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You're for Real
02:39
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Feels like a ploy to employ me for life
Performing acts to distract me from time
Wash it all down with a round of good old propaganda
I want to believe
I want to believe that indeed
You're for, you're for real
That you're for, you're for real
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2. |
Madeliene
02:49
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The night before the morning after
A bird frozen in amber for all the world to see
With all the fleeting forms
He had loved and lost
His kindred albatross evermore
The one and only Madeliene
A rainy beach at Manzanita
Where they grew up on other sides of town
He saw her once and he knew her always
Finally this time around
With all the fleeting forms
He had loved and lost
His kindred albatross evermore
His one and only Madeliene
An awake heart, her hopes for man
Written in her little tune, lalalalalalala
Cause she knows she will be alright
And he knows she will be alright
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3. |
Eyes Wide
03:18
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Undertaker, take me under
Hide me from myself
I might fight you or delight you see with me
You can never tell
Eyes wide open against the wall
It's funny I can't see, nothing at all
Ink-stained wretches and old man letches
Can do no harm to me
I got it covered like it's G.I. Jane time
When you're chained I make great company
Eyes wide open against this wall
It's funny I can't see, nothing at all
Slow down, baby slow down
Slow down baby, slow down baby slow down
Slow down baby, you've got nothing on me
Sabotage in camouflage
Isolated greatest threat
Then I see it's just little old me and rationality haven't met
Eyes wide open against the wall
It's funny I can't see, nothing at all
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4. |
Parlor Walls
03:21
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Will you rock me like a child
Man how I lived in style
Just like a little queen
Always fed and always clean
We had a little house
Clothes that Momma made
Still I questioned and I cried
Asking where and asking why
Like why's that man use a street for a bed
And why's he beggin' us for our pennies to be fed (or so he says)
Tell me Daddy what could bring a man that low
Well my dear, he said, the fear made it so
Made it so, made it so, well my dear the fear made it so
I was never one, for watching Parlor Walls
How I wish that were true
Cause they've got me and they've got you
They've got me and they've got you
Tell me Daddy what could bring a land that low
Well my dear the fear made it so
Made it so, made it so, well my dear the fear made it so
Then the bad times came and they took poor dad's light
And he went down in the dark
I couldn't fight though how I tried
Tell me Daddy what brought you this low
Well my dear my fear made it so
Made it so, made it so
I'm sorry my dear
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5. |
Bits of Blue
03:09
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Take me down to the corner store line me up like you do
Fortune hunters sniffing around taking in my new bit of blue
Horses at the O.T.B. are running like I'm making to do
Cause my love, won't wait for you
All around town I see your face, stops my breath like you do
They say you're wanted in five states
Being chased by old bits of blue
Those poor little kids in P.E. are running like I'm making to do
Cause my love, won't wait for you
I saw Marylou flirting with you, when I'm not around
I guess she'll do
But you probably won't be satisfied cause her eyes
aren't the right shade of blue
And that little girls mascara will be running like I'm making to do
Cause my love, won't wait for you
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6. |
Doses
02:37
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Little doses of you are all I can stand
With the closeness of you I do what I can
Hiding from you and your shady demands
You've never had no love for my heartland
You'll drink and I'll cry
But we never seem to ask each other why
You wait for me to fall
Cause you always under estimate me
Little doses of you are all I can stand
With the closeness of you, I do what I can
Hiding from you out back behind the van
I'm saving what I can of my heartland
You'll drink, but I won't cry
That's the last I'll ever be your alibi
You went straight to Montreal
Cause you always under estimate me
I wonder why
I wonder why
I wonder why if you were never good for me
how can I be good for you
Little doses of you are all I can stand
With the closeness of you I do what I can
Divided from you just as I planned
I chased you from my heartland
I'm sure you'll drink and be mystified
Try to find me with your spies
Now you're stuck in Montreal
Now you'll never under estimate me again
No you'll never under estimate me
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7. |
General Henry
03:03
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Seventeen peaches and cream
Feelin' extreme like a dream
Take me back, take me back to know
Broken bones and naked eyes
Always watching on the sly
Take me back take me back to know
If you called I would follow you home
If you called I would follow you home
If you called I would follow you
A band of boys in my hand
Playing sounds that smell like man
Take me back, take me back to your show
Virgin drink of bathtub rye
Blatant touch and secret sigh
Why don't you take me back, take me back to your show
If you called I would follow you home
If you called I would follow you home
If you called I'd follow you
If I could if I could find a way
If I could if I could find a way, son
If I could if I could find a way
I would stay
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8. |
A Little Spin
02:44
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Take me for a little ride she said
Take me for a little spin'
Don't sit around and medicate
Let's create a little sin
She'll take you, and break you and make you cry
But what do you care of bewares
When you're so high?
Summertime in the sand she thinks
I've got to have me that girl
I've been around this great big world
Never felt this kind of lure
But she'll take you and break you
And make you cry
But what do you care of bewares
When you're so high?
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9. |
Not Doin'
02:54
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It's not what I want to do boys
It's not what I want to do
I can't spend every little minute of this old life
Not doin' what I want to
I met a woman downtown sporting London Fog
She told me putting myself down is like back-handing God
And do you have some change to spare?
I said Mother, if only!
It's not what I want to do boys
It's not what I want to do
I can't spend every little minute of this old life
Not doin' what I want to
I met a man on a bridge in a sleeping bag
He told me to shut my mouth tight if I got nothin' nice to say
And do you have some change to spare?
I said Father, if only!
I met a cousin in a bar it was lit up red
He told me we could all be one if it wasn't for our heads
And do you have some hope to spare?
I said Brother, in spades!
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10. |
Divisadero
03:47
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Gabriel you're not an angel
You're not an angel are you Gabriel
Gabriel you're not an angel
You're not an angel are you Gabriel
We rode up Divisadero
And the light shined through your hair so fine
The taste of you is like an echo
It will haunt me 'til the end of my time
It's Sunday morning again
The weeks roll by and the ride takes me
Further from you
That's alright now I can live
I've got all this love to give
To myself
Gabriel you're not an angel
But you might have been when you were young
Did life take the goodness from you?
And from you all I could do was run
It's Sunday morning again
The weeks roll by and the ride takes me
Further from you
That's alright now I can live
I've got all this love to give
To myself
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11. |
Wake Up With Me
04:49
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Darlin' wake up with me
We're the same can't you see
No thoughts of later or yesterday
Why don't you wake up with me
How long has this been going on?
But we've been too blind to see
How long has this been going on?
But we've been to tired
The now is all we have
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Kara Suzanne Woodstock, New York
Part sullen cowgirl, part seductive cabaret singer and all soulful folk-rock songstress. Kara bewitches audiences with her
original songs that are simultaneously heartbreaking and carefree. She's this generation's answer to Dolly Parton and Patty Griffin.
- Jack Douglas
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