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California (Prelude)
01:05
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California
03:51
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California
The sun comes through the shade,
Lands on the ceiling
Meanders down the wall to where you’re sleeping
And I’m trying to memorize
Your every morning movements
The roll and rise of you
Cause it’s too late to run
When you’re caught in the snare
And I’m tangled in the barbed wire
You hung around your bed
But honey I’ll never learn
It takes me so long
And when I finally fall
You know, they’re always gone,
It’s hard…
Early morning haze
Packing the car
What to bring and what to leave behind love
You’ve got a car full of clothes
You’ve got your Steinbeck novels
You’ve got your wine glasses
You’ve got your summer sandals
You’ve got your sunglasses
You’re ready to go
To the gold state…
The gold coast…
And oh…
The sun comes through the shade
Lands on the ceiling
Came 93 million miles
Just to be here
Maybe its not so far
Maybe its not so far
Maybe its not so far
To California….
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Hold It Together
I’m looking in the wrong direction
I'm getting myself lost
yes, desperation has its costs
and I thought I knew better
Oh, the things I thought
the things I wanted to be
the things I'm not, the things I'm not
and I’m coming to terms with the lines on my brow
and how I put them there myself
and I've come to terms with the fact that we
don't get what we want, and that's why we want it from the start
that's why we want it, that's why
what a beautiful mess you've made
are you proud of yourself?
did you it would just go away if you stayed out late enough?
so as least you can say, nobody's happy now
and there's nowhere else to go but down
it's too late to be noble
it's too late for compromise
throw another lie on the fire and cover your eyes
I said cover your eyes
no, it's not a crisis
no, it's not life or death
it's just another day inside of your head
inside your head, inside my
what a beautiful mess you've made...
the burden, the blame, the prices we pay
don't have the strength to stick around
hold it together now
driving down south to recenter myself
don't have the strength to stick around
hold it together now...
hold yourself together...
hold yourself now
pull yourself together…
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4. |
31 and Falling (live)
04:50
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31 AND FALLING: Well you call again, as if I don’t know what you’re going to say….So let it ring, I can count the cracks in the ceiling all day long. I guess the birds they just went south, but I’ve got no where to go, it’s 31 and falling, I’ve been dreaming of you darling, in case you’d like to know… God damn my wasted time, ringing all the bells. If I could hold my tongue, just long enough to get me through the door then you won’t know… rewind the tape while your back is turned, fold my arms and pull the curtains closed, bury the roses in the backyard and darlin’ never mind what I might have said, before, before, God damn my wasted time, ringing all the bells…I’ve got half a mind to lie to you half a mind to tell you everything I have to tell, to tell, to tell. I’ve been wasting my time I know I know better, and I’m tired of waxing sentimental, I’m tired of saying please, please, tired of waiting, I’m tired of waiting. You call again, as if I don’t know what you’re going to say….
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5. |
Come Back Home (live)
04:27
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COME BACK HOME: Maybe I won’t give you a chance to untangle all your stories... I’ll be as graceful as a bird now, following the skyline… and I’ll land resting on the first thing that doesn’t bear your name…I already took all the pictures down. It’s record highs out on the west coast, it’s another week of snow here, oh how quickly we’ve forgotten, just how we ended up here…You know I dared you like a child and then you only upped the ante, and now you’re stealing summer kisses and I am freezing in my bed sheets, and that’s why, that’s why…I’ve got walls, I’ve got wings, I am ready for the fire…I’ve got trust in nothing, see I lost it by and by, but I’ve got something shining somewhere, honey I dream on the sly…won’t you come back home? Won’t you come back home? There are terrors deep inside me that are screaming bloody hell and I’m trying to keep my hands from shaking while you tell me where you’ve been, darlin’ what is it you’re doing, with that hammer to my heart? You tell me you don’t know, but there you are again, you tell me you don’t know… So take another breath, open your eyes, see this is what you get, yeah it serves you right, and when it’s all said and done, it always seems so predictable, predictable and that’s why, that’s why…. I’ve got walls, I’ve got wings, I am ready for the fire…I’ve got trust in nothing, see I lost it by and by, but I’ve got something shining somewhere, honey I dream on the sly…that you’ll come back home, that you’ll come back home, that you’ll come back home….
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6. |
Swann Song (live)
05:40
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SWANN SONG: Yeah, I could tell you lots of things. I grew up on the bay. I used to race my sisters up the fence-side to Mr. Medley’s place. Papa ran the general store and mama did everything and the waves and the waves and the sea. Time brought me here like a fishing boat at the whim of the Atlantic breeze. It was a good life, yeah it was a good life, I’d do it all again. I joined the Navy Nurses Corp., it was 1941 and I met my sailor in that fated harbor in the days before the bombs came…Hail Mary, I made it home, ‘til I was laughing as my ship went down, singing and bailing water right back to the shores of San Francisco town. It was a good life, yeah it was a good life, I’d do it all again. I was hitched out in Reno, I stayed at home and he went out to sweep the mines. I’ll never forget the day we heard it on the radio, it was the end of the war…and we laughed and cried and cheered and laughed again... yeah we cried and cheered like it would be the last one. Yeah sure, yeah sure I’ve wished for things, I wish I had been there the day that Nancy drowned. I wish I hadn’t seen them build a highway, a highway right through my backyard. But you just learn to love the little things, I’ve lived long enough to know. And I’m still waving from this front porch and this is still my swan song. It was a good life, it was a good life, I’d do it all again, I’d do it all again….
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7. |
Wagon Wheel
04:25
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