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sometimes i dont even feel like a person
just an eggshell of awareness
its not the end of the world we fear
its the downhill curve that scares us
so every day i catch a thought
that might untie another knot
seems i get my best work done
in the red glow of a falling sun
ive been on inverse sides of the tidal rope
so i can walk this ocean floor
and when at last i run out of air
i inhale and sing a bit more
and every day i catch a thought
that might untie another knot
seems i get my best work done
in the red glow of a falling sun
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Vocal melody, Vocals by Cola
Demo by Nadia Cripps and Cola
another moonless rainy night
i wander through the years
the streets are filled with memories
the gutter full of tears
the rows of houses now collapsed
just as our hopes and fears
the streetsweeper has swept them
into gutters full of tears
where is the apartment we used to live
above Cafe Algiers
Now just empty sidewalks
the gutter full of tears
we used to sing out in these streets
to crowds who laughed and cheered
it seems our lives have turned to rain
in guttters full of tears.
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PULL YOU BACK
i came on strong
but i didnt come through
with the promises
i made to you
i revved you up
then i put you down
like a flower that gets
thrown to the ground
from dublin to helsinki
from paris down to rome
from boston to beer town
from the red square to vendome
you bring so much inspiration
to every place you go
and every time you leave
you leave a ghost
if the border between life and death
went slack
i would reach into the mirror
and pull you back
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Lakes and flowers, flowers and trees ...
he never hit me
but his words stung my heart
he was never at a loss
to find something to tear apart
the soup it was too salty
the windows showed some dust
there was a wrinkle in his white shirt
which had not been starched enough
i wonder if he realized i loved him
as i loved the flowers, lakes and trees
but the flowers, lakes and trees
were never mean to me
would he have been so mean to me
if he knew how much i loved him
he was frustrated
and he took it out on me
he didnt mean the things he said
but he gave no apologies
all he said in his defense
was riddled with cliches
the world had dealt him a raw hand
he never got the breaks
i wonder if he realized i loved him
as i loved the flowers, lakes and trees
but the flowers, lakes and trees
were never mean to me
would he have been so mean to me
if he knew how much i loved him
my friends told me,
"dont waste yourself
on that useless lout"
"you havent seen his better side"
i answered, but not aloud
for what i saw in him perhaps
no one else was meant to see
and if he knew how much i loved him
he may also have loved me
i wonder if he realized i loved him
as i loved the flowers, lakes and trees
but the flowers, lakes and trees
were never mean to me
would he have been so mean to me
if he knew how much i loved him
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CHORUS x2
it's not how much you want it
some dreams cannot be
there is no treasure resting
neath the floor of the sea
VERSE ONE
there was no love making
they never tried to be friends
he will not go to her
he will not go to her
she will not come to him
CHORUS
it's not how much you want it
some dreams cannot be
and there is no treasure resting
neath the floor of the sea
VERSE TWO
time is a distance
and distance is time
their destinies drift
their destinies drift
and life passes them by
CHORUS
it's not how much you want it
some dreams cannot be
and there is no treasure resting
neath the floor of the sea
[BRIDGE]
Parts of us are hard
Parts of us are soft
We are the remains
We are the remains
Of the world
We have lost
VERSE THREE
time is a distance
and distance is time
OUR destinies drift
OUR destinies drift
and life passes US by
CHORUS x2
first time instrumental
it's not how much you want it
some dreams cannot be
and there is no treasure resting
neath the floor of the sea
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was taking the groceries out of the shopping bag
you were in the kitchen frying potatoes and eggs
just a common snapshot
but life is not a scrapbook
and im seeing things that are not really here
then the technicolor pictures disappear
and my world had turned to black and white again
i started cursing things i once revered
when the technicolor pictures disappeared
i was in the front yard, moving grass
you were on the sidewalk,
talking with the neighbors as they passed
such a lovely couple
but we were in a heap of trouble
things are sometimes not what they appear
the technicolor pictures disappear
and my world had turned to black and white again
i started cursing things i once revered
when the technicolor pictures disappeared
it strikes me as funny
when the sky is bright and sunny
that it should be raining hard down here
and the technicolor pictures disappear
the technicolor pictures disappear
and my world had turned to black and white again
i started cursing things i once revered
when the technicolor pictures disappeared
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BILL
she was sitting at the bar looking real fine
i asked if she was having a good time
she said
NANCY
not really
im just trying to level my head
BILL
well so am i
but i like to get high
she just looked into my eyes and said
NANCY
Im two below par
two more drinks
And I can walk a straight line
another after those
and Ill be feeling fine
abut after four more shots
i lose track of time
when come to in the morning
i start all over again
BILL
the child of sobriety
is social anxiety
but i never worry about that
when i am drinkin
but maybe with you
we could stop at two
that is what i am thinkin
at least
with a woman like you i wouldnt care
about troubles in my mind or
the problems out there
id like to stay sober for one day just once
i just wanna wash my hands
and ill buy you some lunch
then the two of us can get out of this place
leaving the shots of booze behind
becaise love makes water taste better than wine.
NANCY
Well, I’m not optimistic
But I’d like a sausage biscuit
I never worry ‘bout food when I’m drinkin”
So maybe like you
I could maybe stop at two
At least what you’re sayin’ here has got me started thinkin’
If it’s really true with me you wouldn’t care
about the troubles in your mind
Or all the problems out there
I’d like to try to stay sober all day just once
Just let me fix my face
Then I’ll let you buy me lunch
NANCY AND BILL
we are two above par
when we're side by side
we dont need no drinks
to walk a straight line
another two more kisses
we'll be feeling fine
when we wake in the morning
light as a feather
two above par
forever..happy together
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i used to travel the country
coast to coast
my voice was like a bell
now im just an old man
with a passel of stories to tell
when i wrote my first songs
i had nothing to say
and i sang in the corners
of empty cafes
until my girl up and left me
with a broken heart
and the song i wrote for her
went to the top of the chart
my next songs didnt make it
and i was always about to quit
but its amazing how far
you can go on just one hit
in any town or city
i could fill three hundred seats
that was enough to keep me going
til i admitted i was beat
i used to travel the country
coast to coast
my voice was like a bell
now im just an old man
with a passel of stories to tell
i ate the fruits of paradise
and did some time in jail
women soaked in whiskey
lined up to go my bail
i cant say i am proud
of every part i chose to play
but i sure had some times
and now i see ive had my day
i used to travel the country
coast to coast
my voice was like a bell
now im just an old man
with a passel of stories to tell
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it was the night the romans came out of their graves
to reclaim their empire, or what was left of it
caligula floated like a cloud and burst above gibralter
screaming, "where am i? what am i? why am i ?"
life is a war
when it is over
the flowers on the battlefield
lie crushed
death is a door
into a clover
that spreads into gardens
of dust
it was the night of the ghost dance in the black hills
and the soul of crazy horse broke out of the prison
that was george washington's chisled face
screaming, "where am i? what am i? why am i ?"
life is a war
when it is over
the flowers on the battlefield
lie crushed
death is a door
into a clover
that spreads into gardens
of dust
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WE ARE GOING TO EAT YOU
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THE LEAF
I am the leaf
that continues to shake
when the storm is over
why do i remain
when others have fallen?
when the bees
have all flown
to capistrano
and the flowers
die unfertilized
without pollen
why do i remain
on this desolate plain
the summers too cold
he winters too hot
the worst is remembered
the best is forgot
the last leaf hanging
above blueberry vines
held aloft by a tree
and its evergreen spine
how long must i suffer
and linger in pain
when all i have loved
have in mercy been slain?
I am the leaf
that continues to shake
when the storm is over
why do i remain
when others have fallen?
when the bees
have all flown
to capistrano
and the flowers
die unfertilized
without pollen
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she had the beauty
and you had the guts
and i had the music
that united us
those were good days
before the water turned sour
when Paris was free
and the world was still ours
we will always have Paris
you two and we three
although Paris is burning
and its just you and me
i remember the night
we left on the train
alone without beauty
and your love was in vain
in Casablanca
we two have been safe
in the sanctuary
of your cafe
we will always have Paris
you two and we three
although Paris is burning
and its just you and me
but danger is a lady
when beauty returns
it is not only Paris
but the world that will burn
if petty emotion
and love's inner greed
is stronger than the courage
through which mankind is freed
we will always have Paris
you two and we three
although Paris is burning
and its just you and me
this life was one more stumble
in the battle for love and glory
but in the next life
rick and ilsa are gonna get it right
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released February 22, 2024
This album is dedicated to my beloved wife Kelly (July 26, 1980 - February 11, 2024), my soul and inspiration forever.
