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Boston Harbor Blues
04:31
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Well the air it feels fantastic
But from mouth to ear its plastic
Seems like the cards in their pockets are starting to attach to the hip
Hell, its only a two dollar coffee
I'd spare ya the change but I'm awfully
Sick and tired of coughing up appreciated tips
I'm out here in the harbor where the wind blows hard
And I could not be farther from the place I come from
And I don't mind this place at all
Save the frats, the rent, and the shopping malls
So maybe I'll stay around Boston another month
My lucky, lovable lassie, ya know she drove me so damn fast
And said when I walk around her I look just like a rodeo clown
When I asked her about Manhattan, it was like I dreamt it up in latin
She said, "we don't speak like that in this old town."
The bars they look like clinics
For the sons of drunken cynics
Who sit, sat, and said they're sorry for somethin' they sung
And the boys who took their barstools
Would bring a cocktailpipe to a carpool
But I get them to play by our rules when the morning comes
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2. |
It Gets Lonely
05:04
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When I come home from where ever I am
I ain't ever got much to do
I just read a book or pick up my guitar
Maybe try and write a tune
But there was once a time when I'd come home
And had someone there waitin' for me
I'd read her mind and she'd read mine
But I always wrote too much it seemed
And these days I just get stuck thinking how good it must be
To have someone there by your side, writing just what you want to read
Like June and John or Susanna and Guy
Hell, I make Paris and Helen look good
Oh, to have someone by your side, lord I wish someone would
It gets lonely sometimes
Sleeping with yourself damn near every night
If only for a day I had someone I'd feel alright
Oh and surely she'll come along
And she'll be singing my favorite song
Lord knows its gotta be soon or I'll be gone
So its a little of this, and a little of that
Spinning Chet Baker records all damn night
Already cleaned up the house two or three times
But something still don't seem right
I know it ain't the lamp cause I know it ain't moved
Since the night she left and knocked it down
And I know it ain't the bed--it always looks the same
Like some empty ghost town
It sure gets lonely sometimes
Sleeping with yourself damn near every night
If only for a day I had someone I'd feel alright
Lord knows she'll come along
And she'll be singing my favorite song
Got its gotta be soon or I'll be gone
I keep my head up, no I never let on that inside I'm on old factory
Cold and dark, missing some parts, just waiting for a fire to start
In my house or in my heart
To put an end to this being lonely
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Blues #78
02:18
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I want a love unimposed
Unimpressed with dinners and dining clothes
Yet formal and true
Like the sight of spilled champagne in the room
I want a woman who is full
I want a bonnet, not a crosswalk
Someone who smiles in red
Won't carve into a bench the things I've said
And she's picking up the coats
I say, "well, I've got one of those"
If I was smart and if I was sober I'd just go home
This loveless bore is making me cold
It hardens me up and makes me old
I feel the tearing of my soul
And I'm as lucid as a watchtower kid
With a beaming light--a gun at his hip
But I always miss the shot
And my god, does it hurt
She's picking up the tabs
I say, "thanks, but I paid cash."
If I was simple, tired, and rash, I'd go to bed
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I've repeated scripture, dripped in blood, thieved from the burning crosses
And the crown of thorns hangs off my side
And the uniform they gave me
Is a token for my crime
The mirror I use to shave my face don't send me no reflection
It shows me a man not scarred by a blade or a knife
But by the sharpness and precision
That comes with passing time
And you know I got no reason to be afraid or petrified
Cause I'm gonna find myself a savior and a little piece of mind
I've broken bottles on silhouettes in the daydream of a question
And when I lay down blue I only ask, "why?"
I don't bend my mood or routine
And I never sit and cry
I'm estranged from my dear brother, ya know he was my voice of treason
It seems I'm always a state away from my family
I'm in a state of constant panic, and they're in purity
But you know I've got no reason to fear the night or 'morrow
Cause I'm gonna find myself a manger where I can lay down all my sorrow
I was upside down and inside out when I'd come out of last summer
I could see the grotesque village that was my mind
And I burnt down all their buildings, but they've just set up down the line
And you know I've got no reason to curse the Lord in vain
I'm gonna find me something I can believe in so I can sing His name
And you know I've got no reason to be afraid or petrified
Cause I'm gonna find myself a savior and a little piece of mind
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