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We're Already Gone
04:26
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all the errant ones
going home to get their dinner while it’s warm
and all the feral ones
fill their sails and set a course for parts unknown
cold ones
look in upon
the fire in the stove
all the pretty ones
wishing for a gaze that deepened over time
all the homely ones
knew if they could only glitter they’d be fine
cold ones
look in upon
the fire in the stove
warm ones
would shed their coats
and lie upon the snow
we’re already gone
before the wind can touch us where we’re sore
we’re already gone
hiding from the tender things we want
guitar solo
cold ones
look in upon
the fire in the stove
warm ones
would shed their coats
and lie upon the snow
we’re already gone
before the wind can touch us where we’re sore
we’re already gone
hiding from the tender things we want
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i move along upon my little track
it takes me around the pond
in a beautifully tight circle
i can almost see beyond
stop writhing
stop fighting
we’re all chained to the world
and i say no no no, no no no, no
i can’t seem to let it go
at the river there’s an apple tree
that’s grown around a fence
choking vines tighten quietly
in a slow moving dance
stop writhing
stop fighting
we’re all chained to the world
and i say no no no, no no no, no
i can’t seem to let it go
but there’s something in the bud
something in the clover
something in the air
when the rains are finally over
maybe on the other side
we never know relief
maybe it’s so static
we come here to see
stop writhing
stop fighting
we’re all chained to the world
and i say no no no, no no no, no
i can’t seem to let it go
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It Don't Change A Thing
04:38
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you called me up, just the other day
you said you’d been thinkin’ about the way
you tore me down and didn’t do your part
and asked me to trust all the lies in your heart
i’m glad that you called
that you gave me a ring
i’m glad that you’re learnin’
it don’t change a thing
you told me about your new flame
you said he’s a drinker
and ain’t it a shame
but he don’t really know you
coz you won’t let him in
i wish that you could
but that don’t change a thing
all those years diggin’ and panning for gold
i learned my lesson a thousand times o’er
and i’ll count the ways it opened my mind
that river of pain
taught me to be kind
all those years diggin’ and panning for gold
i learned my lesson a thousand times o’er
and i’ll count the ways you broadened my mind
that river of pain
showed me to be kind
well you called me up, just the other day
said you’d been thinkin’ about the old days
i’m glad that you called
that you gave me a ring
i’m glad that you’re learnin’
but it don’t change a thing
i’m glad that you’re learnin’
it don’t change a thing
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The Frog King
03:41
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you were drawn to me,
cause you're drawn to pain,
so I indulged you with a sad story.
you heard it, and left me with
these cold and empty sheets.
so the next day I appeared again,
uninvited at your door.
and demanded further audience
a place beside you on your floor.
couldn’t you use a friend,
to share some evenings with?
everyone needs some warmth,
even someone as cold and green as me.
well it took some time
but I began to win you over
(or so i thought)
You know appearance are deceiving.
And in a flash all at once it came clear,
Throw me against the wall.
And fears will disappear
In a moment of unbridled love.
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lots and cigarettes have gone the way of smoke and stone
and waiting on the stairs beside the phone
lots to say but words they always seem to come out wrong
falling short of saying what we are
a painting of a painting of a fire
mm mmm
breaking bread with strangers
building castles in the sand
knowing that you won’t see them again
leave me by the lamppost in the winter of your heart
fall asleep surrounded by the car
i can see the moon among the stars
mm mmm
say hello to
all of the things you used to cling to
sewed inside, looking out through someone’s eyes
say hello to
all of the things you used to cling to
sewed inside, looking out through someone’s eyes
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lyrics by Sean McKinstry
If the moonlight loved the birds' song in the morning
Would dawn come early?
Would the sun cut in like an old jealous friend?
A waltz with more madness than love
In the shadow of this mighty mountain there is nothing
but a curse on our name
Oh brother, do you feel it? I have felt all I can
So I stand in the desert and I wait for the rain
If my blessings can't wait, we'll throw a parade
and I'll dance with misfortune instead
I dream I smell the rain
and it hits hard on this dusty plain
But we've been here before, the fates are unkind
Can't live on a dream so we pay it no mind
If my blessings can't wait, we'll throw a parade
and I'll dance with misfortune instead
there once was a time when we would wake. to.
green leaves, dew on the petals of your grandmother's rose
But I guess it's not that way anymore
If my blessings can't wait, we'll throw a parade
and I'll dance with misfortune instead
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7. |
Ghosts
04:24
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lyrics by Dan Niejadlik
I think it’s safe to say that the distance
between the left bank and the right
is simply just an ocean of inconvenience
is simply just a way to fall apart
we’re harboring all the ghosts of the oceans
we’re justifying a beautiful lie
with a cross-contintenal rope of sheets
tearing at the seams
and i hate the ocean
and i hate the sea
we’re harboring all the ghosts of the oceans
we’re justifying a beautiful lie
with a cross-contintenal rope of sheets
tearing at the seams
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Jared Fiske Sturbridge, Massachusetts
Jared Fiske is a singer-songwriter from Sturbridge, Massachusetts. Hailing from a musical family, Fiske began performing
with his father, Rob Adams, and brother Seth from a young age in a wedding band.
These days, Fiske plays at bars and coffeehouses throughout Massachusetts, performing 100+ shows a year. He also teaches guitar professionally and runs a home recording studio.
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