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Butterfly Boots (2003)
02:24
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Butterfly boots on a two-timing sailor
wolves in the hay when his anchor's aweigh
She keeps coming 'round with her two-gallon jars
Take what you need, and leave what you can't believe
Don't want to stay there no more.
His cup overflows, he pours the drops on her fingers
Succulent cacti pokes out the cat's eye
The catfish are crawling on both sides of bed
Taking up posts to ward off her ghost
Don't want to stay there no more.
The white-sailed ships, they all pass by her window
Trainman, wait, won't you hitch up her gate?
She keeps coming 'round with her two gallon jar
Take what you need, and leave what you can't believe
Don't want to stay there no more.
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I brought the Chalice of Gold
We can drink in the cold night
In a case of the friends, we have left them inside.
Tall are the pines, I still remember the daylight
That shines
We can wade in the lake while they get their clothes on
(Through) Super-Sacrifice lens, we can see the outside
I can't remember where they said they'd take me
I'm sure it shines.
(solo)
(Do this, do that, i wouldn't worry bout it)
Looking forward to friends, they can make me feel nice
and I'm gonna see when they can come from inside
I never knew I would not get to say Bye-Bye
But it shines
I'm sure it shines
It shines
Let it shine!!
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(I'm begging to sleep- I begin to sleep)
It's written in the sky again, you know
over kings and their houses
Indelible ink is spilling down like rain 'cross the levee
It's pouring down the streets again and around their faces
It's scrawled in indelible ink down on their eyelids.
It's spitting in his eyes again, you know, the snake back on his belly
He's ready to ignite again, you know, volcano brimming high
Well I saw it in his smile again, you know, so I called the police
Now the indelible ink is drowning- I'm begging to sleep
I'm begging to sleep
I begin to sleep
I begin to sleep
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I'm far away in the valley
I'm safe asleep at night
I can take my time 'til the morning lights my shade
I hear the news from where you're living
You barely have room to land
Wait in the light
They're bound to find us one of these nights
I'm wide awake in the valley
I've got some room for you
I've got a dream - subatomic screams, true blue
I hear the news from where you're living
You barely have room to land
Wait in the light
They're bound to find us one of these nights
I've got more than enough
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I could withstand the temptations of a Jezebel
I could stop my ears from the cry of the sirens in the Dardanelles
With the help of my woman’s love
We should take time to make time
I want to - I want to - I want to
We pass the time like incense and wine, entwined eternally
We’ll grow old like Darby and Joan
The kids upon our knee
With the help of my woman's love
History’s a dream you will awake from without me
The mystery clear at last in the light of the darkest night at sea
With the help of my woman's love
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Hangout Company (2014)
02:36
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"Don't you think about settling down?", the old boy's talking to me,
"You better watch it with your hang-out company."
Back when I was the firelight, and you were on your third degree
We drank all night long and slept out beneath the trees.
Now Sophie gave me an offer, but I was quick with the dodge
I crossed the street, and some say that I got lost
I still hear your call from the wild, your detuned symphony,
You know I love it when you're singing that song to me.
You keep me singing.
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Mike Hotter Vintage Heads Albany, New York
Room to Land’s songs were developed over the last decade - some inspired by the loss of friends & family members, others by
the joys and pressures of marriage and parenthood.
The songs also meditate some on divisions within larger communities and between neighbors - all an attempt to summon the gumption & fortitude we must muster to bridge those gaps.
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