1. |
Wilco - Space Oddity
04:33
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Ground Control to Major Tom
Ground Control to Major Tom
Take your protein pills and put your helmet on
(Ten) Ground Control (nine) to Major Tom (eight, seven)
(Six) commencing (five) countdown, engines on
(Four, three, two)
Check ignition (one) and may God's love (lift off) be with you
This is Ground Control to Major Tom
You've really made the grade
And the papers want to know whose shirt you wear
Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare
This is Major Tom to Ground Control
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
For here am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles
I'm feeling very still
And I think my spaceship knows which way to go
Tell my wife I love her very much
She knows
Ground Control to Major Tom
Your circuit's dead, there's something wrong
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you hear me, Major Tom?
Can you-
Here am I floating 'round my tin can
Far above the moon
Planet Earth is blue
And there's nothing I can do
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2. |
Watchhouse - The Wolves
03:45
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At my gate I'll always greet you
At my door you're welcome in
There can be no transgression
As a means to an end
On the wind the wolves are howling
Open arms are closed in fear
Helping hands are clenched in anger
Broken hearts beyond repair
Everything's so great, can't get better
Makes me wanna cry
But I'll go out howling at the moon tonight
There she stands, so tall and mighty
With her keen and watchful eye
And the heart of a mother
Holding out her guiding light
It's a hard road to travel
It's old rock from end to end
The sun, it rises on her brow
And sets upon the great expanse
Everything's so great, can't get better
Makes me wanna cry
That I'll go out howling at the moon tonight
There she stands, so tall and mighty
Her gaze facing the East
At her back our doors are closing
As we grin and bare our teeth
On the wind the wolves are howling
She cries to draw them near
Well turn around, turn around my darling
Oh, the wolves are here
Everything's so great, can't get better
Makes me wanna cry
But I'll go out howling at the moon tonight
Yeah, I'll go out howling at the moon tonight
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I wanna walk downtown with you
And see the city all lit up
Walking store to store we wounding want for more
No more feeling tired and
But you didn't call my name
You didn't call my name
You just watched me walk away
Frosted windows on the train
Go by the same stops everyday
Dancing in your eyes you took me by surprise
I long to see those eyes again
But you didn't call my name
You didn't call my name
You just watched me walk away
We always would feel the same way
Can that low bring you home some day
I cling 'cause I've got nothing else
But it seems, just fooling myself with the passing of the times
Some memories linger in my mind
But none I hold so dear as you whispering in my ear
Oh it makes me wanna cry
'Cause you didn't call my name
You didn't call my name
You just watched me walk away
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Police are piddlin'
Pullin' people over for nothin' but a borin' night
With nothin' to do
And my eyes are wide
And my hands are kinda shakin' for some trouble that I got in to
And my tags are overdue
But buddy I'm goin' home right now
There's tolls both ways
And I'm the only person who came to watch me play last night
I got a cut of the door
It's about this time
I start recallin' how my mother said I didn't wanna be an artist
'Cause artist's are poor
But buddy I'm goin' home right now
I got enough gas
Just to get me back
And I know that she's patiently waitin' on her wanderin' boy
Every time she crosses my mind
My heart goes dancin' like the world is playin' Soldier's Joy
So buddy I'm goin' home right now
This here's a picture
From ??? reunion, she's wearin' my favorite dress
It makes me a mess
And it's hard on the road
When every mile I'm drivin' she's starin' at me from the dash
In my favorite dress
So buddy I'm goin' home right now
I got enough gas
Just to get me back
And I know that she's patiently waitin' on her wanderin' boy
Every time she crosses my mind
My heart goes dancin' like the world is playin' Soldier's Joy
So buddy I'm goin' home right now
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5. |
Lucinda Williams - Joy
04:56
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I don't want you anymore 'cause you took my joy
I don't want you anymore, you took my joy
You took my joy, I want it back
You took my joy, I want it back
I'm gonna go to west Memphis and look for my joy
Go to west Memphis and look for my joy
Maybe in west Memphis I'll find my joy
Maybe in west Memphis I'll find my joy
I'm gonna go to Slidell and look for my joy
Go to Slidell and look for my joy
Maybe in Slidell I'll find my joy
Maybe in Slidell I'll find my joy
You got no right to take my joy, I want it back
You got no right to take my joy, I want it back
You took my joy, I want it back
You took my joy, I want it back
I'm gonna go to west Memphis and look for my joy
Go to west Memphis and look for my joy
Maybe in west Memphis I'll find my joy
Maybe in west Memphis I'll find my joy
I'm gonna go to Slidell and look for my joy
Go to Slidell and look for my joy
Maybe in Slidell I'll find my joy
Maybe in Slidell I'll find my joy
I don't want you anymore 'cause you took my joy
I don't want you anymore, you took my joy
You took my joy, I want it back
You took my joy, I want it back
You took my joy, I want it back
You took my, I want it back
I'm gonna go to west Memphis
I'm gonna go to Slidell
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I was 15 when my daddy's old man
Caught me halfway through my first beer
He laughed so hard when my face turned green
He said, "You come from a long line of sinners like me"
Now me and my brother go to see him sometimes
But he don't have much to say anymore
So we sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D
Here's to a long line of sinners like me
La-de-dah-de-dah
La-de-dah-dah, de-de
I come from a long line of sinners like me
My mama had a soft spot for a hell raisin' boy
And she had two more just like him
It takes an angel to raise a family
That comes from a long line of sinners like me
Well, now, maybe, who knows, one day, I'll settle down
Give my dad a grandson of his own
And when the doctor smacks him, he'll probably take a swing
'Cause he'll come from a long line of sinners like me
La-de-dah-de-dah
La-de-dah-dah, de-de
I come from a long line of sinners like me
On the day I die
I know where I'm gonna go
Me and Jesus got that part worked out
I'll wait at the gates 'til his face I see
And stand in a long line of sinners like me
I'll stand in a long line of sinners like me
La-de-dah-de-dah
La-de-dah-dah, de-de
I come from a long line of sinners like me
La-de-dah-de-dah
La-de-dah-dah, de-de
Here's to a long line of sinners like me
I come from a long line of sinners like me
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I put a hurtin' on the bottle
Baby, now I'm blind enough to see
Been drinking whiskey like it's water
But that don't touch the pain you put on me
I was veering for the white line of the shoulder
Faded lights all cast upon the wall
Baby, I know we've been getting older
But you're never too old to learn to crawl
I put a hurtin' on the bottle
Baby, now I'm blind enough to see
Been drinking whiskey like it's water
That don't touch the pain you put on me
I met you with your thumb out in the alley
Oh, no one ever comes around here no more
Been looking for a peak inside the valley
Been searching for a key outside your door
I put a hurtin' on the bottle
Baby, now I'm blind enough to see
Been drinking whiskey like it's water
That don't touch the pain you put on me
Been riding high on low expectations
It's like singing loud with no one left to hear
Been drinking from the well of inspiration
But it's all falling on these wasted ears
I put a hurtin' on the bottle
Baby, now I'm blind enough to see
Been drinking whiskey like it's water
That don't touch the pain you put on me
I put a hurtin' on the bottle
Baby, now I'm blind enough to see
Been drinking whiskey like it's water
That don't touch the pain you put on me
Been drinking whiskey like it's water
That don't touch the pain you put on me
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A long time ago I left my home
For a job in the fruit trees
But I miss those hills with the windy pines
Their song seemed to suit me
So I sent my wages to my home
Said we'd soon be together
For the next good crop would pay my way
And I'd come home forever
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I'm on my way
When I reach those hills, boys, I'll never roam
'Cause one more dollar and I'm going home
No work said the boss at the bunkhouse door
There's a freeze on the branches
So when the dice came out at the bar downtown
I rolled and I took my chances
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I'm on my way
When I reach those hills, boys, I'll never roam
'Cause one more dollar and I'm going home
A long time ago I left my home
Just a boy passing twenty
Could you spare a coin and a Christian prayer
For my luck has turned against me
One more dime to show for my day
One more dollar and I'm on my way
When I reach those hills, boys, I'll never roam
'Cause one more dollar and I'm going home
One more dollar, boys, I'm going home
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Oh can't you see that pretty little bird
Sing with all his heart and soul
He's got a blood red spot on his wing
And all the rest of him is black, as coal
Of all the colors I ever did see
Red and black are the ones I dread
For when a man spills blood on the coal
They carry him down form the coal mine, dead
Oh fly away you red winged bird
Leave behind the miner's wife
She'll dream about you when you're gone
She'll dream about you all her life
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I'm trying to tell you something 'bout my life
Maybe give me insight between black and white
And the best thing you ever done for me
Is to help me take my life less seriously
It's only life after all, yeah
Well, darkness has a hunger that's insatiable
And lightness has a call that's hard to hear
And I wrap my fear around me like a blanket
I sailed my ship of safety till I sank it
I'm crawling on your shores
And I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
(The less I seek my source)
Closer I am to fine, yeah
Closer I am to fine, yeah
And I went to see the doctor of philosophy
With a poster of Rasputin and a beard down to his knee
He never did marry or see a B-grade movie
He graded my performance, he said he could see through me
I spent four years prostrate to the higher mind
Got my paper and I was free
And I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
(The less I seek my source)
Closer I am to fine, yeah
Closer I am to fine, yeah
I stopped by the bar at 3 A.M.
To seek solace in a bottle or possibly a friend
And I woke up with a headache like my head against a board
Twice as cloudy as I'd been the night before
And I went in seeking clarity
I went to the doctor, I went to the mountains
I looked to the children, I drank from the fountains
We go to the doctor, we go to the mountains
We look to the children, we drink from the fountain
Yeah, we go to the Bible, we go through the workout
We read up on revival, we stand up for the lookout
There's more than one answer to these questions
Pointing me in a crooked line
And the less I seek my source for some definitive
(The less I seek my source)
Closer I am to fine
Closer I am to fine
Closer I am to fine, yeah
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12. |
John Prine - Souvenirs
03:45
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All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all that's left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they robbed me
Of my childhood souvenirs
Memories, they can't be boughten
They can't be won at carnivals for free
Well, it took me years to get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
That's why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me
And I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I can't forgive the way they robbed me
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs
Memories, they can't be boughten
They can't be won at carnivals for free
Well, it took me years to get those souvenirs
And I don't know how they slipped away from me
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Moses went up to the mountain
To see what he could see
Well, he come down talking 'bout a burning bush
Says, this is how it's gonna be
He's scared to death
You know the rest
Columbus went down to the ocean
In 1492
He said, boys, I'm looking for India
But America will do'
Sailed to the west
You know the rest
Davey Crockett went out to Texas
To fight at the Alamo
Old Will Travis never told him
Texas is in Mexico
It's a bloody mess
You know the rest
Robert Johnson went to the crossroads
A guitar in his hands
Well, the devil had him a guitar too
He says, this is what you need man
You can be the best'
You know the rest
Well, this song ain't got no reason
Hell, this song barely rhymes
Well, it come to me when I was asleep
And it wakes me up sometimes
I can't get no rest
You know the rest
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What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
When the land goes under the water?
Can't go east
Can't go west
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Black tide's coming
It'll do the rest
When the land goes under the water
Can't go north
Can't go south
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Can't go swimming to a big whale's mouth
When the land goes under the water
The land is rogue, skies are too
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
Too late already when it comes for you
When the land goes under the water
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
When the land goes under the water?
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
When the land goes under the-
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do?
When the land goes under the water? (Land goes under the water)
Land goes under the water (Land goes under the water)
Land goes under the water
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I wish I was a tree.
Big ol' branches. Yes, big ol' leaves.
You can come and sit right under.
Climb me if you're feeling fun.
I wish I was a creek.
One that's winding. Yes, one that's deep.
I would let you just skip your rocks,
Baby won't you drink me up.
But pretty soon, I know the pain
is gonna come on strong, all night long, but
I'd do it,
Yes, I'd do it.
You know I'd do it again.
I wish I was your shoes.
When you're out dancin', you're cutting loose.
Oh, you just walk all over me,
But I'd kiss your feet every day.
I wish I was your rocking chair.
One that's old, yes one that's square.
Oh baby, come and rock your pain away,
Oh baby, take a sit on me.
I wish I was a cloud.
The only one can see for miles.
You won't ever have to worry.
The sun is gonna shine all day.
I wish I was a silver dagger
or the one that really matters.
I just left that up to you,
but you only stabbed me through my heart.
But pretty soon, I know the pain
is gonna come on strong, all night long, but
I'd do it,
Yes, I'd do it.
You know I'd do it again.
But pretty soon, I know the pain
is gonna come on strong, all night long, but
I'd do it,
Yes, I'd do it.
You know I'd do it again.
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My neighbor plays his music
For our whole neighborhood
I wouldn't really mind the volume
If his taste was any good
He said he saw me on the TV
Said he kind of liked my song
I'll be honest, it surprised me
Maybe he's not always wrong
I try to pick my battles
Don't want to start a war
If I need a cup of sugar
I'll knock on my neighbor's door
I see him out a lot more often
Now the weather's nice again
If people ever saw us talking
They might even think we're friends
20 years, he's been my neighbor
Still don't know what makes him tick
One rule I know to follow
Don't bring up politics
I try to pick my battles
Don't want to start a war
If I need a cup of sugar
I'll knock on my neighbor's door
We watched our kids grow up together
Called them in when it got dark outside
I loaned him my tools, we swam in his pool
Brought casseroles when somebody died
Now my neighbor's on vacation on some western tourist trail
I'll cut his grass when it gets tall
I told him I'd take in his mail
And in this world there's lots of trouble
Doesn't matter where you are
Jesus said to love your neighbor
You don't have to go that far
I try to pick my battles
I don't want to start a war
If I need a cup of sugar
I'll knock on my neighbor's door
Walk around that fence between us
I won't go running to the store
If I need a cup of sugar
I'll knock on my neighbor's door
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Black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some rosy fair
The sweetest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
Soft is the feel of my true love's skin
And strong the arms he folds me in
The clearest eyes and the truest heart
He lets me stop before I start
I love my love, and well he knows
I love his love and love, it grows
Until I know that I would burst
And still I feel the strongest thirst
I love my love and he loves me
To my soul, he owns the key
I have his heart and he has mine
I'll kiss his mouth 10, 000 times
Black is the color of my true love's hair
His lips are like some rosy fair
The sweetest face and the neatest hands
I love the ground where on he stands
Well, I love my love, and well he knows
I love his love and love, it grows
Until I know that I would burst
And still I feel the strongest thirst
I love my love and he loves me
And to my soul, he owns the key
I have his heart and he has mine
I'll kiss his mouth 10, 000 times
Black is the color, black is the color
Black is the color of my true love's hair
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It's been a long time coming
As you shed a lonesome tear
And now you're in a wonderama
I wonder what you're doing here
The flame no longer flickers
You're feeling just like a fool
You keep staring into your liquor
Wondering what to do
I don't hardly know you
But I'd be willing to show you
I know a way to make you smile
Let me touch you for awhile
I'm gonna ruin my black mascara
You're drinking whiskey when it should be wine
You keep looking into that mirror
But to me you're looking really fine
I don't hardly know you
But I'd be willing to show you
I know a way to make you
Laugh at that cowgirl as she's walking out your door
I know a way to make you smile
Just let me whisper things you've never heard before
Just let me touch you, baby
Just let me touch you for a while
I don't hardly know you
But I'd be willing to show you
I know a way to make you smile
It's been a long time
Let me touch you for a while
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I was thinking 'bout you, crossing Southern Alberta
Canola fields on a July day
About the same chartreuse as that sixty-nine Bug
You used to drive around San Jose
Never knew where my old white Lincoln might take you
Party on wheels with suicide doors
Bring the kids and the dogs and your grandma too
We always had room for more
'Til that white-knuckle ride back from Santa Cruz
Second-best surfer on the central coast
Had you wrapped up all the way back to Los Gatos
And I could've cut his throat
And it wasn't like we were an item to start with
It had no basis in fact
But the whiskey could push me to sudden extremes
I don't wanna think about that, I don't wanna think about that
Take my hand, Marie
Take a death grip on some part of me
Keep me from drifting far out to sea
Or I'll be lost out there
We all drifted away with the days getting shorter
Seeking our place in the greater scheme
Kids and careers and a vague sense of order
Busting apart at the seams
I heard you switched coasts, moved in with your sister
I doubt you'd have called it familial bliss
We met up in Brooklyn before it went hipster
You carried your keys in your fist
In a way back corner of a cross-town bus
We were hiding out under my hat
Cashing in on a thirty-year crush
You can't be young and do that
You can't be young and do that
Take my hand, Marie
Take a death grip on some part of me
Keep me from drifting far out to sea
Or I'll be lost out there
Or I'll be lost out there
I was thinking 'bout you crossing Southern Alberta
Canola fields at harvest time
Looked like tumbleweeds all raked up into rows
Brown rusty contour lines
And there's not much moving on the romance radar
Not that I'm craving it all that much
But I still need to feel every once in a while
The warmth of a smile and a touch
And in a way back corner of a cross-town bus
We were hiding out under my hat
Cashing in on a thirty-year crush
You can't be young and do that
You can't be young and do that
You can't be young and do that
You can't be young and do that
Take my hand, Marie
Take a death grip on some part of me
Keep me from drifting far out to sea
Or I'll be lost out there
I'll be lost out there
I'll be lost out there
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Mountains rough this time of year
Close the highway down
They don't warn the town
I've been fightin' second gear
For 15 miles or so
Tryna beat the angry snow
And I know every town worth passing through
What good does knowing do
With no one to show it to?
And I've grown tired of travelling alone
Tired of travelling alone
I've grown tired of travelling alone
Won't you ride with me?
I've grown tired of travelling alone
Tired of travelling alone
I've grown tired of travelling alone
Won't you ride with me?
Won't you ride?
Won't you ride?
I quit talking to myself
Listening to the radio
Long, long time ago
Damn near strangled by my appetite
Ybor City on a Friday night
Couldn't even stand up right
So high, the street girls wouldn't take my pay
They said come see me on a better day
She just danced away
And I've grown tired of travelling alone
Tired of travelling alone
I've grown tired of travelling alone
Won't you ride with me?
I've grown tired of travelling alone
Tired of travelling alone
I've grown tired of travelling alone
Won't you ride with me?
Won't you ride?
Won't you ride?
Paintin' the outside lane, I'm tired of answering to myself
Heart like a rebuilt part
I don't know how much it's got left
How much it's got left
I've grown tired of travelling alone
Tired of travelling alone
I've grown tired of travelling alone
Won't you ride with me?
I've grown tired of travelling alone
Tired of travelling alone
I've grown tired of travelling alone
Won't you ride with me?
Won't you ride?
Won't you ride?
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There's a beautiful woman
Walks with a limp
He calls her his princess
He calls her his gimp
She calls him her fat man
Calls him a pimp
She teaches first graders got a beautiful limp
Isn’t love great isn’t love grand
She touches his face
He holds her hand
Isn’t love great
Isn’t love grand
For years they’ve been married not one day of trouble
Got two happy boys
Good luck and
Daily double
Love to dance with each other
Say they live in a bubble
Go to church twice a week
Not one day of trouble
Isn’t love great isn’t love grand
She touches his face
He holds her hand
Isn’t love great
Isn’t love grand
Glory hallelujah
My sisters and my brothers
She wears fishnet
He wears leather
When the boys are at his mother's
There's a beautiful woman
She walks with a limp
He calls her his princess
He calls her his gimp
She calls him her fat man
Calls him her pimp
She teaches first graders got a beautiful limp
Isn’t love great isn’t love grand
She touches his face
He holds her hand
Isn’t love great
Isn’t love grand
Isn’t love great
Isn’t love grand
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by Steve Earle & The Dukes
supported by 9 fans who also own “Live on Mountain Stage: Outlaws & Outliers”
The best I've heard from Steve Earle in a while. The songs have a subtler, earthier tone, tastefully rendered in authentic sounding country/blues/bluegrass stylings. 'J.T' reminds of earlier records like 'Feel Alright' or 'Train a Comin'. Deep grief, love and compassion is felt on the final track, the only composition from Steve, seemingly written for his son. The rest, composed by JT, do confirm what a great songwriter he really was.
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