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Love Gets in the Way
03:46
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i’ve made love with one eye on the door
and i’ve left good rooms with nothing to say
i wanted to love them
but love got in the way
i wanted to love them
but love gets in the way
and so what if everything’s changed
and so what if i’ve held out for more
i’m wild in places
i wasn’t before
i’m all wild in places
i wasn’t before
so come on and make a mess of me
i won’t walk away
i’m as ready as i’ll ever be
i won’t walk away
i want to be fed by you
i want to be led by you
i thought i wanted freedom
but love got in the way
i went looking for freedom
but love got in the way
so come on and make a mess of me
i won’t walk away
i’m as ready as i’ll ever be
i won’t walk away
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2. |
Fred Astaire
03:50
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i’m caught
i’m seen through
if you were a chivalrous man,
you’d know what to do
you’re a sad prince
you’re my most humble pie
and under serious oath
you’re my sweetest lie
i had a dream that you danced
just like fred astaire
i sat and watched, leaning back
as you glided on air around me
i’d do anything you want
look what you’ve done
i’d be a game that you play
much too easily won
i’m too easily won
and i don’t care
what you do
who strokes your hair
where you run off to
mill street tonight is twinkling like stars
hollywood dust under seventies cars
i miss you
i’d do anything you want
look what you’ve done
i’d be a game that you play
much too easily won
i’m too easily won
and what do you remember
after too much sweet wine;
that you woke up hungover
or that you had a good time?
well, i had a good time
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he was blessed - the best of us
& now the boy is gone
he was so beautiful & stupid
he’d go swimming with his boots on
you spend too much time with strangers
you spend too much time alone
& you need someone to leave a light on
when you’re headed home
somebody leave a light on
if someone told you you’d be tied to some wicked
& some beautiful dreams
and go clanking town to town
now - like a tortured dog
now - like a wedding car
till you’re a tough old telephone pole,
naked & stuck to a sad stretch of road
calling up everyone you know
somebody leave a light on
i know love is everywhere
whatever ground you stand on
i’ll take what sight is offered me
whatever lights you turn on
somebody leave a light on
is there anybody out there
is there anybody out there
shit this town is nowhere
is there anybody home
(you’re a tough old telephone pole
naked & stuck to a sad stretch of road
calling up everyone you know)
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Postcards From Downtown
05:05
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i lost all my faith in love
on those stairs that november
i know it meant a lot at the time
now i can barely remember
it’s been a long time
it’s been a long time
you said i’ve been alone so long
that i’ve got big theories of lonely
and that i drag them all over town
just to look occupied
but i’m learning something
i’m doing time
red light, green light
one, two, three
have you come to conquer me?
it’s been a long time
hey i know how to take in all kinds
of heartless offers
and i’ve learned how to hand back a few
and i’ve come as close to love
as to walking on water
so what could i do with you?
what will i do with you?
i’m going out now i’ll send you some
postcards from downtown
i’ll show you all the apartments
where i got my degrees
where i’d fall like small dreams
where i’d fade like bright leaves
red light, green light
one, two, three
have you come to conquer me?
it’s been a long time
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5. |
Miss Liberty
04:39
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miss liberty
i’m miss liberty - give me your junkies -
your irresponsible drummers
i’ve swept my halls clean of clean
your kitchen rangers-
your wingtip dayrunners
plant your flags and make your promise
to my promised land
& we’ll make love to the new frontier
in the hot beach sand
you’ll hold me like a drowning man
you’ll come at me too human
& drag me down again
& leave me
broken like a spine
split open like a melon dropped from a
high, high place
i like this country - she’s like a whore
who loves her junkies - who loves
all her sad outlaws
lifting her skirt to tease & flirt with the wretched
who’ve washed up at her shores
when we die i hope someone’s god
takes us in like immigrants
& we’ll make love in the leftover light
of heaven’s tenements
you’ll hold me like a drowning man
you’ll come at me too human
& drag us down again - you’ll leave me
broken like a spine
split open like a melon dropped from a
high, high place
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monroe
04:19
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monroe’s gone round the bend again
may never make it home
when he arrives she almost always lets him in
you can’t take him on when he’s like this
you can’t leave him alone
where’s he been
last time that i saw you
i thought you were doing fine
i was broke and coming down from new orleans
talk about the business
what they do to you this time
we try not to complain, but we complain
they just break your heart again
now he’s burning all his bridges
now he’s skipping across the water like a smooth, flat stone
now he’s scratching cause it itches
now he’s slurring on the phone
i like your picture – are you alone?
i like your picture
monroe’s gone round the bend again
she couldn’t make him stay
there’s too much trouble to get into everywhere
his devil called at midnight
now his angel’s gone to pray
it’s a wonder he’s alive, but he’s alive somewhere
y’know the city guys are dangles
every time you take the stage
they’re swelling up like poets
while you’re rattling your cage
you’re all they left the suburbs for
they’d make you all the rage
then they’ll try not to complain, but they’ll complain
when you break their hearts again
chorus
i don’t know i can tell you
you and me will be just fine
that we could stage dive offa porches
into a crowd of dandelions, and be just fine
but all you genius boys
so tortured all the time
all the time
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7. |
last good taste
04:09
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you got me in my place
you got me at the right time
you got me in the right frame of mind
for making love
man, it’s good to see your face
i’ve been living out of suitcases
you know you were the last good taste
i’ve had of love
you’re scared to fly, i’m scared to land
we don’t have a prayer, we don’t have a plan
(i don’t care)
cause you got me in my place
you got me at the right time
you got me in the right frame of mind
for making love
i wish i could haunt you, but i gotta just let that one go
we got too much to do, & there’s enough else to know
(but till you go)
you know you got me in my place
you got me at the right time
you got me in the right frame of mind
for making love
man, it’s good to see your face
i’ve been living out of suitcases
you know you were the last good taste
i’ve had of love
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8. |
Just Like Jack
03:37
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he called me his sweet angel
& he called this sad town heaven
for a time i saw it through him
& i’ve appreciated that
and you-you talk just like him
full of poetry & visions
you don’t see things as they are
you’re making mansions out of shacks
and you’ll be thinking deep thoughts as you’re sneaking out the back
‘cause you’re just like jack. you’re just like jack.
your lips will taste like whiskey
from the local sugarshack
you’ll tell me that i’m pretty
though you’re probably just bored
and everyone will love you
‘cause you blew the dust off this town
you’ll leave everybody wanting
what they didn’t want before
and you would touch us all so deep, but you won’t let us touch you back
‘cause you’re just like jack. yeah, you’re just like jack
with all i got to keep me here -
the baby & my mother
i’ll probably live forever
& have nothing new to say
but don’t you ever cross a river
with that restless heart of yours
you got nothing to hold onto
you’ll just get swept away
but you’ll be beaming like a floodlight when the night is thick & black
‘cause you’re just like jack. you’re just like jack.
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9. |
Paterson
06:45
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“paterson is a big sad poppa in need of a little compassion”
-allen ginsberg
the road still runs by the river
the river still pours into town
by the time you see where you’re headed
you’re half the way down
i was bragging on my independence
saying love leaves you stumbling & dumb
then I go & dissolve just like cotton candy
on the tip of some boy’s tongue
in the crackhouse cellars
in the weary faces
in the burnt out factories
this town knows there’s nowhere left to go but all the way down
we all know there’s nowhere left to go but all the way down
every sad old poppa was a proud young man
full of victories that he almost won
all the mistakes that he made
pave the streets of paterson
we made our concessions to the business
we paid our dues to the wrong guys
and we got deeply screwed
but we don’t let anyone tell us what to do anymore
we need our great falls
in the trash & foam
floats every wish we’ve ever made
this town knows there’s nowhere left to go but all the way down
we all know there’s nowhere left to go but all the way down
oh, mio core (oh, my heart,
oh, mio core oh, my heart,
sto morento i’m dying
ma tu non mi vedi but you don’t see me)
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10. |
Satisfied
02:50
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satisfied
a dream is dying
so comfort me tonight
the clock is lying
i never got it right
i lost the fight
i lost the fight
i'm understanding
i'm overqualified
i think i'm landing
can always say i tried
i'm satisfied
i'm satisfied
it’s goodbye to the circus
and how could i mind?
i found the best sweetheart
that i’ll ever find
his arms are open
and his heart is kind
i felt it coming
before i even knew
the engine’s running
goodbye to cast and crew
i’ll miss them, too
i’ll miss them, too
i leave to the bravest of boystown
my wings
may they search for love
in their passionate flings
be as happy and lonely
as fat little kings
a dream is dying
so comfort me tonight
the clock is lying
i never got it right
i lost the fight
but it’s alright
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Dayna Kurtz New Orleans, Louisiana
Dayna Kurtz is the kind of artist who inspires wild-eyed zealotry among her fans, and there are 3 reasons for it: 1, she's an artist's artist, one whose whiskeyed, determined alto often earns her comparisons with Nina Simone; 2 while Europeans adore her, she's obscenely underappreciated in her own country; and 3, her songs straddle a difficult space between jazz, rock, and folk, & are pure poetry. ... more
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