1. |
I will
03:32
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I will strive to be all that you would hope for
And I will sometimes be all that and more
And I will often fall in the deep end
And I will sometimes wake up on the floor
I will, be inspired, I think, by new friends
I will, still take a drink with my old friends
And I will, sometimes go search out for more
When I do, I'll always end up at our door
For you, you dear, mean everything
oh you, you do mean everything
Oooh la la la
In a book that sits beside of our bed,
There's a line that I can't seem to clear out of my head
Telling stories of old, that bend and unfold throughout the night
Tell me things that I do, things that I say, are alright...
With you, who means everything
For you, you do mean everything
Ooooh la la la
For you, you do mean everything
and you, you should be everything
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2. |
Fall Down With You
04:43
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Time is a treasure that you won't track down
Not a place to run to
It's a touch or a smile that lasts just a while,
not a place to run to
It's where I fall, with you
There's a stranger in the way; A ghost for a day
That hides a bit of you
It's an untrodden trail that leads its way to you
It's where I fall down, I fall down with you
Where I fall down, fall down with you
There's a word on a page that is written in a way
That leads its way through
To an actor on a stage, it's yet another play
That ends a bit too soon
Stay another day
Play a little while
Hide yourself
Take a little time
It's a breath, not a light, that guides my way to you
It's how I fall down, I fall down with you
It's where I fall down with you
Time is a pleasure that we won't have long
Not a game to rush through
So break another smile, stay a little while
Hide yourself, take a little time,
Let the river inside rush for a while in you
And let me fall down with you
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3. |
Hours Made
05:18
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Caught up in the landslide
Caught up in your rain
I thought that when I found you I'd be dancing once again
The hours spent to love you
the hours spent to try
truth is now I found you, I'll go hiding for a while
All the notes I wrote you
I'd write them once again
Written for a stranger, who soon became a friend
Tell it to me all night
Tell me once again
Tell me I'll be alright
Just Tell me anything
All the complications
All the lines were said
All the iterations of better plan ahead
I was made to love you
I always meant to try
Tied a thread around you, let's go running for a while
Try to find your way home tonight
It's been a long day
And both of us know it
It doesn't matter at all, she said,
It's been a long day
You're starting to show it
You can't make sense of it all
It doesn't matter at all
You can't make sense of it all…
Find yourself in another place
All of the time you're just running away
Find yourself in another phase
It's always, it's always, the same...
It doesn't matter at all
Try to paint yourself another face
Before all colors are fading away
Always temper what you ought to say
It's always the same
It doesn't matter at all
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4. |
No Guarantees
03:47
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Put your eyes to the mirror
Now, who could that be?
Who's torn out the pages
From the books that you read?
You took all you wanted.
Did you take what you need?
Did you leave some for others?
Because there's others in need
There are prophets among us
That we don't need to see
And though they stand among us,
They come, they come,
With no guarantees
So, you line up your profits
And plant your little seed
And you claim it's an honest
Living you need
You line up before us
Do we look good on our knees?
As you're making a promise,
It's certainly not, nor never guaranteed
Eye for an eye was all that I could see
I was advised that all advice was free
Never guaranteed
Put your eyes to the mirror
Now who could that be?
Making claims like a prophet
For all the troubles we breed
Put a light on the pages
For they're getting hard to read
When the words blow away
They come, they come with no guarantees
Eye for an eye was all that I could see
I was advised that all advice was free, but never guaranteed
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5. |
Storyteller
05:18
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So glad to be here, outside your door
So many came here, and many more, just run away
Nurses, doctors, and lawyers too
Storytellers, they all run to you
And run away
Oooh, but I have something to say
We're not worth it, in any way
I heard rustling along the line
Broken whispers, forgotten lies - they tell to you
Out of sadness, out of the fields
Out of their minds, in so many ways
They come to you
Ooh, but I have something to say
Feel like something is on the way
Your house of worship has locked the doors
Though many came here, there's many more
were turned away
Oooh, but I had something to say
Oooh, we're not worth it in any way
Storyteller, on the fence
Won't you tell us
How it ends
Storyteller, on the fence
Won't you tell us
How it ends
Won't you tell us
How it ends
Won't you tell us
How it ends
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A serpent slips into the river
Lifts his head as if to smile
The mustached man cast a line as he falls
It seems to happen all the time
Up above floats in the water
Some teenage boys who dance and whine
The awkward one, he gets made fun of
which seems to happens all the time
Did you think of this all
By yourself?
Did you think of this all
By yourself?
You had it all worked out
We talk of plans and our direction
Silly songs, we tell dirty jokes
We have to choose from the selection
Whomever's lies we like the most
Did you think of this all
By yourself?
Did you think of this all
Just by yourself?
Did you think of this all?
You had it all worked out
The police they came again this morning
Another man had jumped our fence
They brought a dog. They tried to catch him.
And Roger's talking to himself again
Did you think of this all
By yourself?
Did you think of this all
Just by yourself?
Did you think of this all?
Because it's all worked out
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7. |
Side of the Road
04:27
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She put on
A worried face that I should have known
And there was I
Kept thinking I should be ready to go
I took a drive
From Minnesota to the beautiful coast
The winds were high
There was a man by the side of the road
With a cane by the side of the road
He had no eye
But had a lie like I should have known
He asked if I
Could take him him down to the rodeo
To see his sister at the rodeo
This is no time to reflect, you better turn around and take him
This is no time to regret, what it is that you did
This is not time to reflect, you better turn around and just take him
Because in the morning you'll get what it is that you did
It was a lie
There was no sister at the rodeo
And there was I
Thinking I should be ready to go
Just thinking I should be ready to go
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The Color Forty Nine San Diego, California
The band hails from San Diego, California, where pretty much everything is nice. For this first recording, they have mined
a collection of seven musical stories from their surroundings, daily life, countries traveled, and the fortunate proximity of neighboring Tijuana, Mexico.
Collectively, they have been members of bands such as the Black Heart Procession, the Album Leaf, and Maquiladora.
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