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The Song That Maya Likes
04:07
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I understand if you're feelin' yellow.
I understand if you're feelin' blue.
I understand if I'm a little too mellow,
but I woke up this morning,
and I thought about you.
If you never went to sleep,
would you watch the world burn?
If you never woke up,
how could I know who you were?
All apologies if I'm a little too absurd,
but I woke up this morning,
and I thought about you.
All I need is to slide down the other side,
slide on down, down the other side
of this hill I've been climbin' up, love.
Slide with me down the western side
of California.
California.
All I need is to slide down the other side.
Slide with me down the western side
of California.
California.
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2. |
Lost Time
05:06
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Something stinks down on Powell Street,
but it ain't the euro-trash cologne.
Birds in the weather fold their wings together.
Don't they always find their way home?
You're sleeping in the rain with your things together,
have you got no place to go?
I can smell the dirt woven into your toes.
I think some rain might be good for your soul.
You can have my coffee and my cigarettes,
but I think I drank the rest of the rye.
Take a look around,
take a look around this empty room,
but you won't see nothin' but my
sweet lost time.
Would you like to spend one night in my room?
Would you like to spend one day in my shoes?
Would you like to come home to my wife?
Would you like to spend one day in my life?
Was it all the decisions you made
that put you in your place?
Was it all the conspiring lines
written all over your face?
You can have my coffee and my cigarettes,
but I think I drank the rest of the rye.
Take a look around,
take a look around this empty room,
but you won't see nothin' but my
sweet lost time.
Sweet lost time.
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It's 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 tryin',
I'm wasting my time.
That was the day I forgot how to cry.
Listen man, she was too goddam serious, anyway.
It's sunrise time in the great Nevada sky.
Even my guitar whines for a couple of dimes.
Hey, hey, how this train flies.
She told me to quit tryin',
I'm wasting my time.
That was the day I forgot how to cry.
Listen man, you can't fit no woman inside a suitcase, anyway.
It's sunset time again in the southwestern sands again.
The woman I need again is with some other man again,
sending shivers down my spine.
She told me to quit tryin',
I'm wasting my time.
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Joel Alan Taylor San Francisco, California
A builder of songs.
www.prettynoises.com/joelalantaylor
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