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The Painted
03:37
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01 The Painted
(Donnie Hicks)
I’ve been caught crying in a rainstorm
I’ve been tryin’ hard to change my thoughts
But Knowing I’m a misdirected resource
Don’t make me feel any less left out
I’ve been missing you and other things we never had
Another first time broke and turned into a rerun
I’ll be back someday to the place I never left
I hope you’re still standing and smiling at the sunset
Don’t paint me indifferent but paint me in shades of blue
Feather me into the horizon like I was made to
Maybe if I’m lucky my paint will run into you
I’ve been an unconscious stand in
I’ve been trying hard to wake myself up
But knowing I’m asleep and maybe dreaming
Don’t make me feel less like a painting on the wall
Don’t paint me indifferent but paint me in shades of blue
Feather me into the horizon like I was made to
Maybe if I’m lucky my paint will run into you
Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll slide off of the foreground
Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll stumble onto your shoe
Take me with you...Take me with you...
Don’t paint me indifferent but paint me in shades of blue
Feather me into the horizon like I was made you
Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll slide into you
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2. |
Cross the Street
04:08
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When we gonna cross that street?
I’ll hold your hand it’s not for you but for me
I’m still learning this, so cut me some slack
I’ll forgive you your faults if you forgive me that
I said ‘we’re well matched’
You said, ‘don’t cling to that
another road another town perhaps
if bein’ well met,’ you said, if in fact
‘is not a facet between our edge’
When we gonna cross that street?
I’ll hold your hand it’s not for you but for me
I’m still learning this, so cut me some slack
I’ll forgive you your faults if you forgive me that
Felt like forces that we’d not got the timing yet
Reasons to say Yes were few and far and deep and wide
So when’s a good time for giving us a shot?
I’m sick of letting life signs tell us to stop
When we gonna cross that street?
I’ll hold your hand it’s not for you but for me
I’m still learning this, so cut me some slack
I’ll forgive you your faults if you forgive me that
All our passions are bottled up
When we get together the cork could bust
What we waitin’ for, utopia?
Cuz we’ve been waiting for a long time
But the feelin’ ain’t subsided
When we gonna cross that street?
I’ll hold your hand it’s not for you but for me
I’m still learning this, so cut me some slack
I’ll forgive you your faults if you forgive me that
When we gonna cross that street?
I’ll hold your hand it’s not for you but for me
I’m still learning this, so cut me some slack
I’ll forgive you your faults if you forgive me that
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3. |
You, Me, Them, We
03:05
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I want to be more superficial
Get thru the work week, keep it simple
Strangers and family, friends and lovers,
Share the same goal: reach the sunset
My friends, we’re not unique, you know...
“Well good! Then at least we’re not alone!”
My friends, we’re not unique, you know...
“Well good! Then at least we’re not alone!”
We don’t want to be beacons of light
We just want to be a constellation
You, Me, Them, We
Working as One in harmony
We’re often caught with tunnel vision
We can only see what’s missing
What we got is all we need
No I and you..Just us and we
My friends, we’re not unique, you know...
“Well good! Then at least we’re not alone!”
My friends, we’re not unique, you know...
“Well good! Then at least we’re not alone!”
We don’t want to be beacons of light
We just want to be a constellation
You, Me, Them, We
Working as One in harmony
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4. |
It Ain't Coincidence
04:22
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Frozen waterfalls formed the overflow of the lakes
We sat on top of the cascade,laughed every time the cracks radiate
If I like and you like, and it ain’t coincidence
How we adore one another
We gather and drink from our favorite memories
Stored as coffee mugs in the cupboard
Flowing river red formed of taillights as
They press the brakes
We stood on top of the hill
Watched the traffic jam: horns cuz they’re late
If I like and you like, and it ain’t coincidence
How we adore one another
We speak the same nonsense, so says the monument
Photographs hung above the oven
If I like and you like, and it ain’t coincidence
How we adore one another
We gather and drink from our favorite memories
Stored as coffee mugs in the cupboard
If you’re late for Confirmation
If I’m too old for making these jokes...
Chances are we both are
If I like and you like, and it ain’t coincidence
How we adore one another
We gather and drink from our favorite memories
Stored as coffee mugs in the cupboard
If I like and you like, and it ain’t coincidence
How we adore one another
We speak the same nonsense, so says the monument
Photographs hung above the oven
If I like and you like, and it ain’t coincidence
How we adore one another
We gather and drink from our favorite memories
Stored as coffee mugs in the cupboard
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5. |
W.A.R.
04:18
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To measure the grace of a life
In the Tapestry of touched
Woven many strong
I saw a spark, a smile, and
Felt a warmth coming from her
From her inside
When we were young,
We loved to fight
But now it’s W.A.R.
(We Are Right)
We bargain what we have
For lucid dreams of need
And wonder why our friends
They take offense
If you trade my memories
Wish, Rather, and Should
I would feel wronged
If I weren’t so correct
I mean, if I ever even was
When we were young,
We loved to fight
But now it’s W.A.R.
(We Are Right)
A demand disguised
Between our pillows and our sheets
A fire between where our eyes
Our eyes, they meet
What could be different?
What could be better...
We’re indecisive but we’re
Sure of ourselves
If taking leads to touching
And touching’s a slipper slope...
Hold my hand as we discuss our night
When we were young,
We loved to fight
But now it’s W.A.R.
(We Are Right)
When we were young,
We loved to fight
But now it’s W.A.R
(We Are Right)
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6. |
One More Revolution
04:09
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Well I woke up far too early and
My head was still a’ spinnin’ and
My side was stitched with ribbons
To the bed
My palm was pressed against the wall
Where I had traced the outline of
Your hand
My alarm clock had been buzzin’ and
My legs were jellied – useless and
My thoughts were scarcely thru
Undressing you
This God-forsaken morning
Came knocking in unwelcome to
My room
Sun arise and so shall I
(but not by my decision)
Silvered moon, not too soon
For you I need one more revolution
You woke me in the middle and
My dreams were great – at least I think
The ones I can’t seem to recreate
With you
My fist was clenched against the sheets
Where I had spent long hours with you but
In my dreams
Where we had been was wakin’ up
Laughing, Huggin, Touching, Squeezing,
Anything wished wishful thinking
Felt real
I awoke alone across town from you
Remember that we were
Scarcely friends
Sun arise and so shall I
(but not by my decision)
Silvered moon, not too soon
For you I need one more revolution
Sun arise and so shall I
(but not by my decision)
Silvered moon, not too soon
For you I need one more revolution
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7. |
Bottled Intent
05:02
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Sunlight filtered through
Subtracted by the smoke
And amplified by bottles on your shelf
Casting tiny arcs
On the wall you painted red
The other day your eyes were wide at
the storm outside
I could have told you that
It made me scared and full of rage
But I laughed in defense
Cuz the canvas reflects
More than the rain
Like the storm in our hearts
Days when you were gone
I wrote down the truth
Corked the note and I took it
to the Quarry
I mined a ton of regret from
the walls where were once slept
When I saw that bottle splash and
Spell our your name
I could have told you that
It made me scared like it was Fate
But I laughed in defense
Cuz the canvas reflects
More than the games
Like the ride that we’re on
I’m sorry…
That I didn’t run!
So sorry…
It took years at my crawl away
down from us.
you and I we always took our time
Days when you were here
We needed nothing else
Free, at least, from the voice
Within ourselves
I could have told you that
It made me scared
More than estranged
From the We used to be
I’m sorry…
That I didn’t run!
So sorry…
It took years at my crawl away
down from us.
you and I we always took our time
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8. |
Better With
04:31
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Evidence strung out like history
Do moments in time reflect the whole story?
Talk to me, baby, tell me what you want
Don’t leave alone with only my thoughts
Where are we headin', I can't read your mind
Don't lead me in the dark all of the time
To see where we're goin' we gotta know who we are
It's always better with the light on
The years are pickin' up quick
Each one shorter than the last had been
If you love me more than just experience
Let's be alive, honey, before we're dead
Where are we headin', I can't read your mind
Don't lead me in the dark all of the time
To see where we're goin' we gotta know who we are
It's always better with the light on
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9. |
Compost
03:19
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We were the past tense; Shouldn’t and should have
Gone towards the light
But now we’re present; Depending on who you ask
We’ve done wrong to achieve what’s right
Projected on a screen; Silent and looping
We were the light
All ones and zeros; Darlin’ we’re here but cold
Our hearts reach their shelf life
We haunted all our former homes and slept under rugs like dust
I’m not as good as I think I am but I’m better than I thought
I’m now a factor of my mother and father
Reach toward the light
They are the compost
We are the progress
In a recycled life
We haunted all our former homes and slept under rugs like dust
I’m not as good as I think I am but I’m better than I thought
The peaks and valleys; the heart of the city
Will someday translate
Open the windows; water the plants and they’ll grow
In dirt that we’ll be someday
We haunted all our former homes and slept under rugs like dust
I’m not as good as I think I am but I’m better than I thought
I’m not as good as I think I am but I’m better than I thought
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10. |
Kickstand
04:16
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Farmer farms still congregate
in the Long Beach Hotel thru the winter
“Everything falls,” they say, “but most of all
anything that was once standing”
The Solstice Song is less up than down
Why our lights are less off than on
You keep us moving to make the heat
When you tired you can lean on me
I’ll be your kickstand if you’ll be my wheel that turns around
I’ll be your kickstand to give you rest
When the light is gone and darkness upon us
I’ll be your kickstand to give you rest
Boardwalk boards run east to west
And they follow the sun in the summer
“When days are long, they say that, “everyone
needs somewhere tonight for tomorrow”
This Solstice Song between the Equinox
Had us wishing that it never would stop
When the rain comes and washes us out
I’ll be the person you can lean on
I’ll be your kickstand if you’ll be my wheel that turns around
I’ll be your kickstand to give you rest
When the light is gone and darkness upon us
I’ll be your kickstand to give you rest
I’ll be the hook you can hang all your clothes on to dry ;)
You’ll be the reason that the rest was justified
I’ll be your kickstand if you’ll be my wheel that turns around
I’ll be your kickstand to give you rest
When the light is gone and darkness upon us
I’ll be your kickstand to give you rest
I’ll be your kickstand if you’ll be my wheel that turns around
I’ll be your kickstand to give you rest
When the light is gone and darkness upon us
I’ll be your kickstand to give you rest
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11. |
I'll Be Back
04:45
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I'm dodging all the rocks and docks and wading out the bay
The steely darkened water left no vestige of my way
Before I head round the bend Ill be grabbing both my oars
Cuz if the wind doesn't blow then the sail doesn't fill
but I can still paddle hard
Be calm, my storm...
You never did stagnate, still, when you need to find
a way, a peace, you’ll find it clear as the truth in your mind
I’ve come to the conclusion I can’t forget and move on
But if I havent got a map cuz I burned on my past
Does that excuse me from fate?
Be calm, my storm...
Words have power, too, and they shouldn’t be abused
I never had the gentle touch I commit when I feel truth
Please pear down all my thoughts and all my lengthy run-ons, too
Cuz if we live in absolutes then the only living truth that
There are always several hundred ways
Be calm, my storm...
I still miss you when I’m asleep at night
Between two families of Ponderosa Pine
With nothing but the truth that you’re a mystery
I’ll still wonder over you and how it is that you sleep
When I go, there will be no turning back
When I go, drive west of North Platte
When I go, will they manifest
All those hidden thoughts that your heart locked from your head
When I go, there will be no tears left
When I go, drive east of North Platte
When I go, oh please don’t you fret
Cuz before long, you know....I’ll be back
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