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Ocean Beach Love Song #2
02:34
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Oh I wish how I never did see
All of the ocean between you and me
And I wish that airplanes flew
Between a broken heart and you
Oh come someday, turn this love true
Between the foggy avenues
Come tomorrow stay with me
We'll lay together on the beach
We'll wash away the worst of years
In diving bells and bathyspheres
And set to sea with golden sails
Fall asleep to sailors' tales
Oh come someday, turn this love true
Across the foggy avenues
Come tomorrow stay with me
We'll lay together on the beach
I know that you won't come back home
Your childish love's all gone and grown
Wild and weary, tired but free
Across the sea away from me
Oh come someday, turn this love true
Across the foggy avenues
Come tomorrow stay with me
We'll lay together on the beach
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2. |
Oil Town Freeze
03:13
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I’m hanging on the sidelines at the football game
Looking down from the stands she spelled my name
In the air with her fingertip
I dodge the glance, I look straight down
They make the pass, the cannons sound
It’s a ride back home when the weather gets cold
It’s Sundays in bed, it’s watching winter unfold
Out here in the gray
But December comes, lips start to crack
Blame the broken heater for that
All the girls in the oil town
Got good hearts, but no wedding gown
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3. |
Apostasy
03:32
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This ain't a love letter, it's a breakdown
An apology, it's a prayer
Sunday morning sermons drag on way too long
And I know Jesus don't have much to say about Sayre
The writing was yours, it was gorgeous
Looped letters, dotting 'i's in the air
Those psalms were the keys to a 67 Chevy
And the signature screamed "can you get me out of here"
There's gravity on the highway
There's memories of home
Got a full tank of gas, cross the Texas state line
we got leaving in our bones
Chevy died outside Amarillo
With a mutter and a sigh
Rolled out some blankets, slept on the grass
Traced the satellites across the midnight sky
You kept that bible in your backpack
Read gospels to fall asleep
And when the morning sun rose, I saw blue eyes and tears
We packed what we could carry, hitchhiked back east
There's gravity on the highway
There's radio from back home
We end up wherever we end up
But at least you're not going there alone
Your brother saw the headlights through the window
Came up to meet us in the yard
He grabbed your hand, didn't look me in the eye
Thanked the lord we didn't make it too far
Stuck in western Oklahoma
But you're no longer devout
And on the days that Christ don't weight heavy on your mind
We can daydream bout getting out
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4. |
The Stars
04:10
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You're speaking words
But they're not language
And you're not speaking them to me
She learned the song of
Some handsome stranger
Half new and half what I wanted to be
There are stars in your eyes
There are stars in your eyes
There's some distant light I can barely surmise
There are stars in your eyes
Can you write me a letter
With all dots and dashes
And the cursive twirl of your wrist
A dictionary of new translations
Appropriate interpretations
For this strange tongue and its latest twist
There are stars in your eyes
There are stars in your eyes
There's a lexicon of love and surprise
There are stars in your eyes
I don't speak the language or I've forgotten the words
So don't blame me if I hadn't heard
About the stars in your eyes
There are stars in your eyes
There's hoping for something new from this life
There are stars in your eyes
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5. |
Big Rock Candy Mountain
03:27
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One evening as the sun went down
And the jungle fires were burning,
Down the track came a hobo hiking,
And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning;
I'm headed for a land that's far away
Beside the crystal fountains
So come with me, we'll go and see
The Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
There's a land that's fair and bright,
Where the handouts grow on bushes
And you sleep out every night.
Where the boxcars all are empty
And the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
And the cigarette trees
The lemonade springs
Where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
All the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
The farmers' trees are full of fruit
And the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
Where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall
The winds don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
You never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol
Come trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats
And the railway bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew
And of whiskey too
You can paddle all around them
In a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
The jails are made of tin.
And you can walk right out again,
As soon as you are in.
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
No axes, saws nor picks,
I'm bound to stay
Where you sleep all day,
Where they hung the jerk
That invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains ...
I'll see you all this coming fall
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
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6. |
Take It Easy
03:10
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7. |
Wrecking Ball
03:14
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Cara Esten (and the Rusty Sunsets) Oakland, California
just a girl, standing in front of a tape recorder with an acoustic guitar, a melodica, and a synthesizer, asking the motor to please not burn out this time
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