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Break The Hold
02:52
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You break the hold you break the chains
Unfold the curtains from our eyes
To let some new light fill the darkness
That has grown for us inside
I'll take the reins upon this horse
And saddle up to move along
Upon the land where yet no man has walked
No car has rolled upon
Chorus
It was yesterday I heard her say she cared
But when I turned around to look she wasn't there she wasn't there
Hiding away day after day
Thinking that love kept us alive
We lived together looking for some truth
Between each other's lies
I'll take the blame you win the game
And claim your freedom as the prize
Who am I to try to stop you
From telling me goodbye?
Chorus
Waiting for someone to sympathize with
All that two go through
Show me things I need to change show me things I thought I knew
Chorus
You break the hold you break the chains
Unfold the curtains from our eyes
I'll learn to live for every moment
Where some hope remains alive
Across the valley of our differences
You and I shall stand
Maybe someday we'll be back this way
To share our lives again
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2. |
Stumbling Off 6th Street
03:59
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Cold is the alley in back of the bar
It used to be somewhere to go
Moving from doorway to doorway waiting
For sunrise or someone I know
I got a bus pass
I got no money
I got no job
But I do my best
Each morning I fill out work applications
But I got no phone and got no address
Couches and floors of artists and gangs
Benches and bus stations
Shelters and homes
All over crowded with too many people
But I doubt if I ever felt more alone
5AM it's the end of the line
Bus driver let me out on the shore
I slept in the sand
And wondered again
If this day would open a door
Cause there's nothing not to believe in
There's nothing not there to know
Ashes on water washed in the sun
Let my spirit go
I must be crazy
I rent a hotel room
Junkies in doorways passed out on the floor
I step around them
They ask for my money
I empty my pockets
They ask me for more
I was born
In this city
Now I sit in St Patrick's church every day
And sleep on the stairs with a on legged cowboy
Who was headed for Texas
But lost his way
Back on the street again everyone's fighting
There's not enough peace to go around
The wind is too heavy the rain is too cold
There are too many nights in this town
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3. |
Roadman
07:24
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Nothing there but desert ground
Riding roads town to town
Saw him and spun around
Hollow eyes say, “Keep moving.”
Standing still outside nowhere
He must be hiding - must have done some deed
Hundred miles in all directions
Nothing but road and desert to see
Sifting dirt though his fingers
Watch it fall into a baseball cap
Staring hard into the silence
Once you go you can’t come back
(Chorus)
Roadman sitting down
A hundred miles from any town
Roadman wondering round
The unpaved land
The barren ground
Star filled skies lift the spirit
Road kill keeps the body fed
Some folks say these roads are haunted
By the living and the dead
Clinging to the back top pavement
Like a blanket in the cold
Midnight trucks are bound to wake you
On their way to where they go
Pressure – gone forever
Bushman of the western world
Asphalt river, billboard tree
Exit off your memories
(Chorus)
Plain as darkness
Nothing matters
To feel worse
You first must feel
Boulder blanket
Pebble pillow
Where can the Roadman heal?
On the crossroad….On the crossroad…On The Cross Roadman. – Chorus.
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4. |
Clock Tower
02:44
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He walks with his back turned away from the sun
He's a long way from home there's work to be done
Find a place, find a job, find a reason for living
Here today - here today - here today
The lights up in the clock tower light only the fog
Only the fog - only the fog - only the fog
Tables and tables of people in chairs
Drinking coffee and talking 'bout their conversations
With people who bleed like a newscaster's story
The details all gory ; the substance so thin
But the lights up in their clock tower light only the fog
Only the fog - only the fog - only the fog
When I look around look around I don't see it getting better
You've got to hate all that greed's gonna take
Take away from you now
We've got to learn to love
We've got to learn to love
We've got to learn to love
He walks with his back turned away from the sun
He's a long way from home there's work to be done
Find a place find a job find a reason for living
Here today here today here today
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5. |
Outlaw Hobo
03:33
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In 1901 I got my first gun
I knew how to shoot and I knew when to run
We were waiting on a stagecoach the day I was told
The old stagecoach line became the southern railroad
Now I sit on this street corner
Night after night
On a bench underneath this old traffic light
My draw's a bit rusty and I run kind of slow
But I still have the charm of an outlaw hobo
I robbed the stagecoach and a train in my time
Wanted from Kansas to the Texas state line
I was never a legend or much of a name
I'm not Billy The Kid and I ain't Jesse James
Outlaws these days they don't have much style
They hold up machines and plea insane on trial
My spirit's bone dry, but that's how it goes
When you live the life of an outlaw hobo
Life feels empty most of the time
I fill it with whiskey and bottles of wine
The sound of a train still takes me back in my mind
Hold-ups, gambling, and drinking all day
I'm too old for the first two but the last one's okay
In the north part of Texas - buried out there
I hid five thousand dollars but can't recall where
Moments and memories that much I've got
And I remember it well whether it happened or not
'cause I can't determine the difference no more
I'm just an old outlaw hobo and not sure what for
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6. |
Jessie James
04:00
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7. |
Guns
04:23
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I have never owned a gun
Shot one once kind of fun
Pulled the trigger that was it
Hit the target then I split
To each his own that’s what I say
No one’s taking guns away
They might be needed in this place
Protecting us from outer space
Today they’re pointed at each other
To keep us safe from one another
Makes no sense to me but hey
We all return to dust someday
Its not for me to take a life
Or give somebody else advise
I was born upon this earth
Where destruction equals worth
Peace is easy peace is safe
I better life, a better place
Takes no action. Takes no lives
Peace is needed to survive
I can only preach so much
Mostly I feel out of touch
With all that’s trending in our wake
The news today is often fake
Spreading stories that aren’t true
The sky is green it’s not blue
For some it’s powerful and fun
To confuse most everyone
Me I’m stuck here with the truth
Knowing it has little use
In today’s big frightened culture
Where the dove yields to the vulture
So point the guns up to the sky
No need to target you and I
We’re not the ones we need to fear
The enemy is not yet here
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8. |
Boogie Woogie Bagel Boy
02:15
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I got bagels
I got no lox
Got time
But have no clocks
Got shoes
Without the sox
Got the blues
And it sometimes rocks
That's how it goes
Got me water
But I got no pool
I was learned
But not in school
Sometimes I'm lame
Sometimes I'm cool
Sometimes I'm wize
Sometimes I'm a fool
That's how it goes
Life ain't nothing
But a job
When you have no corn
Just a crusty old cob
I got scared by The Son Of Blob
Back in the day
When my youth was robbed
That's how it goes
Got no lox but a bagel blues
Got no lox but a bagel blues
No lox
But a bagel
On the table
That's how it goes
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9. |
Headstrong
04:36
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Put the parking meter in a paper bag
It's out of order now what a drag
I've got lots of time today
Got no shirt
Stuck in the rain
A guy came by said I looked in pain
This guy has got no clue
I've got nothing to do
Chorus:
Headstrong
You got to stay headstrong
Lift a seed, pull a weed
Rise up from the ground
Headstrong, you got to stay headstrong
Something's just down around the bend
Ellen was a working girl
Along for the ride
She'd strip down in any town
And then she'd call me
She'd say, " I want to know about love
And I know you love a woman
What kind of woman
Can be loved?"
Chorus
Hello
There's so much to do in a day
Hello
You got to work to make each day pay
I've been a slave to a bar
Been chained to a guitar
Can you help me out of here, can you help me out...
I took the faith I thought I had
And put it into a garbage bag
Dumped all my records into the sea
I got back and the car was towed
That's one more up for all I owe
And I'm just trying to live free
Chorus
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10. |
Dream Machine
04:05
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Step on up, step on in, close the door close your eyes
And search within
Everything, everyone, every bit and piece of time's
Enclosed
Live it now one never knows
Chorus
All your life long dreams can come alive
Everything you want's enclosed inside
The dream machine
Mary Johnson
From Wisconsin
Dreamed she'd be a model in a magazine
So to Hollywood she flew
Did a layout and when it came out
She realized she couldn't recognize herself at all
They changed her face they dyed her hair
Now she don't even care any more
Chorus
Henry Mizer
Truck driver
Dreamed he'd be a country singer on a silver stage
Singing down home country songs
With fame and fortune he could do no wrong
Promoters dined him
Then they signed him
Then they told him all about how it was to be
They changed his songs they changed his style
'till he found himself trucking back the miles
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11. |
Slow Goes The Wheel
03:14
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12. |
I Ride Alone (update)
04:40
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13. |
Arc Of The Rainbow
02:33
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Passing by the park bench
Where that old man sits each day
While waiting for his time to come
He waited his life away
So I guess I'll climb to the top of the mountain
Walk to the edge and let go
And hope I fall into tomorrow's rainbow
Walking with me is like a seesaw
If you're up I'm feeling down
To balance it right you got to hold on tight
Keep your feet on the ground
But when that seesaw cracks in the middle
And both sides sink so low
It's time to try to find tomorrow's rainbow
Take some time and think it through
Walk around the back of a lonely little shack
Listen to the bluebirds chirp the blues
If it makes you feel better
Standing in the stormy weather
If you think that rain is going to help you to forget her
It seems like a cold way to go
When you could slide down the arc of the old rainbow
We take two chop it in half
And go back to one and one
There's been a whole lot of light
Shining through my life
But it's been coming from yesterday's sun
So I'll take these rays from yesterday
And light a way I know
Sliding down the arc of tomorrow
The arc of tomorrow
Sliding down the arc of tomorrow's rainbow
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14. |
Wall In The Road
03:26
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It was a Saturday night I was feeling alright
Just walking off some blues
When a girl on the strip who looked a little too hip
In these red alligator shoes
She said, "Hey honey I'm out of money can you help me out tonight?"
I said, "Sorry mam I understand but I can't do you right."
And she flipped me off
Chorus
There's a wall in the road I can't get around
Try to break through and it knocks me down
A feeling You just can't shake
Like a real bad dream when you don't awake
There's a wall in the road
So I walked on and on and on
Until I found myself downtown
With a bum a junkie a man with a monkey and a girl
Who'd been around
And a business man in a tie and a tan said he quit his job
To sing in a bad
And asked me if I knew where he could find one and I thought
It's a real weird world
Chorus
I crossed the street in the middle of the night
Crossed the street on the red light
Over the hills and into the planes where the houses and cars
All look the same
You can never get lost in a place like that
Anywhere you go is like where you're at
And anywhere you're at is exactly like wherever you can go
So finally I stopped walking and at once it struck me cold
There's a wall in the road and it's hard to relate
There's much to love and much to hate. In between these two
hands shake and profit from the difference
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15. |
Too Young
05:34
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16. |
Better Than This
02:34
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I smoked a joint with Santa
He Smoked a joint with me
I smoked a joint with Santa
Under the Christmas tree
I smoked a joint with Santa
After Christmas day
He showed me all the reindeer
He showed me his big sleigh.
Santa’s marijuana
He has every type
Smoke a joint with Santa or
He’ll let you use his pipe
I smoked a joint with Santa
We had lots of fun
We smoked that joint together
’till the joint was done
Santa and his reindeer
Flying in the sky
Wonder if I’d see them
If I weren’t so high
I smoked a joint with Santa
He smoked a joint with me
I smoked a joint with Santa
Under the Christmas tree
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David Shepherd Grossman Los Angeles, California
All music written by DSG
('cept where noted)
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