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Thank You Radio
04:21
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“Thank You Radio”
The radio has always been my friend
Since I was 9 or 10
And I remember when
Do you?
On a little table beside my head
As I would lay in bed
And every word they said
Was true
Did they speak to you?
And did you hear them too?
Thank you for putting up the music
The kind that makes us want to dance
Thank you for putting up the music
The kind that makes us clap our hands
I remember a scene when I was seventeen
In the back of your father’s limousine
With you
A psychedelic dream
or something in between
where our admiration for the ones who moved us grew
Did they speak to you?
And did you hear them too?
Thank you for putting up the music
The kind that makes us want to dance
Thank you for putting up the music
The kind that makes us clap our hands
Thank you for putting up the music
Thank you thank you radio
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2. |
Sweetness And Light
04:35
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"Sweetness and Light"
May sweetness and light weigh heavy upon your days
May angels chase all the frowns which near your face
May good news always find your door
May all your waits be worth waiting for
May the blackness just back off and leave you space
I'll forget I ever knew
And give up this biding time
I'm on the highway all alone
What's up is up to me
I'll either hold the line
Or end up crying for what I've done
After just another one
May whatever you get be exactly what you're lookin' for
May whatever you've lost come back to you once more
And may you never need to chase
the perfect time with the perfect place
May the blackness just back off and leave you some space
I'll forget I ever knew
And give up the biding time
I'm on the highway all alone
What's up is up to me
I'll either hold the line
Or end up crying for what I've done
After just another one,
After just another one,
After just another one,
After just another one.
After just another one my darling
what have I done
I’m on the run my darling
From what I may become
After just another one.
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3. |
Evenings Gone
03:09
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One wrong choice often leads to another
On and on until the evenings gone
A strangers voice gives advice like a brother
I lend an ear and we’re outta here
Why’d it take so long
To get that way
And why’d it get so wrong
And where’s he gonna stay?
One wrong choice often leads to another
On and on until the evenings gone
The compass points to the pile that we’re under
I pretend to steer and we’re outta here
‘til we learn to behave
keep it close to the cave
keep it under your hat
and as a matter of fact
What they don’t know ‘bout that
Won’t be holding back this time
It’s all mine, all mine.
One wrong choice often leads to another
On and on until the evenings gone
A strangers voice gives advice like a brother
I lend an ear and we’re outta here
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4. |
Joanne
03:21
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“Joanne”
When ever I see the smile upon your face I know that everything is in it’s place Still I don’t know you at all Joanne.
I’m falling to pieces when you’re not around I’m fading away, My heart’s in the lost and found I’m down in the basement, baby
There is no replacement, baby, When you’re not around
(solo)
I’m falling to pieces when you’re not around I’m fading away, My heart’s in the lost and found I’m down in the basement, baby
There is no replacement, baby, When you’re not around
If ever you should have a fall from grace I know there will always be a place Where the light will shine on you Joanne
I’m falling to pieces when you’re not around I’m fading away, My heart’s in the lost and found I’m down in the basement There is no replacement When you’re not around
When ever I see the smile upon your face I know that everything is in it’s place Still I don’t know you at all Still I don’t know you at all
Still I don’t know you at all Joanne.
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5. |
Mrs. Jones
03:54
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Mrs. Jones lives up the stairs
Like a ghost she's hardly there,
I see her sometimes get her paper...
The walls are cracked and wafer thin,
I can hear her stumble in,
It's like she's talking with her Maker...
Her television's never cold,
(yeah there's always something on)
It shines a light into her soul
(yeah there's always something on)
She keeps her sleeves rolled down whenever anybody comes around.
Now Mrs. Jones is in a jam,
And she don't want your helping hand
There's no reasoning with her man
You can't make her understand
Mrs. Jones is in a jam.
Mrs. Jones has just one friend
Whoever brings her medicine
Just a crumb, she feels much better
Now Mrs. Jones is well again
Now she's everybody's friend
When she's well she's so together
Buying everybody rounds
(when she's up she can't get down)
Like a princess on the town
(when she's up she’s on the town)
She keeps her sleeves rolled down whenever anybody comes around.
Now Mrs. Jones is in a jam,
And she don't want your helping hand
There's no reasoning with her man
You can't make her understand
Mrs. Jones is in a jam.
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6. |
Real Still
05:41
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I remember as a boy
Driving with my mom
In her station wagon automobile
She had the windows down
and the radio on
She was singin'
And drumming the wheel
Then a song came on
She put the harmony on and said
"Matthew, that's my cousin Neil"
Then her face lit up
To see me smile at her smile
That's a memory that I still can feel
These pictures through the storm I carry
From the boathouse to the top of the hill
So many in the storm got buried
But I still dig them when I'm real still
I remember as boy my brother, sister and I
comin' home from 30 days at camp
I was playing alone It was good to be home
I had just started to unpack
Then my mom came in,
her face all red,
And sat beside me on the bed
She said "it's your turn to cry"
And I didn't know why
But I'd be moving out west with my Dad...
These pictures through the storm I carry
From the boathouse to the top of the hill
So many through the storm got buried
But I still dig them when I'm real still
I love you, I need you, and I know that I always will
I need to reveal you and I still feel you when I’m real still, real still
(Solo)
I remember as a boy
Driving with my mom
In her station wagon automobile...
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7. |
Toad
05:14
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"Toad"
Don't wanna make a difference
just want to make a dollar
Don't wanna help my neighbour
just want my fences taller
Don't wanna save the planet,
just wanna save some dough
Don't wanna do with less,
in fact I'd like some more
Chorus:
Why should it be there are so many toads like me
(Like me, like me)
Why should it be there are so many toads
Don't wanna make a stand,
in fact I think I'll sit this out
Don't wanna understand,
just overthink and doubt
Don't wanna see the truth,
I'll just close my eyes and heart
Eye for Eye and Tooth for Tooth,
but just don't ask me to do my part
<Chorus>
Hey what's this zipper here on me
I remember putting this on when I was just three
It hurts like hell but man this comes off of me
I'm scared and naked, but man, man I'm free
I'm free yeah
I'm free yeah
oh, oh, oh
To think,
I Didn't want to make a difference,
I only wanted to make a dollar
Didn't wanna make a difference,
just only wanted to make a dollar
Man, that's more shame than any fella
should be expected to swollar'
Hey
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8. |
But For The Fool
05:14
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“But For The Fool”
Good whisky never did no harm
But for the fool, Baby, but for the fool
I never hurt you or caused you alarm
But for the fool, Baby, but for the fool
In this life we’re given just so many chances to shine
But for the fool who uses up all of mine…
But for the fool I would see
Who’s been fooling me
I’d have money to buy you things
But for the fool, Baby, but for the fool
Like a maid and a bottle and five golden rings
But for the fool, Baby, but for the fool
In this life we’re given just so many chances to shine
But for the fool who uses up all of mine…
But for the fool I would see
Who’s been fooling me
But for the fool
But for the fool, baby…
You know it’s true…
You know it’s true.
But for the fool
But for the fool, baby…
Good whisky never did no harm
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9. |
Mind Or Matter
02:52
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“Mind or Matter”
Cut me on the dotted line…
I’ll be fine, fine
Take this flaw in my design
My love is blind, blind
And make me what you’d want me in your mind
I don’t mind
or matter…
Cut me with your razor heart
It’s a start, so start
Let’s upset the applecart
Make me your state of the art
And make me what you’d want me in your mind
I don’t mind
or matter…
Oh Babe,
Oh Girl.
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