we only get to rent we never get to own 'Cause it's a great big world calling you to take a ride And it's a great big world singing come and see and come inside Oh yeah a great big world reminding you you're not alone So hold on this great big world we only get to rent we never get to own |
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from John Lennon - Working Class Hero [tribute] (1995)
Grow old along with me
The best is yet to be When our time has come We will be as one God bless our love God bless our love Grow old along with me Two branches of one tree Face the setting sun When the day is done God bless our love God bless our love Spending our lives together Man and wife together World without end World without end Grow old along with me Whatever fate decrees We will see it through For our love is true God bless our love God bless our love |
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from Blues Traveler - Four (1994)
It doesn't matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection That makes you feel that I'll convey Some inner truth of vast reflection But I've said nothing so far And I can keep it up for as long as it takes And it don't matter who you are If I'm doing my job it's your resolve that breaks Because the hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The hook brings you back On that you can rely There is something a miss I am being insincere In fact I don't mean any of this Still my confession draws you near To confuse the issue I refer To familiar heroes from long ago No matter how much Peter loved her What made the Pan refuse to grow Was that the hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The hook brings you back On that you can rely Suck it in suck it in suck it in If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn Make a desperate move or else you'll win And then begin To see What you're doing to me this MTV is not for free It's so PC it's killing me So desperately I sing to thee Of love Sure but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf I've tried well no in fact I lied Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside To hide or slide I'll do as I'll decide and let it ride until I've died And only then shall I abide this tide Of catchy little tunes Of hip three minute ditties I wanna bust all your balloons I wanna burn all of your cities To the ground I've found I will not mess around Unless I play then hey I will go on all day hear what I say I have a prayer to pray That's really all this was And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck I don't rely on luck because The hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The hook On that you can rely |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
It doesn't matter what I say
So long as I sing with inflection That makes you feel that I'll convey Some inner truth of vast reflection But I've said nothing so far And I can keep it up for as long as it takes And it don't matter who you are If I'm doing my job then it's your resolve that breaks Because the hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The hook brings you back On that you can rely There is something amiss I am being insincere In fact I don't mean any of this Still my confession draws you near To confuse the issue I refer To familiar heroes from long ago No matter how much Peter loved her What made the Pan refuse to grow Was that the hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The hook brings you back On that you can rely Suck it in suck it in suck it in If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn Make a desperate move or else you'll win And then begin To see What you're doing to me this MTV is not for free It's so PC it's killing me So desperately I sing to thee Of love Sure but also rage and hate and pain and fear of self And I can't keep these feelings on the shelf I've tried well no in fact I lied Could be financial suicide but I've got too much pride inside To hide or slide I'll do as I'll decide and let it ride until I've died And only then shall I abide this tide Of catchy little tunes Of hip three minute ditties I wanna bust all your balloons I wanna burn all of your cities To the ground I've found I will not mess around Unless I play then hey I will go on all day hear what I say I have a prayer to pray That's really all this was And when I'm feeling stuck and need a buck I don't rely on luck because... The hook brings you back I ain't tellin' you no lie The hook... On that you can rely |
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from Blues Traveler - North Hollywood Shootout (2008)
So I thought about my lifetime
How the days they are confused As the moments they do roll by Only some will follow you They're the same every day Think about what we do If you take the time to look well Any one of them could chase you That's how you remember it It'll find you soon That's how you remember it What will be the truth From out behind the shadows Every moment I have known Like catching that first firefly In a jar when I was back home Summer rain on windowpane The way she looked that night And every second after Going to radiate the light That's how you remember it It'll find you soon That's how you remember it What will be the truth Looking at my photograph Staring back 20 years ago The man I am, the boy I was The things I still don't know That's how you remember it It'll find you soon That's how you remember it What will be the truth No matter how you remember it It'll find you soon No matter how you remember it That will be the truth |
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from John Lennon - Working Class Hero [tribute] (1995)
Well
I don't wanna be a soldier mama I don't wanna die Well I don't wanna be a sailor mama I don't wanna fly Well I don't wanna be a faliure mama I don't wanna cry Well I don't wanna be a soldier mama I don't wanna die Oh no Oh no Oh no Oh no Oh no Well I don't wanna be a rich man mama I don't wanna cry Well I don't wanna be a poor man mama I don't wanna fly Well I don't wanna be a lawyer mama I don't wanna lie Well I don't wanna be a soldier mama I don' wanna die Oh no (12x) Well I don't wanna be a beggar mama I don't wanna die Well I don't wanna be a theif now mama I don't wanna fly Well I don't wanna be a church man mama I don't wanna cry Well I don't wanna be a soldier mama I don't wanna die Oh no (11x) |
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from John Lennon - Working Class Hero [tribute] (1995)
I told you before, stay away from my door
Don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother The freaks on the phone, won't leave me alone So don't give me that brother, brother, brother, brother No! I, I found out! I, I found out! Now that I showed you what I been through Don't take nobody's word what you can do There ain't no Jesus gonna come from the sky Now that I found out I know I can cry I, I found out! I, I found out! Some of you sitting there with your cock in your hand Don't get you nowhere don't make you a man I heard something 'bout my Ma and my Pa They didn't want me so they made me a star I, I found out! I, I found out! Old Hare Krishna got nothing on you Just keep you crazy with nothing to do Keep you occupied with pie in the sky There ain't no guru who can see through your eyes I, I found out! I, I found out! I've seen through junkies, I've been through it all I seen religion from Jesus to Paul Don't let them fool you with dope and cocaine No one can harm you, feel your own pain I, I found out! I, I found this out! I, I found out! |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelers & Thieves (2001)
Picture a spinning toy laden with adventure
Coupled with the things I've told And a dream can be as one I have my moments now and again I said, I have my moments now and again Started in a dream Wound him up on a baseball team Took it on the road A B-17 with a hefty load Full of cargo and of spice Yeah, a pirate ship who craves advice From the likes of Peter Pan You know, I hear he's wanted by the law again Picture a spinning toy laden with adventure Coupled with the things I've told And a dream can be as one I have my moments now and again I said, I have my moments now and again Now the tiger's got his eye What shall we do? Oh me, oh my Better hide your daughters Yeah, we're in shark infested waters But the children can't be harmed Yeah, they are on to you and heavily armed With a leaf and a kazoo How can they be of use to you? Take me, take me for a ride On the biggest, largest vehicle you can ever Possibly imagine Get the keys, let's go Drive Gonna ride off in the sunrise Gotta win a Nobel Prize Gee, I wonder what we'll say Do our homework on the way Gonna meet the King of France Tell him, “Je n'ai pas de pantelons” Give his cigar a light Then slip away unnoticed into the night Picture a spinning toy laden with adventure Coupled with the things I've told And a dream can be as one And I have my moments now and again I said, I have my moments now and again I said, I have my moments now and again |
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from John Lennon - Working Class Hero [tribute] (1995)
Imagine there's no heaven - it's easy if you try
No hell below us, above us, only sky Imagine all the people, living for today Imagine there's no country - I wonder if you do? Nothing to kill or die for; no religion, too Imagine all the people, living life in peace, you-hoo You may say I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope that you will join us And the world would live as one Imagine no possessions - I wonder if you can? Nothing to keep only from greed or hunger - a brotherhood of man Imagine all the people, sharing all the world, you-hoo You may say that I'm a dreamer But I'm not the only one I hope that you will join us And the world would live as one |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelers & Thieves (2001)
Ivory Tusk, smash into thine own
To show thee fit to continue I weep for them and I weep for me We rally to charge to die And laugh when it's through Well rise and walk now you're a man Don't try to play catch me if you can Just do as you're told son you must abide Have you gone crazy it never was a free ride Just take yo medicine and help it go down Do as you're told boy no need to frown You know it happened to me and your granddad too Not a goddamn any one can do Well sir I don't know but I hear them say If there's no free ride then ride away And it could be me, and it could be strange But keep hearing voices singing "comes a change" Blood drop spill unto the parched earth And nourish that which is hungry Feast well avenging madness Then call your buzzards down to clean the carcass Well your life's not yours it's everyone's So do the right thing and go for your guns It's how the world was saved and how the west was won So here he comes now you gotta stand or run Just level your iron boy and sight him in You ain't out to die boy You're out to win You know you hate him, you must know he hates you Not a goddamn anyone can do Well if my life is everyone's well good that's fine But you've yet to prove that that makes his life mine And it could be me and I could be strange But I keep hearing voices singing "comes a change" Like rain and thunder washing everything away That's what I hear them say You might just prefer to pray It's the same thing anyway Ivory Tusk, smash into thine own To show thee fit to continue I weep for them and I weep for me We rally to charge to die And laugh when it's through Well sir I don't know but I hear them say If there is no free ride then ride away And it could be me, and it could be strange But keep hearing voices singing "comes a change" Like rain and thunder washing everything away That's what I hear them say You might just prefer to pray Like rain and thunder washing everything away That's what I hear them say You might just prefer to pray |
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from Blues Traveler - Bridge (2001)
Just another one, four, five about as cute as can be
And danceable but I don't really care I was just glad I'm alive and I had nothing else to do And besides, the beat was already there Oh, that's right, no it wasn't me, I didn't do it Say what you will but you can't blame a thing on me And really even if you could I said “I couldn't care less” Not now, not today, this morning you got me feeling free Yeah, just me This one's, this one's just for me Yeah, yeah, just me Oh, some things, some things are just for me I swear to God I took a walk and it occurred to me while I was outside That if I was looking for a miracle I might do well to look up to the sky The dawn bringing open the day you'd say that it was blinding me But still I had to stop right there and wonder why Now, I know for certain, ‘cause I've been around That the sun shines every day, even though you might not get to see No matter who, no matter where, no matter weather permitting The miracle is that sometimes it can burn just for you Or just me Oh, this one's burning just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah me Oh, some things, some things are just for me I wrote the editor for some news print shots But he just sent me some old forget-me-nots And this ain't Vegas but I've played the slots So I figure on dropping one coin in And some old Seminole yelled “look out below” You know long ago they wouldn't let him go But now they're laying low in Idaho And so Geronimo, he finally gets to win Or lose, who cares about the news We all live and schmooze, as we choose The effort's always in the details I've put in my time I bump and grind and rise and shine I whine and whine and pine and ache like everybody else Yeah, me Oh, this one's, this one's just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah me Oh, some things, some things are just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah me Oh, this one's, this one's just for me Yeah, me Oh, some things, some things are just for me Just another one, four, five about as cute as can be And danceable but I don't really care |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
Just another one, four, five about as cute as can be
And danceable but I don't really care I was just glad I'm alive and I had nothing else to do And besides, the beat was already there Oh, that's right, no it wasn't me, I didn't do it Say what you will but you can't blame a thing on me And really even if you could I said “I couldn't care less” Not now, not today, this morning you got me feeling free Yeah, just me This one's, this one's just for me Yeah, yeah, just me Oh, some things, some things are just for me I swear to God I took a walk and it occurred to me while I was outside That if I was looking for a miracle I might do well to look up to the sky The dawn bringing open the day you'd say that it was blinding me But still I had to stop right there and wonder why Now, I know for certain, ‘cause I've been around That the sun shines every day, even though you might not get to see No matter who, no matter where, no matter weather permitting The miracle is that sometimes it can burn just for you Or just me Oh, this one's burning just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah me Oh, some things, some things are just for me I wrote the editor for some news print shots But he just sent me some old forget-me-nots And this ain't Vegas but I've played the slots So I figure on dropping one coin in And some old Seminole yelled “look out below” You know long ago they wouldn't let him go But now they're laying low in Idaho And so Geronimo, he finally gets to win Or lose, who cares about the news We all live and schmooze, as we choose The effort's always in the details I've put in my time I bump and grind and rise and shine I whine and whine and pine and ache like everybody else Yeah, me Oh, this one's, this one's just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah me Oh, some things, some things are just for me Yeah, yeah, yeah me Oh, this one's, this one's just for me Yeah, me Oh, some things, some things are just for me Just another one, four, five about as cute as can be And danceable but I don't really care |
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from Blues Traveler - Four (1994)
If ever you are feeling like you're tired
And all your uphill struggles leave you headed downhill If you realize your wildest dreams can hurt you And your appetite for pain has drinken its fill I ask of you a very simple question Did you think for one minute that you are alone And is your suffering a privilege you share only Or did you think that everybody else feels completely at home Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come If you think I've given up on you you're crazy And if you think I don't love you well then you're just wrong In time you just might take to feeling better Time is the beauty of the road being long I know that now you feel no consolation But maybe if I told you and informed you out loud I say this without fear of hesitation I can honestly tell you that you make me proud Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come If anything I might have just said has helped you If anything I might have just said helped you just carry on Your rise uphill may no longer seem a struggle And your appetite for pain may all but be gone I hope for you and cannot stop at hoping Until that smile has once again returned to your face There's no such thing as a failure who keeps trying Coasting to the bottom is the only disgrace Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come Just wait Just wait Just wait And it will come |
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from Blues Traveler - Straight On Till Morning (1997)
Break away Break away
Blinkon and Nod Carelessly with matches play Telling you you're odd Foolishly he lets it burn Aware of different shapes And so he makes his hand a fist And never looks at what he rapes And who am I to say I don't understand it And if feeling better justifies the thrill Who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way I will Sing a song of sixty pence For a pocket full of rye And kill all that he represents To ensure that he will die Chase him from the public square Or hang him from a tree And tell his kind they best beware Because he's different from me And who am I to say I don't understand it And if feeling better justifies the thrill Who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way I will Twinkle Twinkle little star We have you in our sights Dangerous, we come this far The serpent giggles with delight The pigs head on a stick does grin As we teeter on the brink He's singing you are all my children My islands bigger than you think And who am I to say I don't understand it And if feeling better justifies the thrill Who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way I will I will I will I will |
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from Blues Traveler - Straight On Till Morning (1997)
It's the part of the dream that leaves me when the sunlight hits my eyes
It's the part of the dream that rolls me over and over as I sleep It's the part of the dream that leaves me wanting for the darkness It's the part of the dream I can't remember it at all I dreamed about you last night I dreamed about you last night I dreamed about you last night Last night I dreamed Last night Last night Something about a big jet plane moving fast off into the sunset Maybe a mustang moving fast up to the sky Mor like a great big boat drifting off to nowhere I know that in the end you were waiting on the other side I dreamed about you last night I dreamed about you last night I dreamed about you last night Last night I dreamed Last night Last night I can feel the dream long before it makes my mind I know the dream like the scent of the evening air I need the dream to keep me safe until the morning When I open my eyes you're there I dreamed about you last night I dreamed about you last night I dreamed about you last night Last night I dreamed I dreamed about you last night I dreamed about you last night I dreamed about you last night Last night I dreamed |
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from Blues Traveler - !Bastardos! (2005)
No longer care where I am
One smile remains to trace for the fingers on my hand Search for your face in every crowd Hope it springs internally until it runs over and out If I could touch your lips to mine Soft and sweet for about a half a million times Pressing ever deeply as I take you in my arms And hold on ntil we both forget where we are Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Wake up staring at a phone And it is so messed up the cliches alone But there I am dreaming clumsily And love, it comes so difficult for a boy like me If I could touch your lips to mine Soft and sweet for about a half a million times Pressing ever deeply as I take you in my arms And hold on until we both forget where we are Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Smiling at your message today I know I face uncertainty but still I am on my way Once again those daydreams begin I caress your cheek Finally leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in Leaning in |
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from Blues Traveler - Save His Soul (1993)
Never a day goes by when I can't see his face
And I can hear a thundering voice that no one will replace But since he left you've been hiding out and I can understand It seems to me about that time you should be coming back again I can feel the pain That won't go away We can't change that he left us But it's up to you to stay And I will make sense of it all Gonna try to make sense of it all You ask me why 'Cause it's all I can do I miss him every day But now I miss you I know it hurts right now but you've got to keep moving on And I know how good it can feel when you're safe and withdrawn But he can live in our memory and you don't yet have that choice 'Cause you're still here and to speak to me you're gonna have to use your voice I ain't telling you what's right And I ain't telling you what's wrong But it's he who has died And it's you who has gone And I will make sense of it all Gonna try to make sense of it all You ask me why 'Cause it's all I can do I miss him every day But now I miss you I know you're thinking now you must go through this alone But it's time to come home And I feel the pain That won't go away We can't change that he left us But it's up to you to stay And I will make sense of it all Gonna try to make sense of it all You ask me why 'Cause it's all I can do I miss him every day But now I miss you And I will make sense of it all Gonna try to make sense of it all You ask me why But it's all I can do I miss him every day But now I miss you |
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from Blues Traveler - Four (1994)
You'll get no answer from me
About what I want or what I get Brave enough to speak afraid to see Confuse the issue till you forget And I've tried To finally decide Why I'm in your face And if you can't already tell I am unable to let things go I'm told I do it very well But more important you should know That all the same You've got no one to blame But yourself If you call that a waste Cause it ain't me That's been hurting you inside And if you've learned You'll know much more than I That you're gonna have to go and find it You'll have to dig beneath the ground You'll have to unearth every ugly stone That kept you on your own And simply put them down You're gonna have to look around You'll get no answer from me About what I get or what I want That was enough to make her leave She's not the first one come and gone And I don't care Buyer beware Of me Cause it might get rough If you want peace then live alone If you wanna hide then find a stage Each a brief but perfect home To accommodate your rage And sometimes In the midst of all my crimes I feel lost Or have I lost enough Remaining friends Remind me as they say It's up to you The things you throw away And still you're gonna have to go and find it You'll have to dig beneath the ground You'll have to unearth every ugly stone That kept you on your own And simply put them down You're gonna have to look around You're gonna have to look around You're gonna have to look around |
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from Blues Traveler - Live From The Fall (2000)
I want to tell you about something special
I want to tell you what makes men need I think I'm talking 'bout what we all get into I think I'm talking 'bout love and greed You can take it anyway but take it at your own speed 'Cause you wouldn't be the first to fall to love and greed A man in love willing to walk through fire A greedy man like a moth to a flame A man in love willing to go half crazy A greedy man likely to go insane You can take it anyway but take it at your own speed 'Cause you wouldn't be the first to fall to love and greed To love and greed To love and greed To love and greed So the trap's been set and you've took the bait You saw it all go down just a little too late But now you're hooked and to your surprise You saw how some of it was real and some was lies But you're in too deep 'cause you care too much And there's never been a cure for that as such You could see prison bars or call it home sweet home But like it or not you're no longer alone A man in love don't know what he's doing A greedy man always says he does A man in love sold his soul up the river That's where a greedy man's soul always was You can take it anyway but take it at your own speed 'Cause you wouldn't be the first to fall to love and greed To love and greed To love and greed To love and greed |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
I want to tell you about something special
I want to tell you what makes men need I think I'm talking 'bout what we all get into I think I'm talking 'bout love and greed You can take it anyway but take it at your own speed 'Cause you wouldn't be the first to fall to love and greed A man in love willing to walk through fire A greedy man like a moth to a flame A man in love willing to go half crazy A greedy man likely to go insane You can take it anyway but take it at your own speed 'Cause you wouldn't be the first to fall to love and greed To love and greed To love and greed To love and greed So the trap's been set and you've took the bait You saw it all go down just a little too late But now you're hooked and to your surprise You saw how some of it was real and some was lies But you're in too deep 'cause you care too much And there's never been a cure for that as such You could see prison bars or call it home sweet home But like it or not you're no longer alone A man in love don't know what he's doing A greedy man always says he does A man in love sold his soul up the river That's where a greedy man's soul always was You can take it anyway but take it at your own speed 'Cause you wouldn't be the first to fall to love and greed To love and greed To love and greed To love and greed |
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from Blues Traveler - North Hollywood Shootout (2008)
She lies out on the grass
Her bellybutton fascinates me If summer never came and went I doubt that it would ever faze me Broken in a moment of what once had been I look within to see her face My fingers start to reach to taste But all they meet is my own lips Time is fleeting Time's a-wasting And time is bleeding Forever racing And time is money And money is time But love does none of these Love does none of these She'll twirl and spin me 'round And never let go of the hold she has From heaven's rafter to the ground And back and forth, and twice as fast Transit in the blink of her big brown eyes And all is right or wrong with the world More the heart of me Than as some would say "just some girl" Time is fleeting Time's a-wasting Time is bleeding Forever racing And time is money And money is time But love does none of these Love does none of these But my heart beats as we say goodnight Hoping for a kiss And this feeling I get to keep Love can most definitely let me do this She's the only thing that shines Among the murky gels of pink and blue Club speakers make their noise But they can't drown out what is true Captured in the passion of an honest smile And last call leaves us little else I reach for her to make her turn But all I meet is my own lips Time is fleeting Time's a-wasting Time is bleeding Forever racing Time is money And money is time But love does none of these Love does none of these Love won't keep time Love don't keep time Feels like forever I'm here whenever |
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from Blues Traveler - Save His Soul (1993)
I just couldn't cry
No matter how hard I try I knew the love we shared was dead Until she gave me a letter With some words she wrote down And I swear this is what she said She said She said Love of my life our first night together We sat in the rain and we talked forever Love of my life your carefree way Showed me the potential of each and every day But love of my life When you told me today That my place was gone from your carefree way I realized She said She said Love of my life now I finally see A carefree way wasn't meant for me The pain I feel you just can't understand You'd think it as fire, pull away your hand But love of my life When you told me today That my place was gone from your carefree way I realized You know she realized she must learn For once on her own Not to let her days burn Because she's alone She needed to learn For once on her own Not to let her days burn Because she's alone She needed to learn For once on her own Not to let her days burn Because she's alone She said She said Love of my life your arms were never shy To hold me tight when I needed to cry Love of my life you made me believe For that I love you but I know I must leave Because love of my life When you told me today That my, my place was gone from your carefree way I realized Oh yes, she realized, and for once so did I Because it occurred to me the love of my life was she And then and only then I started to cry |
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from Blues Traveler - Straight On Till Morning (1997)
When you roll down your window
And ask for directions Can you count on the answers That you would receive If you've ever been taken By that passed along pay back Why ask in the first place you might not believe But I won't be confined to road maps Or let assholes decide And I'd rather be lost Then afraid to take a ride And if it's a sing No place on earth will I ever fit in And I don't mind Someday I pray I just may As I make my way Well I might have been helpful Or a mischievous bastard But when I'm thinking about it I do what I can In the infinite halfway Where everyone always meets me And by the laws of pure error Do we exchange and understand I'm yelling as loudly As my lungs will allow I wish I could whisper Can you hear me now And if it's a sing No place on earth will I ever fit in And I don't mind Someday I pray I just may As I make my way Could be no one has the meaning Of what anybody says But so we don't feel so lonely We decide that we do Well now we might be speaking English But what does that mean And can you honestly tell me What color is blue Well you could try an explanation Or try to wonder why But if I'm lost in your driveway All I really can do is try And if it's a sing No place on earth will I ever fit in And I don't mind I've looked and searched her over countless times And I'll do it again Someday I may finally want to stay Someday I pray I just may As I make my way As I make my way As I make my way... |
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from Blues Brothers 2000 (블루스 브라더스 2000) [ost] (1998)
I wanna show you that anything is possible
Said I wanna show you that your wildest dreams can come true And I swear someday I'm gonna figure out how to do just that But until then I guess tryin is all I can do Maybe I'm wrong thinkin you want somethin better Maybe I'm wrong thinkin you got no problem makin it through the night Maybe I'm wrong about every little thing I'm talkin about Maybe I'm wrong but just maybe maybe I'm right No its none of my business but I think I can make you happy But it really doesnt matter if its me or someone else All that i know is that i think you're kinda special And one way or another gonna see that i can treat you well Maybe i'm wrong thinking you want something better Maybe i'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night Maybe i'm wrong about every little thing i'm talking about Maybe i'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe i'm right You seem to think that lady luck just doesn't like you Well, i've been trying to believe that the lady just ain't that dumb Oh, just give her time to get here And i'm sure that when she gets here She'll be really glad to be here when she comes. Maybe i'm wrong thinking you want something better Maybe i'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night Maybe i'm wrong about every little thing i'm talking about Maybe i'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe i'm right Maybe i'm wrong thinking you want something better Maybe i'm wrong thinking you got no problem making it through the night Maybe i'm wrong about every little thing i'm talking about Maybe i'm wrong, but just maybe, maybe i'm right |
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from Blues Traveler - !Bastardos! (2005)
It seemed so easy in daydreams past the playground
And schoolyard rules When nothing's yours it's simple to plan your escape From all of those fools And suddenly you get your way And you're kicking yourself Cause you couldn't figure out how to stay If wishes were money I'd still lose more than I keep And that might just be me But consequence would be interest and it would be steep And nothing is free It's a small cost to dream But there's no refund for nightmares It would seem Careful what you've bought Don't you look to no warranties You own what you have wrought Ain't no money back Money back guarantee Well I guess life ain't fair But I know life don't care And there's no one to blame From on high to the lowly For if you're loved or you're lonely It's the one and only game Careful what you've bought And don't you look to no warranties You own what you have wrought Your money back guarantee Or reprieves So please I'm down on my knees Believe me Don't you try To deny Any lie you might buy Is deceiving Ain't no leaving for free So you've got all your ducks in a row Have you figured out what you owe Until you settle your bill It won't let you go Careful what you've bought And don't you look to no warranties You own what you have wrought Ain't no money back Money back guarantee |
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from Blues Traveler - Straight On Till Morning (1997)
Don't you give up don't allow disaster
Don't you give up don't you let her win We're talking about a "forever after" Don't you give up don't you dare give in Don't you give up don't you dare give in Doesn't it seem most precarious Doesn't it seem such a chance to take Doesn't it seem most precarious Why does it feel like a big mistake Please understand and hear what I'm saying The time is now and you don't have long She could be oceans away tomorrow So soon your chance will have come and gone So soon your chance will have come and gone Doesn't it seem most precarious Doesn't it seem such a chance to take Doesn't it seem most precarious Why does it feel like a big mistake The tight-wires strung and you're out in the middle All eyes upon you no net below Inches to go and you're almost home free Feel the wires swaying to and fro Feel the wires swaying to and fro Doesn't it seem most precarious Doesn't it seem such a chance to take Doesn't it seem most precarious Why does it feel like it would be a damn shame Would be forever if it meant a day How stoically I exclaim As she turns from me and walks away The light in her eyes explanation escapes you Longing to please and not feel alone And she doesn't know it but really she loves you Some day so soon you're gonna make it home Some day so soon you're gonna make it home Doesn't it seem most precarious Doesn't it seem such a chance to take Doesn't it seem most precarious Why does it feel like a big mistake Doesn't it seem most precarious Doesn't it seem such a chance to take Doesn't it seem most precarious Why does it feel like a big mistake |
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from Blues Traveler - Live From The Fall (2000)
Met my woman on a mountain side
Looking to get warm, needed a place to hide She took me in as that day grew long Lay by the fire our love, love grew so strong I had left the city for its dirt and grime The factory wails to make mountain time I found love, I let it slip away Now I'm alone, here I'm gonna stay Gonna stay Gonna stay Yeah, I’m gonna stay I keep on looking till this very day For my baby, my baby, who's gone away And I'll search this land, search this land till my dying day For the sweet loving woman, make a mountain, make a mountain cry, cry Make a mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain Make a mountain cry |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelers & Thieves (2001)
Met my woman on a mountain side
Looking to get warm, needed a place to hide She took me in as that day grew long Lay by the fire our love, love grew so strong I had left the city for its dirt and grime The factory wails to make mountain time I found love, I let it slip away Now I'm alone, here I'm gonna stay Gonna stay Gonna stay Yeah, I’m gonna stay I keep on looking till this very day For my baby, my baby, who's gone away And I'll search this land, search this land till my dying day For the sweet loving woman, make a mountain, make a mountain cry, cry Make a mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain Make a mountain cry |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
Met my woman on a mountain side
Looking to get warm, needed a place to hide She took me in as that day grew long Lay by the fire our love, love grew so strong I had left the city for its dirt and grime The factory wails to make mountain time I found love, I let it slip away Now I'm alone, here I'm gonna stay Gonna stay Gonna stay Yeah, I’m gonna stay I keep on looking till this very day For my baby, my baby, who's gone away And I'll search this land, search this land till my dying day For the sweet loving woman, make a mountain, make a mountain cry, cry Make a mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain cry Mountain Make a mountain cry |
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from Blues Traveler - Live From The Fall (2000)
I'm mulling it over
Thoughts at a grasp You know I'm taking it in now So much, so fast I'm riding a feeling Into deeper seas I can't seem to fret now It don't bother me 'Cause I'm mulling it over, yeah Said I'm mulling it over I said I'm mulling it over I said I'm mulling it over Oh, mulling it over... I said I'm mulling it mulling it Mulling it mulling it Mulling it over mulling it over Twinkle twinkle little star Wish I could afford a guitar Sing a song of sixpence, pocketful of rye Wish it was more than crumbs I could buy Meet forever after Don't he dress real well You know he's clutching his chest now Or couldn't you tell Desperate to score now No matter how hard he tries You know he's strung out on future See it in his eyes And I'm mulling it over Said I'm mulling it over I said I'm mulling it over I said I'm mulling it over and over and over and over and over, yeah |
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from Blues Traveler - Travelogue: Blues Traveler Classics (2002)
I'm mulling it over
Thoughts at a grasp You know I'm taking it in now So much, so fast I'm riding a feeling Into deeper seas I can't seem to fret now It don't bother me 'Cause I'm mulling it over, yeah Said I'm mulling it over I said I'm mulling it over I said I'm mulling it over Oh, mulling it over... I said I'm mulling it mulling it Mulling it mulling it Mulling it over mulling it over Twinkle twinkle little star Wish I could afford a guitar Sing a song of sixpence, pocketful of rye Wish it was more than crumbs I could buy Meet forever after Don't he dress real well You know he's clutching his chest now Or couldn't you tell Desperate to score now No matter how hard he tries You know he's strung out on future See it in his eyes And I'm mulling it over Said I'm mulling it over I said I'm mulling it over I said I'm mulling it over and over and over and over and over, yeah |
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