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Across the Flats
06:07
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Wheels, turn in my head if I hear you
A low country tide
Ride, a train across the flat
Five long days and nights
All all across the fire, goin’ west
It’s the coldest day of the year, you have tried, tried to get over fear
It’s still losing if you know what’s lost, and giving up, is not a state of trust
Speed, hits your head like a hammer
And you’re gone, gone gone gone and it’s no surprise
You’ve caught yourself smiling
And you’re coming through the light, and you’re spinning out of sight
Can you turn your clock around, take it back a half a night
Well i thought of calling you up
But I never reach for the phone
Decide who we are, it’s tougher than you thought
Wheels, turn in my head if I hear you
We go all, all across the fire, with your red-core country tide
It’s the coldest day of the year, you have tried, tried to get over fear
It’s still losing if you know what’s lost, and giving up, is not a state of trust
And you’re burning through the light
And you’re spinning out of time
Can you turn your clock around, take it back a half a night
Well you called me up on the phone, and shot right straight through the door
Decide who we love, I figured something out
All, all across the fire, and the stars, fell into our eyes
We got high...and we stretched, for the sky
And the stars... fell into our eyes…
Green flashin’ light, green flashin’ light…well green...
Sit right’, you got it all tied up, like someone else, can’t be reasoned out
Well sit round, watching over and kneeling down with the sun, reflecting on the ground, well Green flashing light, is all around, it’ll melt you down
You can roll, and watch, and wait. You can roll, and watch, and wait.
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2. |
Drive
03:58
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Had a bit too much, slow it down, let me sort it through a screen
Someone warm and light, tiptoes out, over a horizon line
So swing
You hinted at, you winked your eyes, grabbed my arm and wondered how to die
Never really in doubt, I’m knockin’ on the walls so climb, with me
The car is parked in back, you filled your gas, to take you on a ride tonight
The air above is drained, the streets are flooded, filled with broken glass so go
Just drive
It’s 3 o’clock, you’re almost home, make your turn and ride off the road
Stretch out and lean, won’t stop until you touch them all
Smoke the last you’ve got, and hold your secret, maybe you should share a few
A songbird sings in your yard, it’s fine like that, making it’s home to show
So fly
Fire is lit, why not
I’ve seen my thoughts in knots
Well untie your mind
Never really in doubt, I’m climbing up the walls, ashore
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3. |
Saints
04:07
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A rogue, who didn’t have the time
To talk to his own
Beat up and carved out of stone
You’re lost, stuck, runnin’ in the wild
Heed all the warning shots and stay on your own
A life, short, lived it like a war
It’s not as simple as swords
They danced, and they danced, all in a row
A perfectly silent tune drowned out the notes that you
Played in your head
So bum, ba-ba-bah bum
A saint, whose body got twisted and shrank
The shadow won’t leave you alone
The eyes, with no whites
Filled up and cried
When happiness came your way, the thorn and the rose you take
Will leave you feelin’ cold
So bum, ba-ba-bah-bah
Well child, won’t you dine
And leave all the wants you had and come back home
Well by the time it’s done
You’ve drunk all the wine
You’ve sung all the songs you know
Once, twice and more
I’ve got a lot in store, for dreams, anchored and hooked to your soul
So bum, ba-ba-bah-bah
A girl, so pale, traveling in air
Spaces got shifted and tear
You hang, in your cave
Waitin’ for the mail
To bring you the news of flight and let down your veil
A message, delivered
Numbness made you blindddd (v)
A perfectly silent tune drowned out the notes that you
Played in your head … so bum, ba-ba-bah-bah
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4. |
December Sun
03:12
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Born, every heart
Like a sunbeam, oh
December sun, is shining down on you
Gettin’ love wasn’t easy
Never got enough
The moon will turn
Wrapping up its show
A long time to sit
Thinking of, what ifs
Here I won’t sigh
Cuz no one hears that tone
December sun, is burning with a glow
Just lay me down
And time will lift the tide
A long time to sit
And think of yesterdays
Tomorrows, don’t wait
Thinking of, thinking of, thinking of what ifs
Waste the day
Feel your head just swim away
Counting change
You can pick it up and stay, the same
Your worlds remote and
Think of yesterdays
Tomorrows, don’t wait
Thinking of, thinking of
Thinking of, what ifs
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5. |
Dredging Up Old Blues
02:45
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Stop hoping that you’ll dredge up the night, big blues
Grinning and you’ll deal in the bite
Start digging up an ocean of green belief, dreamin’ in the drunk moonlight
Beat it like a drum (high)
And get out what you can from one life (high)
2020 in the city of freaks tonight
Old stories just fade out and die
Grifting panicking the wind in your jeans tonight
Dodgin’ duckin’ just a wave in the breeze
Taking out the trash, ma (high)
Not serving up the rest for long (high)
Sold stories for dimes, flush laid it down (high)
4040 is the number you call when you’re bored
Not modern but it never gets old
Been hoarding as your neighbors all ignore, you dancing in your living room nights
Living out the lone life, and gathering your dust baton (high)
Saw me at the lottery stand I was holding a sign that read, leave me alone child
Yea wouldn’t you like to know, A feeling tone, yea wouldn’t you like to know (high)
Swervin’, and dreamin, not servin’, to keep grinnin’
Hoss….
Beat it like a drum, and get out what you can from one, life (high)
Sold stories for dimes, flush laid it down (high)
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6. |
New Thing
03:45
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Serene like, and tomb like, wondered how to get right
You realize, repeating, immediately cooling
Middle of a room song, sidewalk of paper roses
Well tell me, not how, the kids that turned and burned out
In moonlight, your friends high, got your bag to look right
Well drive down sunset, a midwest jetset ah
If you’re hanging on a tragedy, man, the same way you watch the waves break
Deep down love child, your well has sprung wild
That’s our new thing, I once was bored, but now, I can’t ignore the truth of
For my, senses, crushed it up, a new town
You realize, for a night, no one’s got their maps out
LA actor, the twin cities past you by
A warning, a feeling, hand picked thrills you’re dealing
Well time shrinks, you move out
It’s not that hard to slip down
Drive down sunset, a midwest jetset ah
If you’re hanging on a tragedy, man, the same way you watch the waves break
Deep down love child, your well has sprung wild
That’s our new thing, I once was bored, but now, I can’t ignore the truth of…
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7. |
Dune House
04:29
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Wake up, breathe in
it’s time to go and so I walk outside without looking
at myself
Trying a grin, formed tight
Rollin’ away the past life
And you can walk the grounds, never see me again
even though I’m here
Least i was, when i woke up
time is funny like that
No perfect love is going to change, what i’ve been saying
From a dune house
You wake up and breathe in, get something to bleed in
It’s time to put on your mask right
And don’t remove the grin
weekend away, where everybody’s safe
Marking my time, with an arrow
Gravity talks and so I
Come and sit right down, next to a fall
Of water
Gold, diamond hair was full of life, it’s funny like that
No perfect love is going to change what i’ve been saying
From a dune house
So turn in, your evening, it’s not like deceiving
It’s time to put on your mask right
And don’t remove the grin
Plan your escape, and fade away
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8. |
Hidden Away
04:28
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You’re waiting on a cosmic slide (sun up, or one up)
Got held up in a long line (in shallows you follow)
An automatic rush four five
God I need a warning sign
Got bent up looking half right (like wings of an insect)
Got stuck up on a wishing side (strike out, and wait out)
You’ve hung your head a thousand times
God I want a new night life
Deep sun, catch the light, let my mind touch everyone i know
Whatever name you please you use (Mikel, or Michel)
It’s day to day like all the news (your body is leaving)
Communication wears on you
God i dread the morning time
You could’ve asked a question or two (wide eyed and parted) The manager is waiting to be paid
Along with priests and deacons of his court
You see the humor in it, true (a needle you planted)
A figure of some speech you knew
Is clouding up your morning mind
Deep sun, catch the light, let my mind touch everyone i know
Pour another one on cue (flickering of candles out)
now we’ve got something to do (don’t know what to do without)
Now I see you’re laughing too (joke has gotten played out now)
what on earth is really really true
Hidden away, hidden from today
Picking out the glass, to hang up on your doorframe
You’re not lost, not like the brother that you bore
No no no, walking down my road
Hidden away, hidden from today, hidden away now
You’re waitin on a cosmic slide (sun up or one up)
Got held up in a long line (in shallows, you follow)
An automatic rush four five (ticking away)
God i need a warning sign (ticking away)
God i dread the morning time (ticking away)
God i need a warning sign (ticking away)
God I dread the morning time (ticking away)
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9. |
East Side Walk
01:46
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An east side walk, i’ll be damned if it puts us down
Gettin’ mugged over sideways looks
And you’ll leave when the beer gets stale
Well eight years gone by, like a film dissolved
The city’s for the very young
And the folks from somewhere else
Stay up all night, talkin’ shit
Get advice from the bums outside, when they say
Well don’t go home
You got what you got
When the headlights burned
Watching poor eyes, it’s no concern of yours
Maybe think twice
Throw it to the riverside i’ll admit
It put you down
You sat and watched the sky get light
As you waited to walk on home
So go on home
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10. |
Love Wash
04:50
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Well i’ve drawn your faces
And thrown down any traces
Well sit back, and watch the day
Well isn’t that the best
You return in my dreams everyday
Bringing flowers, shuffling your feet
Scorched life, stuck out in the heat
Two excursions in the sun
One of us will go
Are we equal to the moon?
More confused, united against you
Stuck down, your head under the beach
Well isn’t that the best that I could do
So wash it down
Down the drain
You stand out in my street
Where the wind and the rain can touch your feet
Now you toss your head full of pain
So take your hands off your hips
Enter my world, yea it’s cheap
Take your money and give it to the cheat
Clouds burst, you step inside a tone
Well isn’t that the best that I could do
So wash it down
Down the drain
Life through a love wash
Dried out, a love wash
Spun through, a love wash
Well two, excursions in the sun
One of us will go
Life through a love wash
Dried out, a love wash
Well two excursions in the sun (ahhh -- ahhh-ah-ah)
One of us will go
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Mike Etten New York, New York
songwriter, composer, and multi-instrumentalist based in New York City.
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