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from The New Amsterdams - Worse For The Wear (2004)
There was honor among the thieves,
The only truth I could believe. But, when the lies applied to me and mine They're better left unsaid. We could write the hit parade Outside The Masquerade. The headache comes in tidal waves, The spoils of the spoiled The spoils of the spoiled The lines of history Became the scenery. It's strictly an accessory, An image to uphold. But, it's all in fun and sin until someone calls it in. The cycle comes around again. But, I'm older now, and don't you know, I've figured out the antidote. It overwhelms, engulfed in smoke. It's all we can to cope. Goddamn these idle hands As hindsight can. Our hopes and plans Are unfulfilled. It's over, it's overwhelming. There's a proper place and time Though the bags under your eyes, They don't lie They don't lie They don't lie |
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from The New Amsterdams - Worse For The Wear (2004)
I'll trust as far as I can spit.
You can read deep into it. New York nightlife isn't shit without a storyboard. I don't think much impresses me like a drunk celebrity. You just fall down and fall asleep like the rest (of us). On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. It's a stake out. There's hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death. So sad I have to disappoint, her name is not a selling point. The drinks are better in this joint where everyone's a friend. Not that the nightlife isn't great and if I seem to be irate, I don't have tolerance for fakes:what's to say. On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. It's a stake out. Your hanging on with bated breath, you're just milking this to death. Somewhere the novelty wore thin. Every city I was in there was an actor soaked in gin with an entourage. This is my home away from home, get a barstool of your own. I'll watch you sinking like a stone:what a sight. On your way out, don't bother picking up your tab. It's a stake out. Hanging on with bated breath, your just milking this for: Access, what little we possess. Any other pays the cover but it wouldn't be the same. Excess, destined to impress. You can follow every model but you always try to hover near fame. |
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from The New Amsterdams - Worse For The Wear (2004)
Uncommon amount of the time at home
Hardly a word on the telephone Finally find the time to get to know you Mapping it out like a master plan Something to do with my idle hands Write you a letter addressed from California It's vivid and strong in my memory An absence that smacks of abandoning It led to the battle that ultimately destroyed us I'm nothing if I don't know your mistakes The pill is as bitter as I can take It twists like a blade when I leave for California La da la da da da da da da da da da da (repeat) I hope that you know this is killing me It's all in the name of the family We only can play the cards the dealer dealt us The end of the cycle is closing in With you I see new hope begin again There suddenly seems to be promise in California La da la da da da da da da da da da da (repeat) As heavy as all this is weighing me Believe in the words I am promising I'm still here for her The distance is only an obstacle Hardly a match for a miracle I'm finally ready to go to California |
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from The New Amsterdams - Worse For The Wear (2004)
Are you hanging on for hope?
The clock strikes past the hour. Is the pain enough to choke the life out? You may never get to sleep Your time is not your time tonight Her smile will make you weak and proud Do you ever miss her? Do you feel the cold wind whisper? Is there anything more deafening? Are you hanging on for hope? It's all you've got worth living for. Is it much too hard to cope the road out? There's a tension when we speak The income's overrated but it's worth it when we meet on common ground Do you ever miss her? Do you feel the cold wind whisper? Is there anything more deafening? Are you hanging on for hope? It's all you've got worth living for. Much too hard to cope when i'm gone? Do you ever miss her? Do you feel the cold wind whisper? Is there anything... Do you ever cower when the clock strikes every hour? Is there anything more deafening? Is there anything more deafening? |
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from The New Amsterdams - Worse For The Wear (2004)
An empty house will leave you fatherless.
The cycle is coming around like my mother did, but it's in her blood. Oh, my brother. You've gotten over it, gotten older yet. But it's only what our hearts will power. I think I might have found the smoking gun. My thoughts trail off for hours. I think the time has come to be the one. An empty house will leave you fatherless. The cycle is coming around like my mother did but it's in her blood. For the love of another, if the habit fits then you must admit. It's only what our hearts will power. I think I might have found the smoking gun. My thoughts trail off for hours. Maybe the time has come to be the one. |
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from The New Amsterdams - Worse For The Wear (2004)
The light I followed tonight is only as bright as the highway.
The sight, try as I might, I can't keep the weight from my eyes. We never will make load in if the Ephedrine don't kick in. |
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from The New Amsterdams - Worse For The Wear (2004)
Some might say it's over rated, staring at their shoes.
You're arrows don't have poison but they bruise. I can't make peace with you. All my heart is on these pages, open to abuse. I should try to be dishonest but I lose. It's never been for you. Angry eyes, there's poison in the ink. You've got so much time to think about it. Try to put your finger on it and figure out what's right for me and mine. Expletives and explanations fade bruise colored blue. A thicker skin develops on the wound. I won't change it for you. I'm just telling the truth. |
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from The New Amsterdams - Worse For The Wear (2004)
It's a clandestine arrangement that we never could get to stick.
Every night under the table with the sick and the fits. Never cast as the romantic lead but somehow on our feet. We're just waiting to be received and the whole scene sighs relief. Somehow everyone functions with a barely visible scar. Never know the length we'd go was so far, so far. Some nights I see the sun come up but don't remember where it went down. A realist whose time has come, it feels like I'm the only one. Obstacles to overcome, now I don't trust anyone. So, here's to all our vice and our secret double life. I'll sleep with one eye open and maybe you'll save my life. Another cool assed show under the table on the ground. Keep the floorshow up to sound and the light show up to specs. If we drown until we're exhausted it's what nobody expects. Nothing left to lose. Everything to prove. Nothing we can't do. Not anything for you. The words were written wrong. My life imitates your songs. On and on and on. Here's to all our vice and our secret double life. I'll sleep with one eye open, maybe you'll save my life. |
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from The New Amsterdams - Worse For The Wear (2004)
All my life I've been waiting.
It get's older, it's over me. I'd speak but it fails me. So the dike in the damn stops the leak. Maybe it's me and I'm venting. I find your speech otivating, watching life pass you by on the screen. Just flicker and fading with a plot like you wouldn't believe. Maybe I don't know the ending. Someone ruined my daydream. Aren't you spoiled enough as it is? Whatever you're saying won't bring anyone closer to this. I know you're sick. I wish you were healing, but you're worse for the wear. We keep tearing the seams we repaired. If we all had the call to fair then we wouldn't be standing here. |
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from The New Amsterdams - Para Toda Vida (2002)
My old man had a pistol
Never carried around Never taught me to use it, yeah No butt on the ground Images of a family Somewhere deep in the South Wish that girl'd taken pictures, yeah Dragged me out Stand inside Knees fall to the ground I pray take me far away From everything that I am Must've lost all my memories Must've blacked 'em all out Thank God for the pictures, yeah Didn't burn in the house Stand inside Knees fall to the ground I pray take me far away From everything that I am Escape is the only way out |
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from The New Amsterdams - Para Toda Vida (2002)
I don't want
A picture in the paper I just want A minute of your time At a point Appreciate an answer Any token Would suit me fine I won't ask A question you can't answer Like, "Do you remember All Shook Down?" At one time It was your favorite record But now it's broken And not around Baby I broke it Broke me down Strain of the show Takes its toll But you don't Wanna know Maybe I don't know what I'm asking This is not The place or time to speak It's possible piano may be drinking But it's not me Couldn't be I'm sincere As I can be Strain of the show Takes its toll You don't Wanna know Strain of the show Takes its toll You don't Wanna know |
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from The New Amsterdams - Para Toda Vida (2002)
All your hangers on
Watch with anxious eyes Watch your mouth to speak Words mystic and wise Can you explain away everything I know to be true? Will you flinch if I criticize anything about you? Anything about you Wash your nervous hands Speak and only lie Dismiss distances Between you and I Can you explain away everything that I know to be true? Will you flinch if I criticize anything about you? Anything about you Preacher only son Wise man only tie Scorned by anyone With an evil eye |
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from The New Amsterdams - Para Toda Vida (2002)
One waitress
Outside of, Phone booth, South Carolina Sits, keeps killing time Rolls her eyes Roll of dimes Speak of this sick surrounding sin Tears me from limb to limb, within I don't know how to let it go This far away from home One word was mistaken Context that it was taken from Write it down Must be sound Must be true I hope you can hear me My only sanctuary asks Why am I here? Why aren't I home? As the line builds for the phone I want it all Work to a fault That breaks us in two And always at play The end of the day I'm alone and so are you Old stories Gas stations Repeating conversations Still, I can't speak long The show has to go on At best I, might question The focus of my attention Though, you know that I could bring it down I want it all Work to a fault That breaks us in two And always at play The end of the day I'm alone and so are you One waitress, invading But I'm content to make her wait It's all I have So far from home Oh please stay on the phone |
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from The New Amsterdams - Para Toda Vida (2002)
We don't forgive
And I dare you not to speak All bones with hands Old wound open the key The best of friends Turn to enemies Honestly, do I wanna walk away? Is that obvious to see, that side of me? Secrets and sins Does it matter if I know? Lets not pretend Wish it wasn't so Can we stay friends? Even if I'm in your show Honestly, do I wanna walk away? Is it that obvious to see that side of me? I'm all beat up I'm a cold bruise colored Tears me up Do I ask myself to choose? When I don't know what to do |
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from The New Amsterdams - Para Toda Vida (2002)
Are you open, to open arms?
Misdirection does little harm I won't ask, you won't tell Just come around Missed discussions of virtues and Complications with cash in hand I won't ask, you won't tell Just come around My angel flies Carries all my fears Angel don't die For four more years Are you waiting for me to say That I made all the same mistakes I won't ask, you won't tell Just come around My angel flies Carries all my fears Angel don't die For four more years My angel flies Carries all my fears Angel don't die For four more years |
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from The New Amsterdams - Para Toda Vida (2002)
Burn all your pictures
Still save the prints Thought I've feel better I feel like shit I fall to pieces with out you around Spend all my time Trying to figure out Maybe I should be sorry Maybe it's too late It's never too early I'll follow my faith I shot the moon When you shot me down I spend all my time Trying to figure out I finally thought about I forever been leaving I wanna change the world Nothings gonna change, believe me Little love is lost The memory remains Time takes its cost I'm still the same I left the room And you let me down Spend all my time Trying to figure out I finally thought about I forever been leaving I wanna change the world Nothings gonna change, believe me I just seem to spend More and more time again By myself It's just so much easier then Trying to understand, myself I finally thought about I forever been leaving |
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from The New Amsterdams - Para Toda Vida (2002)
Adeline, out of tune
Heaven knows what I would do You can't just walk away From everything Adeline, out of tune Step in time, two by two Say it's over regret I'm sure it's over I guess I don't ever forget Ever forget Adeline, out of tune Heaven knows what I would do Say it's over regret Sure it's over I guess I don't ever forget Don't ever forget |
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from The New Amsterdams - Para Toda Vida (2002)
Came by to make you angrier again.
Gonna try to make you angrier enough, I'm all ears now. Volunteer how I'm Gonna find a way to keep this civilized. It's help if you just tell me what to say. It's help if you just tell me anything. I'm all ears now. Volunteer how, I'm not askin anymore. I'm not askin anymore how I'm gonna find a way to keep this civilized. You fall back On anger now, Swear you are forgiven. Your anger suits you, It makes you beautiful Gives you confidence To come at me with more than your bare hands. Not here to break you, But all the words tonight are careful, chosen, hurting kind; I'm tryin to say that I, I'm tryin to say that I, I'm tryin to say that I've stopped tryin If you rise above, If you rise at all, It'll probably be now. |
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from The New Amsterdams - Para Toda Vida (2002)
Stories been boarded up again
Old sins forgotten from new sins Your habits get old Your habits get old Wanted to say How I wanted to say Miss the Valentine House sometimes Good times compounded on good times What's come over you since? What's come over you since? Wanted to say How I wanted to say Losing you I would know I feel partially responsible I'm confused All I can do Is quietly grin and resent you Phone calls made with such urgency Speaking half-truths She doesn't know What she doesn't know Wanted to say How I wanted to say Losing you I would know I feel partially responsible I'm confused All I can do Is quietly grin and resent you |
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