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The Start Of Nothin'
03:35
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I was a young boy runnin’
My shoes a blur
I had something to tell you
Didn’t know where you were
I was a young boy runnin’
Stumblin’ everywhere
Blinded by these age-old tears
Blinded by the sun through your hair
This is the start of nothin’, darlin’
This is the start of nothin’ at all
This is the start of nothin’
This is the start of it all
I was a young boy runnin’
‘Cross the opened fields
Light fading in the ancient sky
And only your face is real
I stand beneath a willow tree
Your straw hat in my hands
I was a young boy runnin’
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2. |
Whatever You Wanted
03:10
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Changed the locks round here
Sure hope you don’t come back
Rearranged the furniture
Just like I like it.
I changed my number
You can’t call me up no more
Strange to be here on my own
But I like it
Whatever you wanted
Whatever you came here about
Whatever you wanted
Well, I’m all out
Whatever you came for
The thing that made you twist and shout
Whatever it was
Well, I’m all out
I gave you everything
Lock and stock and barrel too
Slaved to be right by your side
The one who really cared
I gave myself away
Now I’m starting over
Savin’ all my lovin’
For someone who really cares
I’m all out of sympathy
I’m all out of grace
I’m all out of romance
Stay away from my place
I’m all out of mercy
I’m all out care
I’m all out of money
Go find it elsewhere
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3. |
Crazy Heart
04:32
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What’ll I do with you, crazy heart?
You got the wrong one in your sights again
Your needs, they lead me astray
Crazy heart
What you got in store for me today?
Now, don’t you start
your games
Crazy heart
Can’t you tell when everything’s okay?
You’re not to smart
It seems
What’ll I do?
What’ll I do with you?
What’ll I do with you, crazy heart?
Crazy heart
What you got in mind for me tonight?
Now, don’t you start
a scene
Crazy heart
Can’t you tell that everything’s alright?
You tear me apart
With your schemes
What’ll I do?
What’ll I do with you?
What’ll I do with you, crazy heart?
What’ll I do with you, crazy heart?
You got the wrong one in your sights again.
Old friend, won’t you mend your ways?
What’ll I do?
What’ll I do with you?
What’ll I do with you, crazy heart?
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4. |
Losing You
03:54
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Twenty four hours since you been gone
And the daredevil in me carries on
Tossed upon the white waters
I take a spill into the river
It’s not the chill that makes me shiver -
It’s losing you
Two days alone and I’m doin’ great
I take a jump to celebrate
Strapped into a parachute
I wait a while to pull the cord
I miss your smile. Landing’s hard -
Losing you
Reckless, wild
I keep runnin’
I didn’t see this comin’
Losing you
Three full days of rock and roll
This lonesome boy’s out of control
I set the volume to eleven
I’ve played these songs so many times
But something’s wrong…. I’m
Losing you.
A week of tasting everything
The waitress at the diner brings
I watch her lean against the jukebox
Line from a song I heard:
Freedom’s just another word
Losing you
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5. |
Sparrow
03:54
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Sparrow tells me: listen up,
I’m tryin’ to tell you somethin’ good
Your garden’s got the sweetest worms
I like a juicy neighborhood
Sparrow calls as I go by:
Sorrow is not where it’s at
You can’t see where you are goin’
You better watch out for the cat
At least
that’s what
I thought
I heard
And then
it flew
Away,
this bird
Sparrow tells me: get a grip
You’ve lost the plot again somehow
This should be music to your ears
Me telling you to buck up now
Sparrow calls down from the tree
You’re a jackass, that’s confirmed
But don’t despair, I’ll tell you what
Let’s you and I both dig for worms
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6. |
Dream
04:35
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Dream
Floatin’ here beneath the trees
Dream
Scent of huckleberry on the breeze
‘Moon River’ playin’ softly somewhere
Just around the bend
A crash of dishes and it seems my armchair
Has run aground again
I’m comin’ round again
Dream
Don’t fade to black
Dream
If I don’t move an inch
and no one pinches me
Won’t you come driftin’ back?
Dream
Clouds underneath my balloon
Dream
I reach out and touch the moon
‘Come Fly With Me’ playing softly somewhere
Down on land
A siren screams and it seems my armchair
Has run aground again
I’m coming down again
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7. |
A Fool Who Cries
03:52
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No easy passage on to glory
For an hombre cut right down to size
Nobody’s dyin’ to hear the story
Of a fool who cries
No medals for the souls who lay low
In quiet rooms to hide their eyes
Nobody’s gonna put a halo
On a fool who cries
I’m the original
Weeping clown whose teardrops spill
Too easily
I get emotional
There is no cure, no pill
No remedy
For a fool who cries
No cheering ringside for the fearful
Shadow-boxers don’t take home a prize
In the loser’s corner, hurt and tearful
Stands a fool who cries
It’s not fair
I was next in line
It’s not fair
I never got mine
It’s not fair
Everyone stops to stare
at fool who cries
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8. |
Go Get Along
02:58
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There you go
Goin’ over every
Detail of my wayward ways
Every slip
Every trip that laid me low
Each wasted day
Have your say
It’s plain to see
It’s up to me
I’ll just go
Get along
Now I know
Nothin’ gives you satisfaction
Quite like keeping score
It’s clear
Clearing out my things
I should have done this long before
Don’t be sore
It’s plain to see
It’s up to me
I’ll just go
Get along
Right or wrong
We couldn’t get along
It’s plain as day
I have to say
I’ll just go
Get along
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9. |
Before
02:49
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Anyone would say
These were hard times
Anyone would say
The tide was risin’ round your door
Why didn’t you stay
Under the covers
Like before
Anyone would think
You’d never known trouble
Anyone would think
There’d be no better times in store
Why didn’t you sink
Under the covers
Like before
I’m counting
Every wave that breaks here
Where you washed up on the shore
And wanting
Everything to be the way it was
Before
Anyone should know
You keep on fighting
Anyone should know
You keep on holding out for more
Why didn’t you go
Under the covers
Like before
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10. |
High
03:16
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High as a satellite
Taking in the view
High in this starry night
Orbiting round you
When you’re here
When you’re near me
O I just float away
Won’t you stay
Here near me
Everyday.
High in the rafters
And there ain’t no coming down
High on your laughter
Keeps me holdin’ on
When you’re here
When you’re near me
The blues just fall away
Won’t you stay
Here near me
Everyday.
Just one glance
You smile at me
I start to lose my ground
There’s no chance
For gravity
When you’re around
I’m high
High as the morning star
Waking next to you
High, ‘cause there you are
And no-one else will do
When you’re here
When you’re near me
I feel like I can fly
Won’t you stay
Here near me
And I’m high
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11. |
Sad Songs
03:09
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Sad sad songs
Don’t ya start
Before too long
I’ll be a mess
I’ll fall apart
On my own
Now you’re gone
Sittin’ here in the dark
Singing sad, sad songs
All the sad songs
All the sad songs
I know
Sad sad songs
Let ‘em flow
Before too long
I’ll open up and
Just let go
All alone
The only one
Sittin’ here in the dark
Singing sad, sad songs
Night after night it’s all I can do
Wondrin’ are you singing those sad songs too
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12. |
The Long Ride Home
03:24
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Joey’s ridin’ shotgun
he’s crankin’ up the heat
Tommy’s yellin’: C’mon. Let’s go
And he’s slapping on my seat
I toot the horn for Jake
there’s a girl he had to meet
O, the boys are back in town, alright,
the boys are back in town tonight
All aboard, boys, for the long ride home
There’s a grind of shifting gears,
music still ringing in our ears,
All abroad, boys, for the long ride home
We killed tonight, that’s what they said,
we knocked ’em dead
Joey’s bitchin’ ‘bout the cold
What he says strikes up a spark
And Tommy goes all silent
Writes a new song in the dark
And Jake… well, there’s a cryin’ girl
as he steps out of the park
The boys’ll break your heart, its true,
the boys’ll break your heart in two
All aboard, boys, for the long ride home
There’s a grind of shifting gears,
music still ringing in our ears,
All abroad, boys, for the long ride home
We killed tonight, that’s what they said,
we knocked ’em dead
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BobBradshawMusic Boston, Massachusetts
Irish-born, Boston-based Bob Bradshaw has been exploring many facets of Americana music in the thirty years he’s lived in the States – from the Texas singer-songwriters he strives to emulate to the high-energy roots-rock he plays in bar bands any night of the week. He has lived in New York City and in San Francisco, where his rock band ‘Resident Aliens’ was a fixture during the 90’s. ... more
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