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Take me out in the sun
like you knew I was great
like you knew I was gone
like you knew I was late
you could tell I was wrong
but I wanted to stay
in your arms for a while
in your arms for a day
I know, when I wanna hold you
close, when I wanna hold you
hold you, hold you, hold you
who are you anyway?
with your hands and your shoes
I’ve been lost in the sound
of the blues
I’ve been lost, I been found
I’ve been out in the sound
I’ve been all of the lights in the skyline
I know, when I wanna hold you
close, when I wanna hold you
hold you, hold you, hold you
when you were just a girl
in another country
with your colors and thoughts
and so free
like a flower in song
like a bird in the sky
like we go when we know we must die
you go…farther than the water
goes… farther than the water…
water…water…water…
when I said I was wrong
I did not understand
you were lost in the sound
of your own city’s band
and your own little heart
like my bones in the sand
like my bones in the back of your hand
I know, when I wanna hold you
close, when I wanna hold you
hold you, hold you, hold you
Take me out in the street
I don’t want to be wrong
I’m a singer lost in a song
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Like The Singers of Old
05:36
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I walk in the cold
like the singers of old
and I do what I’m told
when they fall
through the rain and the stars
I’ve been singing in bars
for the people I know
and their walls
is there something you know
that could sing to my soul?
that could wring out my heart
from this cold
that could sing all the songs
that I heard when I was gone
from the people I know
and their walls
I don’t believe in all the stories
I was told when I was younger
There’s a lot I don’t believe anymore
But I see there are walls
And I see there are-are-are walls
Where they go…
like the snow
On a cool summer’s day
I was lost in the wake
I was singing along
to your song
There’s a century of sound
still escaping from the ground
where I left it in the sun
on that wall
I don’t believe in all the stories
that I told when I was younger
there’s a lot I don’t believe anymore
And I know there are walls
And I know there are-are-are walls
Where they go
Where they go…
Da da da da da da
Da-da Da-dum….
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Little Bones
03:50
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I’d love to see you
sitting there alone
in the bar, in my bedroom
sitting there alone
with your hands and your fingers
and your little bones
with your hands and your fingers
and your little bones
I’d love to see you sittin’ there
with your rainbows gone
and I wish I was still in love with
all the things I sung
You were gone, you were gone for me that day
You were gone, you had gone too deep
I’d like to see you naked
and your wings hung on
And your fingers are spinnin’
Da-da-da-da-dah
And the lights go blinkin’
And the rains go soft
and your hands are spinnin’
And your skin so soft
Send me on
Send me o-o-on
Send me o-o-on
Send me o-o-on
we were making love when
the walls came off
everyone was shakin’
and I knew the water
spillin’ in the ocean
was the reason I
had to go in motion
and I want you now
in my hands
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Cartographers
06:31
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take me back to San Francisco
take me back to San Luis Obispo
take me back to Kansas City
take me back to New York City
Susan Sontag… in the city
Jodorowsky… Jodorowsky
and my body…
(and my body…)
Henry Miller… what an asshole
and my father… in his castle
when my body won’t stop
like the rain on a summer spo-o-o-ot
like the rain….
Kerouac and Old Calvino
Salinger and my Bolano
something stupid…like a singer
that I listen…to when winter
comes like it does and I walk to the river park
like I did in the rain when the summer sun was a sta-ar
and I run…
Sunset city in November
something pretty to remember
to remember, to remember
to remember, to remember
take me back to San Francisco
take me back to San Luis Obispo
take me back to Kansas City
I was schooled in the weights of New York City
New York City
New York City
New York City
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