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Give it the Stones
02:50
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2. |
Heading North
03:23
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Cheese & Apples
I’ve never been afraid of anything that I can touch,
See or taste.
But the fear of smell, is hiding in my closet
With my dirty clothes and
Things.. I wish I threw away
Things I wish I threw away a long time ago
I grab my things I pack my bag,
I book a greyhound ticket headed north
There’s a man I know he’s selling cheese and apples
And I could use a place to go and clear my head a little while
And maybe make some money before it snows
It was the time of year of things don’t like
Cause summer’s quickly coming to an end.
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But I have learned to love to way the leaves go changing
Everything is ok in the end
The man with the apples found me a place
It had one small room and windows that face
The edge of the field, and a broken down fence
I can’t even remember why I had left
But everything’s gonna be better
When your wearing your favorite knit sweater
In the fall
I’ve never been afraid of anything that I can touch,
See or taste.
But the fear of smell, is hiding in my closet
With my dirty clothes and
Things I wish I threw away
Man I should of threw them away
Things I wish I threw away
A long time ago.
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3. |
Working Man
02:13
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I’m just a working man
My feet are hurting I can hardly stand
I’m a keep on working till my days end
Keep on going till I die
I get my paycheck done twice a month
I’m saving pennies for India
That’s where I’m gonna get my due to
I see right through, everything you ever done said
I’m working 7 to 11 here
Half-way through I get my shot & beer
It’s the only thing keeping in my head clear
And what keeps me going strong
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4. |
Sleeping Dogs
02:32
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Sleeping Dogs
I was a rider, alone on a side of
A big paper bird in the sky.
I saw the sky grey, fell into the next day
Barely made it out alive.
Don’t hold my hand cause you think that I’m broken
It’s really too early to try.
You just gotta know the truth of this moment,
You better let sleeping dogs lie.
Swallowed my insides, spit on your false pride
The truth only hurts when it’s real
Breaking the mattress that held all the matches
That burns all the things I can feel
And I know the reason you play and you teasing
You really think I don’t know why
You just gotta know the truth of this moment,
You better let sleeping dogs lie.
Two days I’m walking, my soul is on auction
I’m selling for yesterday's wine
I’m tired, I’m weary, I hear it right near me
It moans with a terrible sigh
And now is the moment, you wish you could hold it
Wrapped up with a bow or a tie
You just gotta know the truth of this moment,
You better let sleeping dogs lie.
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5. |
NOLA
02:42
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Rain, Rain come my way
Wash me like a hurricane
Bury me
Grave, Grave cemetery
Put me down, you know I’m ready
Bury me
They say it’s hard to breath, when you’re sinking low
I live in the dirt, where the turnips grow.
Don’t tell me that it’s better
On the green side of the field
Tombstone, dynamite
Gonna make it through the night
What a shame
Cigarettes and Safety pins
Trap doors don’t let me in
What a shame
The slow lane simmers, like collard greens
Stuck in the traffic in New Orleans
Don’t tell me that it’s better
On the clear side of the street
Rain, Rain come my way
Wash me like a hurricane
Bury me
Grave, Grave cemetery
Put me down, you know I’m ready
Bury me
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6. |
Holding
02:26
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Holding, yes I am holding
Onto something, sure just a little too tight
But you can’t hold water
In the palm of your hand
No, not through the night
Love, is just a word we use
To talk about something that we don’t choose
But it’s better than nothing
Hell, it’s better than anything
Yea it’s just a word
Home, I’m finally home
And I can feel the dirt right beneath my feet
And it feels like something, yea it feels like something
I won’t soon forget
Let go know, Oh you gotta let go know
Yes let go know, you gotta let go know
Holding, yes I am holding
Onto something, sure just a little too tight
But you can’t hold water
In the palm of your hand
No, not through the night
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7. |
Jason's Song
03:15
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Jason’s Song
He visits me sometimes, when I’m asleep
I hug him so hard, I even kiss him on the cheek
I ask him where he’s been, and why he doesn’t call me
He shrugs a little bit & says he’s kind of busy
It satisfies my question, cause I’m looking in his eyes
It’s been too many years, my tears have long dried
And we go do something stupid, like its just yesterday
Running on the train tracks, and drinking whiskey
I forget where I’m going, forget where I’ve been
I forget that one phone-call that changed how I live
I’m lost in this moment, & holding on tight
I need this damn dream to last more than one night
He visits me sometimes, when I’m asleep
He visits me sometimes, when I’m asleep
There’s so much to say, he just smiles back at me
And I want him to like, the man I’ve become
Mostly I just want to outrun the sun
It feels like he’s back from a long exodus
It was all a mistake, a detour was missed
A second chance given or a new beginning
It ends when he tells me, he’s leaving again
And it’s hard waking up to remember he’s gone
An ache in my heart like a subtle sad song
But I look at the pillow, and thank a deep rest
At least for one night, I get to be with my friend
He visits me sometimes, when I’m asleep
He visits me sometimes, when I’m asleep
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8. |
Guillotine
02:58
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Guillotine
I feel in my heart it’s like a guillotine sliding
Down through my chest
There’s no sense in hiding from the truth
No No there’s nothing I can do
So you better run while you can
No no no no that’s not the end
Walk a little tightrope,
Little close to the edge.
I’m afraid of falling off
I’m afraid of diving in,
It’s true
No No there’s nothing I can do
So you better run while you can
No no no no that’s not the end
Life is a masquerade we dance and we breath in
Sometimes that mask your wearing
Gets hard to see in
Its true
No No there’s nothing I can do
So you better run while you can
No no no no that’s not the end
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David Lawrence & the Spoonful Denver, Colorado
David Lawrence, has called Colorado home for over a decade. Whether performing solo or with his full band, ‘The Spoonful,’ David brings a unique blend of finger-picking Delta blues, roots-Americana, soulful vocals, and his unique style of Gypsy-infused jazz guitar. ... more
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