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On My Way
04:24
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I’m gonna make a compartment where all the bad goes,
And I’ll take it to market, sell it in bulk,
And they’ll buy it in full.
It’ll be a long, long time,
Since I backed up,
(And I’m gathering dust.)
You’ve never been the one who adds too much salt.
In the weather of the wise, I only find fault,
But it’s never their fault.
And it’s been a long, long time,
Since you got out.
It’s time to get out.
I never had to turn my heart around.
I never had to turn on back now.
I’m on my way, on my way.
I never had to turn my heart around.
And now you know I’m changing tack, ya,
I’m on my way, on my way.
And I can see sky from 20 below,
And I can get by, wherever I go,
Oh my Shenandoah.
And it’s been a long, long time,
Since I got out.
It’s time to get out.
It’s time to get out.
Now let’s all go down to Fair.
Follow me on down to Fair.
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2. |
Creatures
04:03
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Not a single thought running through my head.
Sure beats a crowded room and a stressful bed
It whispers loud, the wind howling through the trees
And we’re all just creatures, you and me
She always asks why I’m so quiet
Since when is a smile not good enough
I’ll sit right here, stay with my breath and dreams
Some day my mind will be a well oiled machine
Close your eyes, open wide
Close your eyes, but don’t play dead
Don’t play dead
Climb the hill from common ground
Don’t feed the monkey crowd
It’s all so simple when you leave the keys at home
This creature in me gets a chance to roam
Close your eyes, open wide
Close your eyes, but don’t play dead
Don’t play dead
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3. |
Downtown
06:48
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Iris they open on up.
Ol’ miss Isis she shone her cup.
The lights give a wink,
The fire she stares me down,
The old man he’s callin' me back to town.
It’s not a good day for my heart to go down to the ground,
So I’ll wait for the clouds to burn.
It’s not a day, a day to go downtown,
I’ve seen the way those people move.
Well today’s not the right time for me,
To be sharing my wear on my sleeve.
Take heed and take hold,
And another time we’ll fly,
But for now these boots they are staying dry.
If we all let our love lamps burn,
Cause we all see the weather’s turned.
If we all give a wink,
To the hardness that stares us down,
Our kindness it will light up the town.
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4. |
Empty Street
03:54
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Would you laugh on an empty street?
Would you go down easily?
Would you laugh on an empty road?
Road …
Would you laugh and play with wood,
Or the diamond near the road?
In the flatbed late to sleep,
And the wake taller than the trees.
You in the back.
Me in the back, whoa.
You in the back,
Me in the back, whoa.
I’ve said my mind.
I’ve found my peace.
Follow me where the Banyon grows,
Follow me on your bicycle.
2 wheels on an empty street,
2 wheels on an empty road.
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5. |
Ventura 98
00:53
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6. |
Further Away
04:01
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7. |
Doe Bay
04:08
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In the Bay of Doe he’s starin’ at the coast.
He seldom sees her sitting on her own.
14 miles behind, a dozen to the dime,
His next best hope she’s in Rosario.
All this time he’s had one thing to say:
“You’re the reason I’ve walked all this way.”
To city life he’s gone, oh slow, unspoken, long.
A mindless life can make your heart go numb.
What he forgot to say on the shore of Doe Bay...
Jesus, give the man a mulligan.
All this time he’s had one thing to say:
“You’re the reason I’ve walked all this way.”
The luck that lies beneath, his greatest luxury:
He’s got all day and night to wait it out.
Heeds the man’s advice, he knows to give it time:
“Time heals all in real estate and love.”
All this time he’s had one thing to say:
“You’re the reason I’ve walked all this way.”
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8. |
Jimmy Waltz
03:35
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9. |
When You Come Around
04:03
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3 years by myself and I don’t know when I’ve smiled last,
When you comin round now baby,
When you comin round?
Choppin wood don’t seem so bad,
Until you’re chopping wood for one.
That pile will be high for you baby,
When you come around.
Oh my, oh my, oh my love.
La la, la la, la la, love.
La la, la la, la, oh my love.
This old box is all I got that talks to me anymore.
I’ll sing you a song now baby,
If you come around.
Maybe I should get on up and go find you in the city.
When you come around now baby,
When you come around.
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WUCA
00:45
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It goes bad, I toss it there,
Kick the can to the bandit’s hair.
And we all know his melody,
He hides it in the air he breathes.
The slice he turns to daily serve,
The hunger behind the wall.
And he knows the thing he grows,
One is love, while the other calls.
And here’s our man, he’s number 3.
His soles are strong but not his sleep.
And he don’t know what he’s walking toward,
And he don’t know what he left behind.
It takes a lot to recall a dream,
To remember that we are free.
The falling leaves are a little green,
And the grass is a little brown.
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12. |
To The Show
05:57
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Her eyes in her forehead.
Her ears they have eyes.
Her brain's in her belly.
In the trees, she hears what they’re saying.
Her feet they have roots.
She wears her wings.
No one can see her.
The light’s on her tongue.
The night’s in her eyes.
And they’ve come. They’re gathered around her.
They gather in song.
They gather in love.
The band tells her story.
The band kicks up dust,
The dust makes the sky.
Oh One, it’s slow and so empty.
It’s all that we are,
It’s all she’s become.
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Adam Williams Seattle, Washington
Adam Williams is a Seattle-based alt Americana storyteller and guitar player. His melodic guitar lines, vivid lyrics, and expressive arrangements elicit the nostalgia of bands like Wilco, Dire Straits/Mark Knopfler, and The Grateful Dead, while incorporating modern influences to create an eclectic blend of styles. ... more
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