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I dig for gold
04:49
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I would rather smile
Than sigh
Or feel the dark inside
I dream of nails sometimes
Pin me down
Rust like moss on my mind
You could never hide
You’d leap forth
Into the starlight
To think of you sometimes
In polaroids
Tiny treasures in soil
You look at stars
I dig for gold
At the end of each night
We both end up cold
The fields ahead of us
The world to come
The roads to run
You laid down your dress
On the grass
Like a burden from the past
I sat silently
While you slept
You cheek on my knees
The wind blew through the leaves
Your face lit up
With each waving of the tree
You look at stars
I dig for gold
At the end of each night
We both end up cold
Now I would rather hide
Than leap forth
Into the spotlights
I would rather die
Than live
Without you by my side
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Come with me, she said
Come with me, she said
To the mountains
And the darkness in the trees
And the clouds overhead
Come with me, she said
Come with me, she said
To great silence
And to dust
Far away from the never-ending buzz
Leave those streets behind
The cars, the heat
The minor tales
The fun that hurts somehow
It’s not a lonesome trail
To step out back to back
And watch it all
Just fade away
Drink with me, she said
Drink with me, she said
On this rooftop after midnight
The black like a blanket
Over our heads
Lay with me, she said
Lay with me, she said
We’d be dancing on the backside
Of a bright star
We’d move, we’d not run
Leave those streets behind
The cars, the heat
The minor tales
The fun that hurts somehow
It’s not a lonesome trail
To step out back to back
And watch it all
Just fade away
Come with me, she said
Come with me, she said
And I turned around
And I hung my head
And then I left
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Souvenirs
03:21
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Put on your torn up shoes
And roam the streets some more
Let the wind blow through your hair
Your head way too low
A cigarette at night
The only way to glow
Just leave a blanket on
Before you walk out the door
Don't wake me up
Unless it's time for me to go
I'll take the souvenirs
The boots
In the hall outside the door
To walk away once more
Put on your torn up shoes
And roam the streets some more
Your feet like kisses
On the shiny wet asphalt
The neon lights and stars
The rain before it falls
Leaving me a while
Like a picture on the wall
Don't wake me up
Unless it's time for me to go
I'll take the souvenirs
The boots
In the hall outside the door
To walk away once more
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Home
03:36
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I’ll take you home
I’ll take you home
I’ll take you home
I’ll take you home
Through the dark
I’ll make a trail
I’ll make a trail
I’ll make a trail
I’ll make a trail
In the snow
I’ll make you smile
I’ll make you smile
I’ll make you smile
I’ll make you smile
In between tears
I’ll make a home
I’ll make a home
I’ll make a home
I’ll make a home
I’ll make a home
From this hole
I’ll light a fire
I’ll light a fire
I’ll light a fire
I’ll light a fire
When you’re cold
Then I’ll lie down
Then I’ll lie down
Then I’ll lie down
Then I’ll lie down
And leave you be
And leave you be
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Another lonesome evening
04:28
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Maybe one day when I feel awfully good
I’ll make up my mind about you
And him too
And all the shit you put me through
Daylight gets in through the cracks that you left
Light up the unmade bed
Dailies unread
By plain truths you were led
(Just fly home home or away fly etc.)
Used things I gave you and you threw away
I cleaned them up
And maybe that’s where I’m misled
But guesses are all you will get
I ain’t sober now and the TV is on
The images light up my eyes
And it’s strange
The suffering’s always too late
(Just fly home home or away fly etc.)
Maybe one day when I feel awfully good
I’ll make up my mind about you
And me too
And all the shit I put myself through
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Morning theft
03:02
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I’ll take all I can
With the first light on your back
The hairs on the pillow
The empty glass
I’ll rummage silently
Through the napkins beside your feet
The words you wrote
I’ll take with me
Morning theft
Then down the stairs from thee
Morning theft
In a plastic bag I breathe
The scent of you and me
So I took all I could
The ashtray, a pencil butt
And a T-shirt
A faded message on the chest
The door shuts quietly
You turn, you yawn, you sleep
The sunlight still on you
I couldn’t steal
Morning theft
Then down the stairs from thee
Morning theft
In a plastic bag I breathe
The scent no longer on me
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A pleasant afternoon
03:12
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It's kind of nice on this floor
The things that we see
Are the things they ignore
All the feet shuffling by
The shade in your eyes
When your head's close to mine
And I kind of lost track
Of the cigarettes we've smoked
And the times that we've laughed
The day rolls by
There's no cure for time
But I think we just tried
We tried
We tried...
The sun closes in
The buildings go red
I feel salt on my skin
A pleasant afternoon
Turns into night
Like a goodbye that's too soon
There's a train waiting for you
A destiny calls
The last cigarette falls
Still the feet shuffling by
The shade in your eyes
Is no different than mine
Than mine
Than mine...
Now I stand on my own
I picture a world
Where this square is my home
It was nice on this floor
‘Cause the beauty we saw
Is the pain they ignore
The pain they ignore
The pain they ignore...
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Sad life, bad lie
04:07
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Johnny got his name
From a bottle his mother craved
His daddy got up and walked away
Now he knows
Johnny takes his walks
In the city after dark
In silence lonesome dogs bark
He hears them say
It’s a sad life
For people of my kind
And it’s a bad lie
To say I don’t mind
Johnny got his shame
From a woman without name
From the gambling without gain
His soul in dust
Just another day
Of Johnny dreaming of going away
An empty place, an empty face
Words to pray
It’s a sad life
For people of my kind
And it’s a bad lie
To say I don’t mind
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Sunset boulevard
03:19
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There’s a TV without sound
I crush my cigarette on the ground
There’s a napkin underneath your glass
An old drunk passed out in the back
There’s a record playing
A wall decaying
A waitress dressed in black
On Sunset Boulevard
There’s a light behind the crack
You get up and say you’ll be right back
I watch as you walk away
Not quite sure whether or not to stay
Eyes are yearning
Feet are burning
I wish you’d stay awhile
On Sunset Boulevard
I’d like to tell you why I feel lonesome tonight
I’d like to lay my head to rest on your chest and sigh
And fade out with you
And fade out with you
And fade out with you
Still the TV without sound
Another cigarette on the ground
The record stops playing
The drunk is swaying
I’ll always be lonely
On Sunset Boulevard
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Home to you
02:26
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Did you sleep well all night
Or did you lie awake
Until the morning light
Did you jump up
At the sound of every car
Racing by your house into the dark
'Cause darling
I know I did
'Cause I've been waiting
For a dry wind
To blow me back to you
I've been driving
Through the darkness
Just to come home to you
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Platform blues
03:01
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I’ve been waiting for this train of yours
I’ve been waiting all night long
I’ve been riding on this wave of hope
I’ve been riding for you to come
Now I’m a shadow in the sun
And the wind ‘s got awfully strong
And I holler until I go dumb
And I feel you until I go numb
I’ve been waiting for this train of yours
I’ve been waiting all day long
I’ve been standing on the same old stone
I’ve been standing for too long
Now my legs are so strong
To carry you when you come along
And I holler until I go dumb
And I feel you until I go numb
And when I hear a whistle blow
My ears twitch like a dog’s
I feel people passing by
But no-one seems to fall into my arms
I’ll be waiting for this train of yours
I’ll be waiting my whole life long
I’ll be riding on this wave of hope
I’ll be riding for you to come
Until the shadows are all gone
And the wind brings joy for none
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Again
04:01
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Don’t wake the kid up
Won’t make a fuss
I promise
It’ll be silent this time
Like a lonely ride
Or a bug trying to hide
The door in between
Nowhere else to be
Than the darkness out there
Of an endless night
No-one’s out tonight
Just clouds and moonlight
And I know around the next bend
I’ll be lonesome again
I could draw your face right now
The dots, the lips, the cuts
For no-one else to see but me
And the beauty…
Like a plane-scratched sky
Or stains of sunlight
The breeze it kind of stirs
The trees they kind of hurt
On a rooftop a row of birds
Wait silently
As if they all agreed
There’s a better place to be
They already see that around the next bend
I’ll be lonesome again
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13. |
Joy of a solitary man
04:38
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I could watch these walls for hours
The stains, the moist
The shadows slowly roll
I long for a horizon like a coward
Words just raindrops
In a lake of fire
I moan some more
I moan some more
The world looks nice beyond the glass
I dream of dolls that laugh
And grass against my back
The sun fades out into stark black
I've felt this way before
But I'd rather not look back
I moan some more
I moan some more
The heat you cherish is
Not something
I'm apt to enjoy
The beach you lie on
Face down
It's just dust meeting water to me now
I moan some more
I moan some more
But I will try to understand
The joy of a solitary man
Roll above the plains this time
On heat waves, steady towards the light
The light...
I would rather walk away than stay
Be a shadow on the wall
Because I'm sure to understand
The joy of a solitary man
And roam some more
And roam some more
And roam some more...
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a Singer of Songs Barcelona
I sing songs in the bathroom. In packed and empty venues. In gardens, sheds and churches. Once in a weird Finnish gym and
also in the oldest house in Switzerland. On a boat and in a bus and in a horse farm. In noisy Italian bars and spookily silent Belgian rooms. On my own and with people.
I sing songs and if you want, you can listen.
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