1. |
This Will Be Our Year
04:00
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You set up your dreams on a window ledge,
Of the prison cell that keeps you feeling just like dead.
You wake up one day, to see the cell block gone,
Your dreams are all there, you're right where you belong.
But oh! To be free!
You don't want to be like me,
The past is plain to see.
Oh, whoa is me!
The vision at arms length,
Is right in front of me.
Once I was a vagabond,
Searching for anything to turn me on.
I had no walls to hold me in,
The barflies and dreamers, they were my only friends.
But oh! To be free!
You don't want to be like me,
The past is plain to see.
Oh, whoa is me!
The vision at arms length,
Is right in front of me.
The future is unwritten, but that don't mean we can't
Write a rough draft.
We try to hold on to old ideals,
The furthest thing away from me, now, is my past.
But oh! To be free!
Exactly what I need,
Was right in front of me.
Finally I'm free!
The only thing in my world now,
Is you and me.
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2. |
Day by Day
02:43
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Sometimes I close my eyes to be sure
That I’m lucky just to be with her
The old folks say this first year’s the hardest
But the rest should make us feel secure
When you have all you could ever want
And the heartbreak only ever seems to taunt
With your best friend right at your side
You can rest assured confident
With your hand in mine as we bound across obstacles
Couldn’t have hoped for a better partner in crime
Day by day I’m happy that it’s you and I.
The eyes I see when the sun goes down
The lips I make smile when I see a frown
I’ll always do my best and sometimes the rest
To make sure the bad days simply turn around
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3. |
Lasso the Moon
03:13
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That little red and white dress
Those strappy little crimson high heeled shoes
Man, I love it when she shines so bright
I love to watch the way she moves
You catch a helluva lot more flies,
With honey than vinegar
But I’m just sitting here
Wishing and praying
Hoping that I get to see you again tonight
But you are your happiness
I need it every day
A smile for me babe, I hope it never goes away
What is it that you want?
I’ll throw a lasso ‘around the moon
Pull it down for you babe,
It’s for you I swoon
You smile like the sun,
And your voice is just like music to my ears
And your words bring a smile to my face
I want you and I can't make that clear enough
I’ll wait my whole life but the waiting can be rough
I lay awake, through night after night of dreamless sleep
But I know that one day I’ll be with you
So I need not weep
But the sun goes down on another day
And I can’t let you get away, no, no not you…
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Kick off my shoes,
It's a Saturday night.
Throw back a glass of scotch to get the feeling right.
Throw on some nice clothes
Fresher than a rose,
Cut just a minute ago.
Hop into the car,
We're driving fast, not far,
Living lives you'd die to know.
You can't slow me down,
Can't turn this around,
We're gonna drive this life straight into the ground
We're going out,
Gonna get it right tonight,
We're gonna set this town alight,
We're gonna get things done, yeah,
And have a good time.
Here at the bar we're doing round after round
Doing our best to get lost, don't wanna be found.
We're hyper-simian! We're hyper-simian.
I'm gonna go home with you.
Tomorrow, sleepin' in, tomorrow sleepin' in,
Tonight you'll make me feel brand new...
You can't slow me down,
Can't turn this around,
We're gonna drive this life straight into the ground
We're going out,
Gonna get it right tonight,
We're gonna set this town alight,
We're gonna get things done, yeah,
And have a good time.
We're dancing all night long, until the break of dawn
Now we can't be stopped.
We're gonna sweat it out, we're gonna scream and shout,
Rock it when the needle drops.
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5. |
Small, Small World
02:56
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When I was young, I didn’t think a lot
When I was young, I wasn’t so hot,
But the years roll by
You know that time flies
Don’t let it slip away
I’m older now, but I feel it still
In some ways, I think I always will
Why worry now
It all works out, somehow
Just live for today
‘Cause it’s a small, small world
And if you don’t fit in
That’s alright, cuz it comes round again
You’re feeling fine,
With your feet upon the road
May it rise to meet you
And carry your heavy load.
Yes it’s a small world
It keeps on getting smaller
From the babies in the city to the
Folks out in the holler
I know I’m not alone but the feeling wanes
Everybody out there sometimes feels the same
We’re small sometimes
Though it’s just in our minds
Don’t let it slip away
So to all you out there who are just like me
Just look outside and maybe then you’ll see:
It’ll be alright
If we just hold on tight
Keep truckin’ until we’re gone.
‘Cause it’s a small, small world
And if you don’t fit in
That’s alright, cuz it comes round again
You’re feeling fine,
With your feet upon the road
May it rise to meet you
And carry your heavy load.
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6. |
5K
02:52
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You can walk a mile,
Or win a three-legged race,
Or even run in a 5K,
At a drunken pace.
Keep your eyes off the prize,
At the finish line,
With your eyes at your feet.
You got left behind, you got left behind...
You can race toward a heart to save
And if you're running fast enough
You can race toward an early grave.
You can run on land
Or you can run aground
If someone is chasing you
You can run around.
But watch where you tread
Because you'll never be
Able to run at the speed of sound.
Keep your eyes off the prize,
At the finish line,
With your eyes at your feet.
You got left behind, you got left behind
You don't have to run no more.
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7. |
Small Axe
04:42
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I dunno why you chose to act this way
On this particular day:
Did you think that just because you were a star,
That anything you can do you may?
I had just gotten to work
When you decided to be a jerk.
Makes me wonder what old Neil Young would do
He'd kick your ass, I wish I could too.
I've got a small axe to grind on your headstone
I'll bet you die alone.
But even if I were bitter and old,
I'll still be better than you.
You used to be so cool out on your own
But those hipsters wouldn't leave you alone.
The old town misses you, but you don't miss them too
And for that you should just go on home.
You chose to throw it all away
For some PBR and a lay
Everyone's laughing at you, I hope you feel it too
You won't be welcome back this way
I've got a small axe to grind on your headstone
I'll bet you die alone.
But even if I were bitter and old,
I'll still be better than you.
You think you are the sheriff of this town
You control what's going down
But who gave you the right to chose what goes on at night
What goes around, comes back around.
I didn't need to ask why
And I didn't have the time to cry.
Why waste my time and energy
On someone like you,
To care less, I'd have to try.
I've got a small axe to grind on your headstone
I'll bet you die alone.
But even if I were bitter and old,
I'll still be better than you.
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8. |
Being Young
03:25
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For all my weaknesses
Sometimes I can’t see
The greater strengths you bring out in me
I’m of the opinion to
Give credit where credit’s due
I don’t know why you put up with me
But I’m just starting to see
The way things are and should be done
I’ll take your little hand in mine
And chalk it up to being young
Sometimes I lose my cool
I’m quick to anger you see but
I’m trying hard to make the change
I never had one good reason
But your love’s as good as any
A boy could have to rearrange
But I’m just starting to see
The way things are and should be done
I’ll take your little hand in mine
And chalk it up to being young
Wait for tomorrow, dear,
I swear I’ll be better then
And better, still, as the days go by
So if you’ll have me
I’ll make a promise that
I’ll never give you one reason to cry
But I’m just starting to see
The way things are and should be done
I’ll take your little hand in mine
And chalk it up to being young
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9. |
Stupid Things
03:23
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All of the stupid things I say
Go in one ear and out the other way
I can't seem to get away from you
But it's not like I ever really wanted to.
Your hair's on fire in the right light.
Oh I wish, how I wish, oh babe, I could see you tonight.
There's something so beautiful so deep down in your eyes
The open/close doorway into your disguise.
I'm coming 'round
And I'm into you
From far away
I'm close to you
I understand and wish you well
I'll pull you out of your own Hell.
From your eyes I can see your soul
You say that you are feeling worn and old
But don't let their needs bring you down
And if they do, you know I'll always be around
I'm coming 'round
And I'm into you
From far away
I'm close to you
I understand and wish you well
I'll pull you out of your own Hell.
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10. |
Remember
04:03
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I just stopped by to take a look at my past
I close my eyes and it takes me there so damn fast
I put the key in the door, then turn the lock
I hope this time you remember to knock
The binding is broken, the pages decayed
I try to look deeper, but soon turn away
Do you remember the fall, remember the crash?
Or has it too, for you, turned to ash?
Dust covers the pages, tears fall to the floor,
The table of contents, I can't read anymore.
I'm writing a future away from my past
And if I am lucky this future will last.
No, no more hurt feelings, no more anguished cries
And if I am lucky, it'll be there when I die.
Dust covers the pages, tears fall to the floor,
The table of contents, I can't read anymore.
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11. |
Roly Poly
03:54
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Amble on, slowly as you wander the floor.
From dusk to dawn, scramble as you search for more.
Say what they will, their insults roll right off your hard back.
Amble on, little buddy, further down the off-beaten path.
Roly poly, roly poly, Oh what you gonna do?
You roll up in a ball whenever something scares you
Ain't got no wheels, no you ain't got no wings,
Roly poly, roly poly got your world floatin' on a string.
Where ya goin, walking round in your knee high grey socks,
In the muck and mire, bramble, and darkness under rocks.
Lace up your tie round your collar, and shine up your shoes.
You play like the little guy, but man, I ain't nothing like you.
Roly poly, roly poly, Oh what you gonna do?
You roll up in a ball whenever something scares you
Ain't got no wheels, no you ain't got no wings,
Roly poly, roly poly got your world floatin' on a string.
Got sticky fingers, strapped onto grubby paws.
Sticking your hands and nose deep into what ain't yours.
Time and again, I've seen it, always comes true.
The man from Ripoffsville gets his when justice comes through.
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12. |
Purple Hydrangeas
03:53
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I’ve set my eyes upon you
The kind that do not wander
But you don’t understand
The power of these lightning blues
It’s easy to see that I will hold onto you
Within longevity anything’s possible
Living in sin, purple hydrangeas
Will bring that certain sparkle to your eye
Country girl with your tattoos on
Don’t be afraid of where life might take you
There’s always risk in something new
But let’s take the chance before it’s too late
It’s easy to see that I will hold onto you
Within longevity anything’s possible
Living in sin, purple hydrangeas
Will bring that certain sparkle to your eye
Should winter come to your reel heart
I hope a cold wind don’t blow you around
You see, we can always restart
And if you’re lost, don’t forget you can be found.
It’s easy to see that I will hold onto you
Within longevity anything’s possible
Living in sin, purple hydrangeas
Will bring that certain sparkle to your eye
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