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Counting Streets
03:40
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When I heard you on the phone last night, you sounded pretty grim.
Somewhere through the looking glass, a foe perhaps a friend
was crying like an animal to let his body in, then the ending was as worse as the way that things began.
Trouble shoots its arrows and you call it cupid's flare
but your heart was broke to pieces as the walls began to glare, now you're headed to the earth like a shooting star to maim , watch the dreams you hold so close as they all go up in flames.
Yes, they all go up in flames.
Chorus:
Night falls the city sleeps, I lie there counting her streets. Oh Lord, my soul to keep, I lie there wondering just counting her streets, I lie in your bed just counting your streets.
Clean and so pristine you beat the carpet of it's dust, pericardium decaying as your heart it turns to rust. City lights approaching from the north you see the sky as the asphalt forest lines the night, it hears your distant cry, it hears your distant cry.
Night falls the city sleeps, I lie there counting her streets, oh Lord, my soul to keep, I lie there wondering just counting your streets, I lie in her bed just counting her streets.
Anonymous autonomous put forth to shake your hand as you buy the lie to save your eye in a world of sinking sand. Knockabout upon Delancey till the morning has arrived, trade your marbles for the warble when the daylight meets your sigh. When the daylight meets your sigh.
Night falls the city sleeps. I lie there counting her streets. Oh Lord, my soul to keep. I lie there wondering just counting her streets, I lie in your bed just counting your streets. I lie in your bed just counting your streets.
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I came alone
to a city not my own
and it’s been a real long time
since I phoned home
I live in New York City
where the streets show no pity
where the the word on the street
sings when in Rome, when in Rome
I left alone
from my city monotone
where the same old conversation
seemed to drone
oh what a pity
about that boy from OK city
who left his mama waiting
by the phone, by the phone
Towers like magnates
taxi cabs and trains
subways cars and taco trucks
nobody knows your name
from BK to the Bronx
still no one knows your name
like old woody
seems the heartland loves to yield
certain kind of kid who longs to build
And I form the stories from the books upon my shelf
penned by old wayfarers like himself
like myself
tenements and projects
bedbugs and vagabonds
hipsters and movie stars
mixing toe to toe with bums
dancing in the moonlight
with all us Bowery bums
I left alone to a city now my own
and it’s been a real long time
since I phoned home
I live in New York City
where the streets show no pity
where the the word on the street
sings when in Rome, when in Rome
when in Rome
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3. |
Dark Morning Day
04:49
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time is standing still
looking me in the eyes
i'm stuttering like an uncompleted thought
and when i try
headlights start moving across my bedroom wall
behind the candid reel
through her broken smile
sighing for more than remedies
and when you sigh remember
nothing is as bad as it could be..
Chorus
It's just another phase,
that's what they call this place
pent up in violent flames,
a name without a face
all locked up in my cage,
a voice that's out of range
bones screaming out for change
bones screaming out in rage
it's lies under a seal
singing us it's demise
conducted by a wayward heir of naught
we do or die
the daylight's intruding from a hole inside the wall..
the dark morning day
singing in reprise
this fog is just a moment in your life
and when you cry
teardrops will wash the city from your eyes
Chorus x2
It's just another phase,
that's what they call this place
pent up in violent flames,
a name without a face
all locked up in my cage,
a voice that's out of range
bones screaming out for change
bones screaming out in rage
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4. |
Heartbroke
04:17
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it's hazy and it's raining
and I'm raising a why
I don’t know for you
though its a name
where you'll know
where eyes feed
why have you come
and why did you go?
here I wait for you
and I wait for you
and again
again
woe, my heart feels broke
woe, my god, my heart
feels broken
broken in two
So I pour a glass of wine
and I think of you most times
when I'm all alone
in the night again
in your heart(home)
when you get to your grave
the last thing that you'll say
is that he loved me, oh how he loved me
woe, my heart feel broke
woe, my god, my heart
feels broken
broken in two
stitch my heart together again
stitch my heart from two
life don't seem like it's worth living
without you, without you
your silent whisper
your quiet face
fade into heaven
on that day
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5. |
Pills
04:30
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Verse 1
Some lessons are worth learning more than once
even if it takes you a thousand days
Most will wander for forty years
struggling in the dark trying to find their way
Chorus #1
sigh.. sigh all those years away
wipe wipe all those tears away
throw all those pills away tonight, tonight
Verse 2
It's what you said that caused death
the jokes on you and how it lingers
but you know a misplaced word causes bruises
and another migraine you never wanted
Chorus #2
nay, all those years weren't wasted
wipe away your tear stained eyes
throw all those fears away
find a seat, let's take the ride
tonight tonight
Verse#3
Solutions(pills) come in many forms.
some are for sale and some are for the soul
but both can leave you sick and haunted
try and remember which has the real name
SOme lessons are worth learning more than once
even if it takes you a thousand days
for some it'll take them more than fourty yeaRS
stuggling in darkness try to find the same thing, their own way
It's what you said that caused it
the jokes on you and how it lingers
but you know a misplaced word causes bruises
and yet another migraine(headache) you never wanted
sigh.. sigh all those years away
wipe wipe all those tears away
throw all those pills away
tonight tonight.
nay, all those years were'nt wasted
wipe away your tear stained eyes
give give all those fears away
find a seat and take the ride...
Solutions come in many forms.
some for sale and some are for the soul..
but both can leave you sick and haunted
remember which one has the real name...
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6. |
Ghosts Of Manhattan
03:34
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ghosts of Manhattan
grow for the plantern
karma and towers
pulling our hours
it’s been many years
but i’d still know your face
the rest is a fading image
cropped and pixelated
eyes glued to the tv screen
watch the news ’til I turn green
doesn’t matter how you cut it
what’s done is dead
even if you can’t see it now
ghosts of Manhattan
grow for the plantern
karma and towers
pulling our hours
pushing up flowers
I try to call you
but the recordings saying
all the circuits are busy now
so I lay my face into my hands
something still is alive in me
and I wish you were there to see
all my acomplishments
and all the things I know
I wish you were here to watch me grow
ghosts of manhattan
grave for the plantern
bombs in the desert
that man was a cancer
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7. |
Fountain Of Youth
03:57
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years long ago when you had danced
the world as it changed was so big all around you
man touched the moon and your eyes fell ablaze
the notion that time that it was moving without you there
The water is full in the fountain of youth
the fountain of youth
you built for yourself many kingdoms
you labored in vain for the cup of approval
but the masses at large you know they'll always expect
and the pressure it brought you to executive ruin there
the water runs scarce in the fountain of youth
the fountain of youth
the hour ticks fast and your heart beats in unison
your strength fading quickly, your memory allusive
ashes to ashes,and dust to the dust your departure draws near
and we all fall down, yes we all fall down
The fountain of youth is soon to be through
the fountain of youth
You measure your life from the roof to the mezzanine
weighing the times you had wasted in apathy
your soul was displeased for your life was afloat
You spent all your time climbing up all the ropes
that kept you in check all alone with the Joneses
you stand in your flesh like a pile of bones
The skyscraper stands tall above all your cities
as you die in your office, oh what a pity your through
The fountain of youth, the fountain is through, the fountain of youth
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