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This Basement Paradise
03:10
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We’ll I’m sitting in this basement and I’m singing this to you
I could lie but I’ve got nowhere else to go
I’ve swept out all the dust with no blood, sweat or tears
Just me and these boxes of old clothes
Well your boots are made for walking and I’m scared that’s what they’ll do
That’s the reason I’m always hiding them from you
But you’ve got a hundred pair and to me that just ain’t fair
To a guy who’s never walked all over you
At night you cry all over your pillow
Pray to God, your soul to keep
And if I die before you forgive me
Maybe then you’ll get some sleep
Try to stand up for myself but my head just hit a board
This ceiling and my heart are both so low
I’d trade this basement paradise for your warm body under mine
If only you’d tell me that you know
At night you cry all over your pillow
Pray to God, your soul to keep
And if I die before you forgive me
Maybe then you’ll get some sleep
Have you not checked the mailbox? Because I’ve written all this down
So believe me, I’m staying right down here
Yeah maybe I’m a dog but I think I’m a pretty good one
Just every now and then come scratch my ear
At night you cry all over your pillow
Pray to God, your soul to keep
And if I die before you forgive me
Maybe then you’ll get some sleep
At night you cry all over your pillow
Pray to God, your soul to keep
And if I die before you forgive me
Maybe then
Maybe then
Yeah Maybe then you’d get some sleep
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Trying To Forget
03:54
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Everyone screws up
For me its been my calling
Never known how to get out of my own way
People are generally good
I've been the exception
I don't deserve the love you've shown
I'll pay it back someday
Trying to forget the things I can't remember
There’s just so much I don’t know I should regret
But movin on ain’t easy
When everyone remembers
The things I’m trying to forget
Everyone screws up
Most don't make it a habit
Some strange folks even seem to
Learn from their mistakes
I never had time for that
Always on to the next disaster
I lay for so long in the muck
But now I think I'm awake
Trying to forget the things I can't remember
There’s just so much I don’t know I should regret
But moving on ain’t easy
When everyone remembers
The things I’m trying to forget
I guess I ain't dead yet
But it's not for lack of tryin'
I can't rebuild those bridges
But I gotta get off this island
Trying to forget the things I can't remember
There’s just so much I don’t know I should regret
But moving on ain’t easy
When everyone remembers
The things I’m trying to forget
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Mostly
05:29
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Mostly I’ve been headed off towards the sunrise
But every now and then, I hit some resistance
A tangle of flowers and weeds and unwritten love songs
Cause me to stumble back into step with the dance
Mostly I’ve closed the gate to the pastures of plenty
But while walking along I have found several holes in the fence
And I slip through your wires and into the reach of your love
And if I listen closely, your voice almost makes some sense, singing
Take my hand and fly
Take my hand and fly, away, with me
Mostly I have escaped from the hell that’s around you
A sunlit sky and the wind at my back here to greet me
But on nights when I am alone, I can still hear your song
And the notes that surround me are torments that I’ll never see
Mostly I’m able to trust in those who surround me
But their words fall onto deaf ears every now and again
And I sink back into the reveries that keep my skies darkened
Where I hear your voice singing right on the edge of the wind
Take my hand and fly
Take my hand and fly
Take my hand and fly
Take my hand and fly, away, with me
I know that it’s ever unlikely that I’ll take your hand
I know that it’s ever unlikely that I’ll take your hand
I know that it’s ever unlikely that I’ll take your hand
I know that it’s ever unlikely that we’ll ever fly
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Fields of California
03:39
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Lonely with the light upon my back
As the cold autumn wind starts to blow
Waiting for another heart attack
And some great sign that you can go
Burn the fields of California
Let your dreams die anywhere
Burn the fields of California
And that sweet, subtle smile says you don’t care
Holding out for something strong
To lift the weight and send you on your way
Hoping that from here it won’t be long
There’s something from outside tells you to stay
Burn the fields of California
Let your dreams die anywhere
Burn the fields of California
Burn the fields of California
Let your dreams die anywhere
Burn the fields of California
And that sweet, subtle smile says you don’t care
And that sweet, subtle smile says you don’t care
And that sly, seductive smile says you don’t care
And that something in your smile says you don’t care
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Painful Reminders Birmingham, Alabama
Original Country-Punk-Folk-Rock from Birmingham, Alabama.
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