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FTM
01:56
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Fuck the money, I'm going back to sleep
I built a boat in my dreams
Fuck the money, I'm going out to sea
I built a boat and I named it The Breeze
I'll sail away and I'll spread my wings
I'll spread my wings all over your hard-earned
white picket fence you planted in the dirt
Fuck the money and sail away with me, babe
Come away to my island in the sea
Where the women are all dressed in green,
dressed in flowers and the lime tree leaves
Fuck the money, I'm going back to sleep
I built a boat in my dreams
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2. |
Mako and Moonshine
05:20
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My heroes, they've gone and they've died
Why, I don't know, but they sure lit a fire
My woman, she left me alone
Why, I don't know, but she sure lit a fire
My good friends, they live on a boat
Drinking all day to ease their worried minds
So here we all are, learning to float
to where all good things are measured in slow
So all of you back at home,
don't you worry your souls
We know how to roll
So we wrote you these notes
Sorry if I make you worry, ma
I'm just easing my mind
Sorry if I make you crazy, ma
There's nothing like mako and moonshine
My good friends, they sleep on the beach
Fishing all day, when their bread just won't keep
So here we all are, learning to float
to where all good things are measured in slow
So all of you back at home,
don't you worry your souls
We know how to roll
So we wrote you these notes
Sorry if I make you worry, ma
I'm just easing my mind
Sorry if I make you crazy, ma
There's nothing like mako and moonshine
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I've had no car to drive since the day I nearly died
I'm only twenty five and my shoes they got 300 thousand miles
I've seen twenty five thousand faces and a pocketful of smiles
I'f I'd thrown all my smoked smokes into one big fucking pile
I might be slightly mortified
I took my time getting here, I'm in no rush to stay
My eyes have see two very different seas but the water is the same
This city, she's so pretty, but my bank account's been slain
If I don't write you something, honey, in the next couple days
I might be slightly more ashamed
Won't you come on down to San Francisco
before they run me out of this town?
Hey, come on down to San Francisco
before they run me out of this town.
I've been listening to the glistening sirens in the streets
I don't really sleep man, anyway, I'm just too busy trying to eat
The folk singer, he's a broke singer, he's asleep on his feet
If I pass out, file out quietly and throw a blanket over me
I might be slightly in too deep
All the hipsters, they laugh at all the elephants
They all just seem to look so damn strange
And the sisters, they laugh at almost nothing
They're all just tired of being so damn plain
And I might be slightly more insane
Won't you come on down to San Francisco
before they run me out of this town?
Hey, come on down to San Francisco
before they run me out of this town.
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4. |
Shine
04:42
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My bluebird flies somewhere between
Heaven's skies and Salt Lake City
They call her Shine, she ebbs, she flows
I learn to love, then I learn to let go
My bluebird goes where all the women turn
Mary Jane into oxygen when they burn
My blue-eyed girl, she just can't sit still
She says goodbye with a look that kills, oh my
Oh my, oh my
Oh, Elshia, someday won't you take it easy
Oh, Elshia, someday won't you take it easy
Oh, Elshia, someday won't you roll downstream
With me, oh my
Oh, Elshia, someday won't you take it easy
Oh, Elshia, someday won't you roll downstream
With me. oh my
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5. |
Forgot How to Cry
04:59
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Sunset time in the southwestern sands
The woman I need is with some other man
She's sending shivers down my spine
She told me to quit trying, I'm wasting my time
That was the day the day I forgot how to cry
She was too goddam serious, anyway
Sunrise time in the great Nevada sky
Even my guitar whines for a couple of dimes
Oh, how this train flies
She told me to quit trying, I'm wasting my time
That was the day the day I forgot how to cry
You can't fit no woman inside a suitcase, anyway
Sunset time in the southwestern sands
The woman I need is with some other man
She's sending shivers down my spine
She told me to quit trying, I'm wasting my time
That was the day the day I forgot how to cry
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6. |
Sex on the Radio
04:13
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Everything I own fits inside a shot glass
Everything I know never seems to last
I can feel the warmth disappear from my bones
Then I hear sex on the radio
I can feel the airwaves underneath my silky sheets
I can see their colors play, closing in around me
I can feel the ocean wet the fear in my bones
Then I hear sex on the radio
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7. |
Something Unsaid (Live)
03:31
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Doesn't it feel
like a rock in your wheel?
There's nothing more real
than something you can't steal
And another one leaves town for the west coast alone
And Providence has lost a good friend
There was something to be had
but there was something unsaid
And another one breaks down on the west coast alone
And Providence has lost a good friend
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Joel Alan Taylor San Francisco, California
A builder of songs.
www.prettynoises.com/joelalantaylor
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