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et al.
02:57
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I'm tired of taking
Can't get enough of this old world
Another auctioneer, a fist inside of his mouth
Watching it happen, tide rolled in and it washed us out
What was enough back then, is more than enough right now
How are we missing
Every train with love lights on?
Oh how the rainbow bends, turn around and it's already gone
Watching it happen, trouble ahead that everyone saw
I thought I knew back then, but I knew nothing at all
et al, et al, et al, et al
Wired and shaking
hungry hawk on a power line
I thought the message sent, I thought it was clear by now
Watching it happen, death rolls in like a wave at night
Aint it mystical, becoming nothing at all
et al, et al, et al, et al
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2. |
going mad
02:40
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let's jump in, there's no time to pretend
there's no end, only signs of one
violet wind, going mad
see the kids, spinning round the bush
pretty baby, it's not happy or sad
it's going mad, going mad
magic turns, from white to black
feel my heartbeat, pound against your back
going mad, going mad
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3. |
far, far, far
04:15
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4. |
juneberry
02:33
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missing you friend, wherever you are right now
I'm here by the river, keeping your love in mind
wishing we could talk one more time, hear your voice at the end of the line
it comes to an end, like everything here must do
but before the winter comes, let me borrow some time from you
wishing we could walk one more time, fall in step still the rhythm's right
all of the gold, never distracted you
you give like a juneberry tree, and never asked a thing from me
wishing we could talk one more time, hear your voice at the end of the line
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5. |
too busy fallin in love
02:26
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when I think on you, which is all the time
we're laughing while the world's on fire
we're running while the sunshine follows us home
too busy you know, too busy falling in love
when I drink on you, you know I take my time
can't steal my imagination
they're talking but I don't hear nothing at all
too busy you know, too busy falling in love
when it's me and you, we'd rather walk than fly
we're stopping while the flower open
they're saying it's a crazy look in our eyes
too busy you know, too busy falling in love
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6. |
beside myself
02:52
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I feel like a thief, who's stolen a feast
I strangled the beast, so why can't I breathe?
I'm beside myself
after a while, all of the smiles
a fee for the raven, who holds your denial
I'm beside myself
and when you run from what you need
pressure builds behind your fantasy
and all the love left in my will
is buried in the silent on the hill
I'm beside myself
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7. |
losing side
02:30
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come on baby, don't try to win, after the money's spent
come join me on the losing side, that's where all the love is
I know he promised you, speed of light, when you drops you off at night
come join me on the losing side, that's where all the love it
down and out, sleeping through the war
I hang with a crowd who doesn't know the score
we're the losing kind, honey that's where all the love is
where's my man who could strike a deal, once wore a suit and tie
but now he's on the losing side, that's where all the love is
you should see him, he's on the grass, staring up at the sky
dreaming bout the losing side, that's where all the love is
down and out, sleeping through the war
I hang with a crowd who doesn't know the score
we're the losing kind, honey that's where all the love is
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8. |
ice fishing
03:38
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when you rise up from the dead, you come and see me anytime
I dropped a diamond in the sand, now I'll be poor for all my life
ice fishing, in perfect circles, I held your laughter like a prayer
I know I'll hear it again, I know I'll hear it again
shaking hands with yesterday, does anything truly ever wash away?
I found the time to hook the bait, now I watch the line and wait
ice fishing, in perfect circles, my hereafter and today
I know I'll see you again, I know I'll see you again
when it feels wrong, we suffocate it back into a dream
it takes so long, to walk out the door and say goodbye
ice fishing, in perfect circles, and when there's nothing more to say
we can only sing it, my friend, I know I'll see you again
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9. |
tailspin
03:28
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is there a hole, deep enough, is there a free, free enough?
sticks to the throat and it won't go down
hydra head that killed our love
through a rock through the warehouse door
had enough but went out for more
now I'm caught in a tailspin
I lived and died, and lived again, cursed myself, and sang a sigh
oh to see the small delights
takes one night for things to change
whiplash till a vision came
fell asleep on her window pane
now I'm caught in a tailspin
a darkness came, that multiplied, a sleep that lasted, a thousand nights
with half of me on the other side, caught in a tailspin
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10. |
you
02:49
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before you go, to your final exit
I hope you find, your connection
fly baby fly, it all belongs in you
saw you dancing, on the freeway
you had a smile, that comes the free way
fly baby fly, it all belongs in you
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Pat Hull Chico, California
"Pat Hull has a voice that’s rare in today’s musical landscape that’s absolutely captivating and frankly, unseen in contemporary music, or at least isn’t done this well." (Nerdist)
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