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Way to Turn
02:39
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Sometimes my voice came back to me
Felt like my legs drawn out to sea
We made no plans we could believe
We drifted past catastrophes
We heard the dogs and the birds that fly
Harder to hear the sounds inside
We looked for peace in the things we touched
Wastes the time ahead of us
I didn't know which way to turn
You think you know and then you learn
Sleep on the way it takes you there
Knits up the sleeve of ravelled care
Sometimes my voice came back to me
Felt like my legs drawn out to sea
We made no plans we could believe
We drifted past catastrophes
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Cada Vez Menos
02:41
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Cada vez menos trabajo que tengo yo que hacer
Cada vez mas las cosas se van Que tengo yo que hacer?
I saw a man on the platform reading a letter he sent
He read it right past his station and folded it back up again
His children had stayed in the country he came to the city to send
The things that they needed buy one day he learned that they'd moved off the land
Sometimes he watches the platform sometimes he almost believes
But when they approach it's not even close and he wishes he's almost relieved
Cada vez menos trabajo que tengo yo que hacer
Cada vez mas las cosas se van Que tengo yo que hacer?
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Only a Minute
03:01
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I thought I'd be right back, only a minute man
I couldn't see the past for almost a minute there
Caught in the middle of something I didn't start
Who can say how much more before it has been enough?
Keep it together man as long as you think you can
As long as you care you're safe from everything they pretend
Don't start a fight. And more bad advice.
Please don't complain that the night stays the same
I couldn't see the past for almost a minute there
I thought I'd be right back in only a minute man
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Old Baby
03:25
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I got my coat on I'm waiting by the door
You found your shoes before the phone rang again
Your friend took the subway now she's waiting in the cold
She's got a baby girl now the baby is getting old
I know your family never talked that much to you
Now that's no excuse you can run
When you see me won't you tell me what you love
When we're walking and the wind is all above
When you're in my arms and your eyes are coming out
When you're talking won't you let the inside out
I know you family always thought too much of you
Now that's no excuse you can run
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5. |
Angrily We Watched
02:44
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Angrily we watched for all the ways to go
Your text was incomplete, you'd already gone to bed
Did you need to hold my hand or were you talking about the dog?
The people who know me best are often the least impressed
You know we all repeat the favorite things that we know
Was it come by hard or was the pleasure hard to beat?
Did you find a way to be weak that let's you win in the end
while the strong destroy themselves with everything that they want?
Angrily we watched for all the ways to go
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6. |
Playing at Dress Up
03:25
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Playing at dress up with the family back at home
Living in long lines but never in the front
Then when it's over you fly back up again
The afternoon's empty hours without friends
And then suddenly I'm fine
almost every day breaking down the sky
I got time to hear that shine
So much sound appears filling up the quiet
The stages are empty cept for costumes and the spark
of something remembered before you hit your mark
The skills you need inside this bar
Are not the kind you need to find another song
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The Pickups New York
THE PICKUPS:
Joe emails drum tracks from his basement in Philadelphia.
Then Tim records guitars in his closet and vocals in his car.
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