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Heart Shoes
03:57
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get your heart shoes on
put em on and double knot them
tie them oh so tight my dear
don't wait till the break of dawn
don't wait till we're not young no more
i'll always hate those shoes
with spikes all over
they pierce and they bruise,
and scar forever
i'll never wear those shoes
they don't fit too well
you win i lose
just trample over me
poker faces on
no one knows just who is bluffing
oh put your best face on tonight
don't wait till the show is done
don't wait till everyone's asleep
i’ll always hate those shoes
with spikes all over
they pierce and they bruise,
and scar forever
i'll never wear those shoes
they don't fit too well
you win i lose
just trample over me
hearts will bend, but mine won't break
hearts will bend, but mine won't break
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Pipe Dreams
03:49
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if we're all alone and in a pasture far away
and we have no such thing as conversation, not a word to say
we would not take things for granted, things that cannot say
"how was your day?”, "it was okay…"
if the world were square and we could just fall off the sides
then we'd have to be quite cautious so we wouldn't fall and die
we might not take things for granted, things that are so round
please don't fall, off of the ground
have you ever dreamt a dream worth dreaming
have you ever watched a dreamer sleeping
i sure hope not, that’s kind of creepy
if we could not breathe cuz there was no such thing as air
do you think we would still live or would we even really care
i for one hope were still breathing, till the day we croak
go up in flames, and down in smoke
if we had big wings and everyone of us could fly, would we glide
across the world like all those planes up in the sky
i think we might hit some traffic, plus i‘m scared of heights
but oh dear please, be safe in flight
have you ever dreamt a dream worth dreaming
have you ever watched a dreamer sleeping
i sure hope not, that’s kind of creepy
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3. |
Something Else
04:10
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you’re the song stuck in my head
you’re the spider and I’m trapped in your web
you’re the rain cloud that I cant escape
you’re my elmer’s glue and I’m your scotch tape
you’re something else
you’re something else
yes you are
you’re the bird on my windowsill
singing mellifluously as i lay still
you’re italic, and i’m so bold
you’re my golden girl when i get old
you’re something else
you’re something else
yes you are
tuck me in when I go to bed
and give me a little kiss on my forehead
promise me you’ll never leave
well live together so happily
you’re something else
you’re something else
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4. |
10 and 2
04:29
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bits of shattered glass float free
skin penetrates the debris
bones crush under all the steel
10 and 2, hands on the wheel
let’s drive
airbags go and heartbeat stops
no blood flows as vessels pop
spinal cord has now derailed
body engine life has failed
if you’re up there, and you hear me
this might be the end
even though i’m not quite worthy
save me oh dear friend
i have never believed in you
it’s all been pretend
so if my soul descends to hell
i guess ill understand
if you’re up there, and you hear me
this might be the end
even though i’m not quite worthy
save me oh dear friend
i have never believed in you
it’s all been pretend
so if my soul descends to hell
i guess ill understand
i guess this is the end
so long oh dear friend
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5. |
For Lorn
04:13
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keep telling yourself
keep telling yourself
that it'll be okay
that it'll be okay
keep faking that smile
keep faking that smile
and things will be okay
and things will be okay
you've said and done everything
you've tried and failed everything
you'll never know everything
you'll never have everything
keep playing the field
keep playing the field
and you'll hit rock bottom
and cry your eyes out
keep rollin’ the dice
keep rollin’ the dice
and you'll leave with nothing
you'll leave with nothing
you've said and done everything
you've tried and failed everything
you'll never know everything
you'll never have everything
you've won the world to lose your soul
you've spun right out, out of control
you've won the world to lose your soul
you've spun right out, out of control
you’ve won the world, you’ve won the world
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6. |
Of Hada and Hadak
04:28
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when you were gone
i listened for your voice
in the songs of the bluebirds
and oh the sweetest songs I heard
when you were gone
i could see your face
in the shadows left behind
in a different place in time
but it was gone just as it arrived
and the memory will fade but never die
i'll build this love upon a rock,
and sturdy it shall stand
unless we find beneath it all
lies nothing but quicksand
but I dreamt a dream
where everything had changed
and everything I knew
was useless in this space
when I awoke
i knew nothing was the same
cuz the people all around
had no faces and no names
and you were gone, no where to be found,
you had packed your things and left without a sound
i’ll build this love upon a rock,
and sturdy it shall stand,
unless we find beneath it all,
lies nothing but quicksand
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amazing grace
how sweet the sound
would be if i could hear it
a broken mind a tortured soul
i’ll never be set free
i’ll never be set free
i'm lost will i ever be found
i'm lost will i ever be found
i thought i had it all figured out
i had my faith on a paper plate with a side of doubt
i had my life in a suitcase packed, ready to go
i built my house on a mound of sand, i hope it will float
i'm lost will i ever be found
i'm lost will i ever be found
i'm lost will i ever be found
i'm lost will i ever be found
will you ever find me
will you ever come
will you ever save me
oh father bring the sun
so i can see the light of day
and prove this wars been won
so i can fall down on my knees
blinded by the sun
everybody wants somebody
and i want you
everybody needs somebody
and i need you
i'm lost will i ever be found
i'm lost will i ever be found
i'm lost and i’ll never be found
i'm lost no i’ll never be found
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buster martin was a man
he lived and he lived and he ran, and he ran
he sips his brews and tokes his smokes
dirty old mind and dirtier jokes
buster martin was a friend
loyal as hell, never pretends
got a big ol’ beard and a nice thick ‘stache
got a big ol’ soul and a [tractor] to match
good ol Buster, good ol Buster,
he’s my, my favorite guy
God bless him, oh God bless him, i swear he'll never die
buster martin is old.
101 with a heart of gold
got mugged by punks in the street
but he kicked him the junk and got up on his feet
good ol buster, good ol buster, he’s my, my favorite guy
God bless him, oh God bless him,
i swear he'll never die, cuz legends never die
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George Kamel Nashville, Tennessee
Nashville-based singer/songwriter George Kamel writes songs that contemplate the beauty of life and reality of pain. Using an impressive array of folk instrumentation, Kamel balances the ethereal and earthly to invoke an emotive experience about life as he wish it were lived. ... more
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