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Setting Sun
05:20
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Do you recall the early days
Barefoot in August while bats in the backyard descend
Hoping the summer won’t end?
I always had respect for you
Even when everyone lined up to give you advice
You never even thought twice
Knowing the last train had come
You left for the setting sun
There’s a rhythm you set long ago
And I feel it from desert to snow
Binding us together in stereo
I know I left you high and dry
When the center collapsed, I was ducking for cover, alone
Trying to reset the bones
Then we disappeared in plain sight
Radio silence the only signal we heard
But the pain was only deferred
Is that when you started your run
On the road to the setting sun?
There’s a rhythm you set long ago
And I feel it from desert to snow
Binding us together in stereo
I see the snowfall in my mind
And through the window a fireplace casting a glow
Like a film strip running too slow
Evergreen full of lights and memories
The height of an empire is never acknowledged in time
It’s equal parts beauty and crime
But our circle cannot be undone
Each quarter still adds up to one
In the light of the setting sun
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2. |
Josephine
02:58
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Picking over scattered bones
All across the city
Nothing to negotiate
A destitute committee
Waiting for the
May queen
Josephine
Dead of winter, huddle round
The ember of a flame
Staying warm all through the night
By breathing out her name
See you turn
Into steam
Josephine
Here we go
Here you are
Turn the key in the getaway car
In the dark
You find the brightest star
Keep the throttle open wide
And drive on like a bandit
Run it clean, but run it hot
As long as you can stand it
And burn all your
Gasoline
Josephine
Here we go
Here you are
Turn the key in the getaway car
In the dark
You find the brightest star
Find the brightest star
Now here you are
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3. |
Constellation
04:19
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Will you recognize
Your song inside my eyes
When you look up at me?
Who will you become?
You’re like the rising sun
At dawn, reflecting on the sea
And now we shine like a constellation
What love will life reveal
As you spin the wheel
And set off on your own
But if you travel far and wide
And drift out with the tide
Our light will always guide you home
And now we shine like a constellation
Will the days turn into years
Will you keep this souvenir
From me, in your memory
So what story will you tell
As you ride the carousel
Between the stars and the sea
And now we shine like a constellation
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4. |
It Won't Be Today
04:21
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I’ve been implicated
In some vast conspiracy
They say I should name my allies and set my soul free
Some people just love to watch you throw it all away
And I might, but it won’t be today
I could wash up on the shores
Of bitterness and rage
Pointing fingers at the world from the shadows of my cave
I could live out my last day a forgotten castaway
And I might, but it won’t be today
I hope I’m right
I hope I’m right
I just hope to make it through the night
I could throw the towel in
And hide behind the bell
I don’t know what hit me there, and I think the crowd can tell
They say if I surrender soon, I still collect my pay
And I might, but it won’t be today
I hope I’m right
I hope I’m right
I just hope to make it through the night
I suppose I could fold my hand and quietly slip away
And I might, but it won’t be today
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5. |
A Song Before Brooklyn
04:23
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This is just to say I never said that anyway
And I think you’ll find it wasn’t meant that way
Call off the dogs and put your daggers away
I’m out the door for sure
I won’t fight your shadow anymore
It’s gone from sight in the light
And I’m left sleeping on the floor
But I don’t mind
My heart’s too tired this time
And you
It only breaks for you
The street’s are stained with wine
I hear the end of Auld Lang Syne
Just one more dance before the sun begins to shine
The stars are gone, but we’ve still got some time
So I’ll swing you to the end of this waltz
We’ve got too much in too many vaults
Just give it hell until the bell
There’s more at stake than who was at fault
And I can’t say
My heart won’t wander off someday
But you
You know it only breaks for you
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6. |
Bonneville
03:15
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Green and black machines
Driven to smithereens
In a previous century
Before my daughter was born
Graceland on cassette
Coffee stains and cigarettes
Man there’s some things you don’t forget
Some things shimmer and shine
Bonneville
Are your engines finally still?
Rust in peace
Bonneville
Ice in the early dawn
Asleep with my armor on
By first light we were gone
Interstate 495
Bonneville
Are your engines finally still?
Rust in peace
Bonneville
Born in the land of salt
The ancient lake of white asphalt
Though they brought you to a halt
Your name remains on the wind
Bonneville
Are your engines finally still?
Back to the salt
Bonneville
Green and black machines
Driven to smithereens
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7. |
Time Will Tell
03:40
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I’m wondering where I’m going I’m wondering where I was
I’m hoping for a stroke of luck, like everybody does
But I can’t be held accountable for decisions I may make
When everything around me starts to rattle and shake
They say a rising tide will lift up every boat
But that won’t matter when your boat won’t float
Now the water’s getting high but the captain, he’s asleep
And I can’t see the bottom now, it’s just too damn deep
But time will tell
How long you ring the bell
So I hold the hammer tight
And swing with all my might
Tried to hold the line, tried to tighten all the screws
But I lost it all, baby all that you could lose
So I stumbled through the streets and I mumbled in my sleep
Yeah I said some things I’d rather not repeat
I see a shimmer down the road, and I can feel the ocean breeze
Gotta keep on moving on before they bury me
So I tie my boots tight and I know that I’m right
So I point myself in the direction of the light
But time will tell
How long you ring the bell
So I hold the hammer tight
And swing with all my might
But time will tell
How long you ring the bell
So I hold the hammer tight
And swing with all my might
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8. |
Jackpot
03:04
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I can’t
Believe my hand
I keep waiting for the house to demand
That I pay my debts before I get
More than I hoped for, and more than I bet
But we hit the jackpot at last
We hit the jackpot at last
I always felt
When the cards were dealt
We only knew half of the rules
But we followed suit the best we could do
And we played it straight, all the way through
But we hit the jackpot at last
We hit the jackpot at last
But the odds can always turn
So its better to learn
That some tricks you win, you don't ever earn
There’ve been years
Covered in tears
Paying in blood, living in fear
But we doubled down, turned it around
Soul to soul, we’ve been lost and found
And we hit the jackpot at last
We hit the jackpot at last
We hit the jackpot at last
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9. |
In the Middle of My Life
03:16
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In the middle of my life
Long since we moved away
I showed your picture to my wife
In the middle of my life
Now that every trace is gone
And the file has been sealed
It doesn’t matter who was wrong
Now that every trace is gone
Because we never cleared the air
We got lost inside the fog
Must have been too mad to care
Because we never cleared the air
If we ever meet again
Maybe the shadow would be gone
But that would really all depend
If we ever meet again
But that would really all depend
If we ever meet again
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10. |
Any Port in the Storm
05:21
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Lost your gun
Nowhere to run
All the boats have finally burned
Is it true
Did it happen to you
You know I couldn’t believe it when I learned
That you cut the sails
To try to stay warm
Until you find any port in the storm
Never sure
If you settled the score
Well nobody here was keeping track
You must have known
It was hard to watch you go
But what’s the point of coming back
Sometimes the worst way out
Takes a beautiful form
Sometimes any port in the storm
The country moon
On the last night of June
Reminds me it’s almost been a year
Since the wind carried you in
Just like some phantom engineer
Sometimes the worst way out
Takes a beautiful form
Sometimes any port in the storm
Sometimes the worst way out
Takes a pitiful form
Sometimes any port in the storm
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Matthew Saraca Burlington, Vermont
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Owner and operator of Moose Hill Studio
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