1. |
Finally, First Light
04:13
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While fog fuzzes fluorescence
The moon drowns in a down gown
Reluctant to rest or even request a trip to Celeste's
For one of her best back rubs
Not wantin' no one to see you so 'lone
Looking so lavender blue
That you shut your blinds in lieu of your eyelids
Lurking in all your eight corners and circling the floor
Now making it to boring may take al night
Finally, first light
Well you fight like a fish out of water
Flailing, not failing at anything
Fronting and gushing so no one will call you selfish
But just giving yourself away
Confined by your conclusions and looking for the easy way out
But you're your own best example, babe
You know what I'm talking about
And now the big city don't burn as bright
Finally, first light
Well your checkmate just bounced
You're on your last ounce
The man down at redemption don't wanna honor your discounts
When you judge yourself but the guilt don't atone
You feel like a swinger on a seesaw alone
You're obsessed with your reflection 'cause you don't like what you see
But the mirror moves at the speed on black, babe
Looking back constantly
You really shouldn't mind, the more you get shined
The brighter off you'll be
Things'll come into focus once I'm out of sight
Finally, first light
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2. |
Blue In The Eye
04:36
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Well I thought I'd favor freedom
Til my baby up and left
Now I ain't got no future
'Cause I can't see past myself
And I got no one now to hear me out or see me through
The grass is always greener
But mine's always blue
So I thought I'd need the trees for a while
The water and the stars
Had it up to here with makeup models
Traffic lights and bars
Now I'm in the middle of nowhere
Wanting women, wine, or you
The grass is always greener
But mine's always blue
Mama called it misperception
Papa said I's colorblind
I was just as certain as mistaken the entire time
Saw something that felt right
But could not see it through
Well I know my time's a-coming
But it's long overdue
As curiosity and questions in my gut did grind
Investigation yielded answers honest and unkind
I was sick of speculation
Til I found out what was true
The grass is always greener
And mine's always blue
Now I'm on the move and the world whistles by my windshield
I turned my mind's eye to the sky and asked as I kneeled
Deliver me to somewhere between anchored and unglued
'Cause the grass is always greener
But mine's always blue
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3. |
Undertaking
03:33
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I was just dealt a wound that left a welt in
My soul and side
Everything that mattered once has all shattered
Dissatisfied
Now I need refreshin'
Like a first impression, I've hit the wall
But I make no melodrama
I'm enough nirvana so's not to crawl
But don't you point a finger if I come across
Like a deadbeat lover who's cut his loss
Check yourself for bleeding
Make sure you weren't feeding off me
Everybody lined up so you made your mind up
To take the plunge
But why am I included?
I'm so much better suited to one-on-ones
I'm with you in spirit
Cancel my apearance
I love you all
But my body gets busy and pretense makes me dizzy with protocol
And I'm a little different
You know it's true
It's always been what's separated me from you
Write when we feel reveal and we'll peel the layers
Of prayers
From ours
And theirs
I'm clearing out my closets
Yesterday's deposits are about to spill
So it's off to fresh kills island to keep it all from piling up
Against my will
Now, I hope that you will not take my renewal
Too personal
This really ain't about you
I don't aim to doubt you at all, in all
But I could drop a thousand dollars down a well
And wait like a fool for some chump to tell
So why not just let go before you go retro on me
Upon me
You warned me
You want me
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4. |
Phoenix
04:47
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Competition
Oh, where's it gettin' me?
If I were further 'long or stronger
I'd think different, probably
Oh, I was bolder when I's younger
But I believe the best's ahead
You got your health if you ain't hurtin'
When you can't feel you're dead
Now I've been places I ain't proud of
But I've allowed love
To serve me up my share of shame
See, I feel, feel the suffering's real when
My head ain't in the game
Well, I had a sneaking suspicion
When you read me your poetry
And I was sold the week that we spent
Underneath the apple tree
Ain't that just like me?
Nothing I won't give away
But without clout in a confession
I haven't much point to pray
Now I've been places I ain't proud of
But I've allowed love
To simply have its way with me
But now I feel, feel the cupid's heel and
It's digging into me
Reputations
Everybody has got one
I understand he is a brave man
For trying to take me on
Now, I don't mean to sound childish
But I did see you first
We were on the dock and dreaming
About to be immersed
But I don't care to speculate on what you might want from
A young soul or an old flame
So I've learned, learned to feel the burn and
Now Phoenix is my name
Yes, I've learned, learned to feel the burn and
Now Phoenix is my name
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5. |
Admiring My Observations
02:24
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Admiring my observations
Just read a letter never sent
Feeling like a million dollars
Someone's given up or spent
Oh, how much can I fit at the top of my list
Before doubling over?
Dust and ashes, make way, and fall where they may
No more troubling over
I don't believe in getting older
'Cause I don't believe in missing youth
Believe one could always be a bit wiser
O Lord, ain't that the truth
In spite of all that you've heard from princes tortured
By the gift of a goldmine
Oh, remember the sound
Redemption comes 'round
Maybe once in a lifetime
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6. |
Mile Marker 101
05:28
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Blue moon on a
Rough ride through the
Southwest in a
Lincoln, thinking'
'Bout all of the old folks back at home
U-turn into
Rubber burn
Last drag
Out of state tags
Radio reaching for San Antone
Rock salt on the heels of winter
Eating at the underbelly of my car
She may not have long to go
Never thought she'd come this far
And you know that I'm hungry, too
And want to do for one another
I'll start someday fro scratch
Beyond the limits of luxury lies
Indomitability
And boys, I'm about to hatch
A little more of your harlotry? Please!
I wasn't kidding when I turned the keys
Mother figure you're a native angel
Motherfucker you're a crack in my skull
Bells, whistles, glitz, gloom
An attitude is all I can assume
Airs and instincts about to bloom
An attitude is all I can assume
Same old cat in a new costume
An attitude is all I can assume
High noon nearing
Low tide in a
King cab down'
Eighty, maybe
Carolina coastline serpentine
Eavesdrop on a
Truckstop
Lowdown on a
County mounty
Citizen's band number 19
Hitchhiker from Germany
Practicing her English on me
Bluegrass broadcast on my CB
Making me lovesick for Tennessee
Bells, whistles, glitz, gloom
An attitude is all I can assume
Airs and instincts about to bloom
An attitude is all I can assume
Same old cat in a new costume
An attitude is all I can assume
Be gone!
Be gone!
Be gone!
Be gone!
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Oh, I remember candlelight, love
And I remember cabernet
And I remember staying home, love
Fridays after we got paid
But now I'm flat broke
My money's spent by morning
And I wake up on the lawn
'Cause it's wine and beer when you're here
And whiskey when you're gone
Oh, I remember total silence
For hours at a time
Lyin' quiet in your arms, love
Dos Equis with a slice of lime
But now you're not here to tell my troubles to
So I'll chew someone's ear off 'til dawn
'Cause it's wine and beer when you're here
And whiskey when you're gone
Oh, I remember looking up, love
At all the stars in the sky
But now I bow my head so low, love
And I don't even want to try
But I won't look back there's nothing there no more
For me to hang my hopes upon
'Cause it's wine and beer when you're here
And whiskey when you're gone
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8. |
Lonesome Soul
03:05
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Me, I'm a lonesome soul
Sorrow swallows me whole
But nothing ever lasts
So all this, too, will pass
And when I push through
My doubts will be few
My will'll move too darn fast
And I might come-a-knockin'
Or give you a ring
It may be in autumn
It may be come spring
Aw, misery misled me
As hard as I tried
Let it go or bring it on I'm about as satisfied
And I might come-a-knockin'
Or give you a ring
It may be in autumn
It may be come spring
Aw, misery has misled me
For the last time
Let it go or bring it on I'm about as satisfied
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9. |
Keecker
03:39
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I used to sit perfectly paralyzed
Lost in thought and feeling my conscience rise
Man, I wish you could have seen me ration'lize
I would even invite the darkness in
Fighting back and taking it on the chin
Now I've no more wars to wage or win
And I do swear as I do sing
That I will welcome everything
O Susanna, I couldn't have planned a better morning
Since our Sunday in Sausalito
I ain't got all the facts but I feel I know
The beacon was speakin' I could feel it glow
And I don't think Lolita was all that psyched
Having had her puberty open-miked
And all this fuss over some guy she kinda liked
But I do swear as I do sing
That I will welcome everything
O Susanna, I couldn't have planned a better morning
Like the word that's heard without a sound
Like the Holy Ghost growing in the ground
You're the kind I consult when there's no one 'round
And I do swear as I do sing
That I will welcome anything
O Susanna, I couldn't have planned a better morning
O Susanna, I couldn't have planned a better morning
O Susanna, I couldn't have planned a better morning
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10. |
What Could Be Better
03:50
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What could be better than a world made of nothing
No car alarms
Cellular phones
Broken homes
What could be better than a world made of nothing
No credit cards
Singles bars
Broken hearts
What could be better than a world made of nothing
No car alarms
Cellular phones
To call my own
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