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Bless the Road
03:25
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Bless the Road
Call me when you get this
and tell me everything will be okay.
I just won't believe it from anyone else
but you today.
And I wish I was back in your loving arms,
instead of making this early start -
when January feels like the weight of the world,
and leaving you breaks my heart.
All the magpies of the morning
tell me I should hang my head and weep -
I seem to spend half of my life in motion,
and the other half asleep.
Call me when you get this,
I need the music in your voice:
The only other sound is the road, and that's
just static and white noise.
Bless the road that leads me home to you, my love.
Bless the road that leads me home to you.
And when I think of all the miles between us,
and all the things I have to do -
I'm just counting off the hours til I'm
headed back to you.
Call me when you get this -
they say tonight there will be snow.
Bless the road that leads me home to you.
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Conversation with a Hurricane
I never skipped out of school,
Or got round out of town.
I never really got drunk,
Or screwed around.
I never rode any rails.
I didn't walk the wire.
But like everybody else,
I put my hand in the fire.
Chorus:
Spirits of the ones who went before,
throw me down a key to my own front door:
My big plan was all in vain,
like striking up a conversation with a hurricane.
I pulled a little trouble,
and they put me in a cell.
I tied a stone to my prayer
and I threw it down the wishing well.
I try to do my best
as an Only Son,
cause you can wear out your shoes,
dancing for everyone.
Chorus
Well I bet you thought I'd have given it up by now.
But I'm too far gone to want to come back,
and I wouldn't if I even knew how.
I never went to the crossroads
to make my name,
but the Devil came and found me
just the same.
Chorus
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3. |
Come On, Angel
02:38
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Come On Angel
My mother was raised in the country,
and my daddy was raised in town,
and for a while my world was a concrete yard
but I never let it bring me down.
God bless the child with a book in his hand
and god bless Holly Golightly,
and god bless all the barbers who cut my hair
and said 'son, that'll do you rightly'.
C'mon angel, c'mon fix my broken heart.
C'mon sugar, there ain't nothing in the world's
gonna tear us apart.
Well I jumped out a couple of windows,
but I always seemed to land on my feet.
And for a while I was so broke and alone
I would have knocked any door on the street,
and said
c'mon angel, c'mon fix my broken heart.
C'mon sugar, there ain't nothing in the world's
gonna tear us apart.
Now we're on a mission
taking our prescription
something good's coming
but we don't know what it's gonna be.
Now I listen to the bells of London ring
and I think about profit and loss,
as a high-heeled hooker walks past the church
and makes a little sign of the cross, and says
C'mon angel, c'mon fix my broken heart
C'mon sugar - there ain't nothing in the world's
Gonna tear us apart.
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Walked Upon the Water
03:26
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Walked Upon the Water
Old man walking off your blues,
wearing holes in all your shoes.
When you speak, the words get
washed out in the rain,
as you're trying to explain.
She's been walking through the fire,
dancing high upon a wire.
And if you could you would have
held the net that caught her.
Everyone wants to be Jesus
when He walked upon the water.
When they take away your wheels,
you put your faith back in your heels.
and you look at the pictures of the
places you once brought her,
it used to feel like you were Jesus
when He walked upon the water.
It's the thing you fear the most -
face to face with the Holy Ghost.
You can't face it down,
the way you know you ought to -
you have to put your faith in Jesus
when He walked upon the water.
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Train I'm On
02:56
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Train I'm On
I’m rolling sweet as a wheel on a track,
this ticket says I won't be back
and I'm gone, I'm gone
I got an appetite sixteen coaches long
on the train I'm on
You can lie in bed and you can weep and wail.
Leaving's gonna be like getting out of jail
and I'm gone, I'm gone.
I ain't putting you on,
there'll be no-one there to meet me
on the train I'm on
I look out the window and it makes me cry, cry
The towns and rivers and the years rolling by
You used to tell me all talent has to wait in line -
you oughta think about shutting your mouth some time
and I'm gone, I'm gone
I’m drinking Old Bushmills when we're out of champagne
on the train I'm on
I look out the window and it makes me cry, cry.
The towns and the rivers and the years rolling by
We fought six years longer than the civil war.
You wonder what you went and wasted all that energy for
and I'm gone, I'm gone.
I'm just rolling along,
you wouldn't know a sinner
on the train I'm on.
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6. |
Great Big World
03:40
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Great Big World
The summer I was ten,
the sun was high, the sky was blue.
I stole a magnifying glass
and burned a hole right through my shoe.
And playing football on the waste ground,
we found a dirty book.
We didn't t know that girls could look like that -
you just had to take a look.
And at school they got us ready for our tests.
We had to try to concentrate
while sunshine blazed across the desks.
And at night we knelt before the Holy Void,
without knowing what it was,
should we send our prayer to Jesus,
or to Santa Claus?
It's a great big world, and getting bigger.
I put a water pistol in my mouth and I
squeezed on the trigger.
Testing overheated plastic
on my tongue.
And there was no way to understand:
We wouldn't always be this young.
And the future smelled like factories,
like there was nothing else to choose.
They said 'it was good enough for your fathers,
so it'll be good enough for youse.'
Every neighbourhood kid,
every aunt and every uncle,
watching 'Elvis Live by Satellite'
and the Rumble in the Jungle.
It's a great big world, and getting bigger.
I put a water pistol in my mouth and I
squeezed on the trigger.
Testing overheated plastic
on my tongue.
And there was no way to understand:
We wouldn't always be this young.
And the world looked like a Western,
full of vengeance and hate.
And hope was just an ice cream van
on the edge of the estate.
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Cadillac Graveyard
03:49
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Cadillac Graveyard
I took my baby to the Cadillac Graveyard
I took my baby to the Cadillac Graveyard
I took my baby to the Cadillac Graveyard
and I asked her if she'd marry me.
We walked hand in hand between the burned out engines.
We walked hand in hand between the burned out engines
We walked hand in hand between the burned out engines
and she said this could never be.
And oh, if my blood was gasoline...
Oh, if my blood was gasoline.
All the pretty colours of the rusted hard tops
All the pretty colours of the rusted hard tops
All the pretty colours of the rusted hard tops
- they couldn't make her change her mind
And oh if my blood was gasoline
Oh, if my blood was gasoline,
we'd be cast into the Lake of Fire.
I left my baby in the Cadillac Graveyard
I left my baby in the Cadillac Graveyard
I left my baby in the Cadillac Graveyard
I could drive all night and never be home
I'll drive all night and never be home
I'll drive all night and never be home.
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Dear Amelia
02:58
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Dear Amelia
Dear Amelia,
I've been casting out my nets,
but they come up empty.
I've been cursed and I've been blessed,
and I'm still at this address.
And I hope the sunshine
is still steady on your bed,
and I hope you're listening
to every angel in your head,
out here the leaves are turning red.
And I know,
I said I'd take a trip out West
to see you,
but to tell the truth I
kind of lost the heart,
and I couldn't even start.
So Amelia,
I still go walking on the strand,
coming home at sunset
with nothing in my hands
and my boots all full of sand.
And I know,
I said I'd take a trip out West
to see you,
but to tell the truth I
kind of lost the heart,
and I couldn't even start.
Yours sincerely,
with nothing left to lose,
I’m disconnected, and hungry for news -
send me something I can use.
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9. |
Miles & Weather
03:22
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Miles & Weather
I've been spending too much time in the car.
Things feel like they're passing me faster than they are,
rolling backwards
in my rearview mirror,
miles and weather.
I've been spending too much time on screens,
without figuring out what much of it really means.
Calculations
of erosion over time
miles and weather.
I've been spending too much time in the wind
and it steals away my words as I begin
a conversation
between distance and love,
miles and weather.
I've been spending too much time without you,
I've been leaning on my luck and I'm overdue.
St. Christopher:
put my hands on the wheel,
miles and weather.
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10. |
Andrea's Runway Song
02:19
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Andrea’s Runway Song
In the middle of the night she comes to me,
to see if I'm all right.
She's an angel in a doorway all in white.
When December crosswinds blow, and I
can't read the signs -
she always pulls me back across the line.
Sometimes she gives me the passport blues,
and she kisses me goodbye.
But I love her like a runway loves the sky.
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Anthony Toner Belfast, UK
An independent singer songwriter and guitarist, based in Belfast.
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