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Under the Willow
00:52
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I remember so softly
Your breasts as my pillow
You’d read what you wrote to me
Under the willow
And if it was deep and near night
I might slip off to sleep
Till you shook me awake
And as we would walk
I’d imagine your words as a song
All the rhymes it would take
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2. |
Happy
04:22
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You spent your life in the shadows of shining stars
Here at the end not a soul recalls who you are
You didn’t mind being just one more face in the crowd
You never once objected and never stood out
You were always the cat that ate the canary
But you never could shed your stripes
And I've never seen some one so happy
To live such a sad sad life
And you were always so sincere
You never worried bout how you would get there from here
And when it never seemed work out the way you planned
You’d pack your life up in your bag and you’d start again
(You spent your life)
You spent your life in the shadows of shining stars
(You spent your life your life)
Here at the end not a soul recalls who you are
(You spent your life)
You didn’t mind being just one more face in the crowd
(You spent your life your life)
You never once objected and never stood out
(You spent your life)
You were always the cat that ate the canary
(You spent your life your life)
But you never could shed your stripes
(You spent your life)
And I've never seen some one so happy
(You spent your life your life)
To live such a sad sad life
And right now my heart is breakin'
To know it won’t turn out right
I've never seen some one so happy
To live such a sad sad life
And I know that it hurts you to see me
I did you wrong I should have made you my wife
Maybe you could have helped me be happy
To live in my sad sad life
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3. |
Amberland
03:56
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I wrote three songs about you but I had to set them free
They all came down to pretty you and pity me
When what I really meant was you were way out of my league
Now my mind is half the battle wrecked and rattled by fatigue
I promised you I’d take you to the late night picture show
I went alone instead I knew you didn’t want to go
Then you asked me two days later if I knew about the times
I must have passed your turnoff cause I missed so many signs
I lost with my best hand in Amberland
No moonlight walks beneath the docks toes sinking in the sand
I knew I didn’t know but couldn’t understand
I made my final stand in Amberland
I had to take a trip somewhere to leave behind my mind
I pined for you and pined for what I left behind
I went down to the crossroads and I waited in the lines
But everyone is everyone from time to time
I wrote song for someone new but had to toss that too
I couldn’t help but notice she was just like you
I took a look around me and I saw you everywhere
I even saw a little bit of me in there
I lost with my best hand in Amberland
No moonlight walks beneath the docks toes sinking in the sand
I knew I didn’t know but couldn’t understand
I made my final stand in Amberland
Supply can’t meet demand in Amberland
Cause every boy and every man is reaching for her hand
I knew I didn’t know but couldn’t understand
I’ll never reach the end of Amberland
I’ll never reach the end of Amberland
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4. |
The Waiting Game
03:54
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Counting up the colors of the passing cars
Rivers on the rise I wonder where you are
Metal on the railing makes my fingers numb
Waitin’ on the bridge for you or day to come
Pacing through the puddles on the pavement grey
No one here to talk to and nothing to say
Stare at something long enough it looks the same
Takes a dedicated brain to play the waiting game
I could have sworn that it was you
But when I looked I saw right through
You turned and looked right through me too
Like there was nothing we could do
I chased behind and called your name
I took a breath but nothing came
A good man goes, a sad man stays
We must be destined to this maze
Sing another song so I don’t fall asleep
Pitching dirty pennies in the dirty deep
Only god can say now where the devil you’re at
And I will be damned if he will tell me that
Shiver in the wind and watch the rising sun
The toil of the wicked man is never done
Been out here so long now don’t know where I’m from
All that I am sure of is it’s not my home
I could have sworn that it was you
But when I looked I saw right through
You turned and looked right through me too
Like there was nothing we could do
I chased behind and called your name
I took a breath but nothing came
A good man goes, a sad man stays
We must be destined to this maze
Counting up the colors of the passing cars
Rivers on the rise I wonder where you are
Metal on the railing makes my fingers numb
Waitin’ on the bridge for you or day to come
Pacing through the puddles on the pavement grey
No one here to talk to and nothing to say
Stare at something long enough it looks the same
Takes a dedicated brain to play the waiting game
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5. |
How to Make Love
03:28
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I keep all my secrets in the dark
Its easy I just close my eyes
And I know when I’ve done somebody wrong
But I don’t know how to make it right
I don’t know how to make it right
I don’t know how to make it right
I don’t know how to make it right
I know how to hold you close
But I don’t know when to let you pass by
And I hear you when you say you love me so
But I don’t know when you’re tellin a lie
I don’t know when you’re tellin a lie
I don’t know when you’re tellin a lie
I don’t know when you’re tellin a lie
I know how to stay out of a fight
But I don’t know any self defense
And I know not to say that I’m right
I can’t seem to shake this pretense
I can’t seem to shake this pretense
I can’t seem to shake this pretense
I can’t seem to shake this pretense
I feel all the joys in this life
But I feel them just one at a time
I know how to make love in the rain
But I don’t know how to make the sun shine
I don’t know how to make the sun shine
I don’t know how to make the sun shine
I don’t know how to make the sun shine
I don’t know how to make the sun shine
I don’t know how to make the sun shine
I don’t know how to make the sun shine
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6. |
Turning Around
02:58
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I keep turning around
Expecting to see you there
Turning around again
Until I’m where I began
You keep walking away
Leaving me in my head
Walking away again
Leaving a note that read
Its not you my darling
I hope you know that it’s not me
It’s just the way it is
The way it will always be
I wish I could say
I’ll be with you until the end
Maybe I will someday
Just keep turning around again
Am I hearing a sound
Darling is that you there
I’m just hearing a sound again
Coming from God knows where
I keep seeing your face
Everywhere in the crowds
But the features are out of place
Like I’m seeing you through a shroud
And I can’t regret
What was done and what was said
I’m just not prepared to fight
All those battles in my head
Sometimes I forget
And it’s like you were never there
But like the fall of night
Suddenly you’re everywhere
I keep turning around
I keep turning around
Expecting to see you there
Turning around again
Until I’m where I began
You keep walking away
Leaving me in my head
Walking away again
Leaving a note that read
Its not you my darling
I hope you know that it’s not me
It’s just the way it is
The way it will always be
I wish I could say
I’ll be with you until the end
Maybe I will someday
Just keep turning around again
Keep turning around
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7. |
Open Window
04:12
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It’s always the open window that gets all the rain
If you open your heart to me you’ll feel only pain
I never look back behind me until I run dry
So I’m running on empty most all of the time
The sun is shining open the shades
Open the window to let in the breeze
On the other side the world’s open wide
But where you are not is all I can see
Lift you up on my shoulders to check out the stage
The smoke machines cough girls are dancing in a cage
I shout out above the chorus that will be me someday
But I know you don’t hear me its better that way
The sky is falling but inside it is warm
The more that I feel the softer the pain
The rains destination is the also its source
So hard to miss until it’s gone again
When you reach out to touch me the air comes in waves
And my heart starts to shiver as it's dancing in a cage
Just one touch of your fingers and everything breaks
And I can’t see the shape of your shadow in the rain
If all the worlds riches are heaped upon me
You’ll still find me somewhere I don’t want to be
When they take out my stitches you can open your eyes
Some things never heal no matter how hard they try
It’s always the open window that gets all the rain
If you open your heart to me you’ll feel only pain
I never look back behind me until I run dry
So I’m running on empty most all of the time
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8. |
Leaving Amsterdam
04:54
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Someday you’ll find yourself in Paris in the morning
With no ticket home no phone and nowhere else to go
The smoke from the night before cannot put out the burning
When everything you fear the most comes knocking at the door
Ten years ago when I got sick I looked for shelter
In storage units, hallways, and in tents in friends back yards
Like leaving Amsterdam with nothing in my pockets
Shattered in the station and the loaf of bread gone hard
These times lay black behind me shaped and saved inside my head
If everything lives on at least it feels those times are dead
And still I dig into myself collecting everything I can
As if these broken pictures ever tell me who I am
When I was twelve I lifted salmon from the ocean
One day a giant king came up upon the line
He didn’t struggle he just lay there still and waiting
He knew he was going somewhere you could see it in his eyes
When I am much older old enough to stop my breathing
I want my body burned away till nearly nothings left
Then tossed into the western ocean while the tide is falling
To settle in the sediment my remnants laid to rest
These times lay black behind me shaped and saved inside my head
If everything lives on at least it feels those times are dead
And still I dig into myself collecting everything I can
As if these broken pictures ever tell me who I am
When I was younger only early in my learning
They showed us picture books of people far away
Lines and lines of people posed for pictures in strange clothing
From time to time I wonder if there are any left today
These times I gather to me nestled deep in my pockets
It’s all that lives on here this handful of old shattered gems
Still I dig into the dark in picture books and brass lockets
As if these broken pieces ever tell me who I am
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9. |
Somewhere
02:57
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Every day you got to put yourself together
Every night you got to take yourself apart
And it doesn’t matter when or where or whether
All that matters is you save yourself some heart
I will always be there when you need a shelter
I will always be there when you need a friend
I will be there when the journey takes you somewhere
I will be there when it brings you back again
And if somehow your resolve should start to falter
In your finest hour if all your strings should break
If you lose your voice I’ll be there with some water
Even if we have to kneel beside the lake
I will always be there when you need a shelter
I will always be there when you need a friend
I will be there when the journey takes you somewhere
I will be there when it brings you back again
If in your dreams the voices all sound unfamiliar
And the skyline doesn’t look at all the same
When you awaken nothing’s feeling any clearer
I know the way just look to me to show the way
I will always be there when you need a shelter
I will always be there when you need a friend
I will be there when the journey takes you somewhere
I will be there when it brings us to the end
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10. |
Satellite Radio
01:47
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I sing this song on a winter’s day
You hear my voice on a summer’s night
Although I’m a half a hundred thousand miles away
You hear my words and you feel alright
Alright…Alright… Alright
Alright…Alright…
You hear this song as you come awake
You carry me along anywhere you go
You can hear my voice a you slip away
To sleep on the satellite radio
Radio…Radio… Radio
Radio…Radio…
They send my song on a beam into space
Then spread that sound all around the world
So even though we'll never meet face to face
I can ask you if you wanna be my girl
My Girl…My Girl… My girl
My Girl… My Girl...
Alas my love it is all a dream
You'll never hear me sing how I love you so
I’m just not important enough to be
A transmission on satellite radio
Radio…Radio… Radio
Radio…Radio…
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Andrew Mura Farmington, Maine
Born in the woods, moved to the city, saw the world, then moved to a city in the woods.
(bottom 11 albums are Instrumental)
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