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Your Book and My Compass
02:53
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Well, I’ve been reading your book while you’re asleep at night
No, not the one you read I read the one you write
You didn’t know I knew well I do
And though you’ve changed the names it’s me and you
Jane doesn’t think John does enough
And, no he’s not so dangerous
He doesn’t sweep Jane off her feet
Like he used to…
But this compass always leads me to you
Why are you trying to be funny? And, why now?
Or, are you just trying to give us something to argue about
I know it’s not perfect. Nothing ever is.
But I also know I can never convince you of this.
Sure he provides a decent life
But could he protect her at the point of a knife
According to the story it’s not
Something that he would do…
But this compass always leads me to you
Yeah this compass always leads me to you
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Catching a train to the country
Like we used to do
Remembering Lynne holding my trembling hand
Walking alone in the country
With Lynne by my side
The trees, the air, the old familiar paths
CHORUS:
And on these walks
I’d sometimes say
This is as good as it gets
This is as good as it gets
This is the world we live in
With all its problems
And certainly this
Is as good as it
Gets
I never thought it would happen
That Lynne would pass me by
We always thought that I would happen first
But here I am in the country
Our is house is not the same
It’s here I feel the most like I’m with her
REPEAT CHORUS
I see something in the distance
Somebody’s bright red shirt
I’m first on the scene, a girl lying dead in the grass
I don’t know what to do for a minute
She and I, we’re both
Completely still, except for my trembling hand
(break)
Standing alone in the country
Lynne has long since gone
She’s disappeared, I really need her by my side
I consider leaving the country
And never coming back
Retrace my steps, the secret I can hide
REPEAT CHORUS
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I don’t need much but I need your touch
You’re not to blame if it’s not the same
I know you try not to see me cry
I do the same when I see you hide
You’re still the girl that means the world
Am I the guy that caught your eye?
I’m afraid to hear what you say
So, whisper here right in my ear
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4. |
We Are What We Are
02:39
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You are a homeless, jaywalking beggar
An alley between two shops
I am a neighbor’s tomato
I’m a dip in the pond
You are what you are
We are what we are
We are what we are
You are a cab-dodging pigeon
You’re texting at a red light
I’m barefoot throughout the summer
And campfires til midnight
You are what you are
We are what we are
We are what we are
(break)
You are what you are
We are what we are
We are what we are
I am an unlocked front door
You’re a mall and a bus stop
I’m a bike ride to go fishing
You’re a four in the morning gun shot
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The brainwashed suppose we created the show
I’m still holding up my end of the bargain
Lazy and faking, you’ve stopped shaking
I’m just getting started
The crease is increasing the season’s diseases
To the lake of the brokenhearted
I notice the aching, you’ve stopped shaking
I’m just getting started
I’m just getting started
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6. |
No Pot of Gold
01:50
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I bet she wonders ‘bout a lot of things
Like they wonder what made her want me
They make up stories to fill in the blanks
But the truth’s much simpler than the things they say
There’s no pot of gold
There’s no pot of gold… And there never was
(break)
I ride around the world chasing my dream
But the more I ride, the more I believe
The words I’ve heard again and again
Enjoy the ride cuz there’s not much ahead
There’s no pot of gold
There’s no pot of gold… And there never was
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7. |
Remember This
03:59
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We were newlyweds, not so long ago
Not so long ago we were newlyweds
One joyous day in May, we went and made our wills
Celebrated with a drink, then continued into our bed
CHORUS: Remember this, remember this. Remember this, remember this. Always. Whatever comes, remember this. Remember this, remember this. Always.
As she slept, I stared
Her skin, her lips, her hair
And I realized I never wrote a love letter through all of this
So I sat down with a pen
Where do I begin
When suddenly it’s pouring out and beautifully I end with this
REPEAT CHORUS
I thought I’d give it to her by filing it away with the wills
My dying words of love would be heaven sent
But what if she dies first
That would be the worst
My wasted words would never have been read
I decided I should keep it
Through all the good times, I’d keep it
Through the bad times I would keep it, and I keep it still
(break)
We separated and I kept it
Never used it, would she accept it
That’s not how it was intended, she’s a different girl
So I kept and I kept it
I kept it and I kept it
And just last night again I read the words
REPEAT CHORUS TWICE
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8. |
Ten Bad Jokes In A Row
03:31
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A ham sandwich walks into a bar. He orders a beer. The bartender frowns and says, “We don’t serve food here.”
At the calendar factory, I once had a job. They fired me for taking just a couple of days off.
I have a few jokes about some unemployed jerks, but it doesn’t really matter, cuz not one of them works.
A blind man walks into a bar. Into a table. And a sign.
I wasn't gonna get the brain transplant, but I changed my mind.
I read a book about anti-gravity, and I couldn’t put it down.
The cannibal asks “Does this taste funny?” as he eats the clown.
Two antennas met on a roof. They fell in love and then they wed. The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was the best.
There’s this infinite number of mathematicians, they go out for some drinks and some laughs. The first one he orders one beer, and the second one orders a half. The third one orders a quarter beer, but the bartender he wouldn’t give it. He just pours them two beers and says, “You guys should know your limits.”
The lady at the ATM was eighty-five or maybe older. She asked if I could help her check her balance, so I reached out and I pushed her over.
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9. |
Tonight I Let Go
01:26
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I hardly know you
And I’m usually the first to know
I’m the one to hold on tight
But tonight, I let go
Don’t I know to start from the inside?
Don’t I know?
I chose the music
A fast one follows a slow
I’m sure it is, but it don’t feel right
So tonight, I let go
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There’s too many of us to expect them to love us
All the same
If nobody loves me, let somebody hate me
A strong feeling either way
We’re each sittin’ atop a tall tree
Yesterday we were sittin’ on seeds
If you catch me complaining, pissin’ or achin’
Throw that crap at me
Cuz that’s the way it has to be
That’s the way it has to be
Yeah that’s the way it has to be
It’s the way it has to be
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11. |
Two Kinds of Men
00:48
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There’s only two kinds of men in the world
Ones like you and ones like me
Ones like you think you're so so strong
But me, I know I’m weak
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You might be in the clouds, but it’s too dark to see
Chase them in the winter
Hold them in the water
Now you might just fly
You were just a twinkle in God’s eye
Hold them in the winter
Chase them in the water
Then you fade away
See me racing through the dark into the brightness that is building at the start of this new day
You might be in the clouds, but it’s too dark to see
Chase them in the winter
Hold them in the water
Hold them in the winter
Chase them in the water
Warm them in the winter
Hold them in the water
Hold them in the winter
Chase them in the water
Warm them in the winter
Warm them
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13. |
Not Break Free
00:52
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All of a sudden you could not break free
The side of the sidewalk, the do-re-mi
You’ll be running out
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Every Blade of Grass
01:50
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Every blade of grass
Glistens in the night
It glistens in the light
As the buses pass...
Everyone in line
Step over the gate
Before it is too late
And they find the crime...
They find the girl you killed
A teacher and a nun
They’ll never find the gun
They never ever will
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Ignite Me
02:33
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You’ll have to ignite me, if you want me to explode
You’ll have to excite me, if you want me to unload
But you went and killed me; shot me right through the throat
I’m looking around for a place to die all alone
Maybe underneath this tree
Where Satan’s angels’ll visit me
They’ll have to impale me; pull my guts out through the hole
They’ll have to ignite me, and all gather round the melted snow
It’s hard to ignore me although you prove it’s doable
Splash me to wake me; one ear to the earth, while the other gets full
I’m looking around for a place to die all alone
Hurry up and ignite me before I’m destined to implode
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16. |
The Local Hum
03:15
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Facing forward, green and red
Looking out at what’s ahead
Your perspective, look around
Your confusion has me feeling upside down
With the Local Hum in his ears
We gotta go before he explodes
He knows that nobody hears
What he so fully knows
So we go
You remember to forget
But sometimes you feel something close to regret
In the mirrors, yours and mine
Looking out at what’s behind
With the Local Hum in his ears
We gotta go before he explodes
He knows that nobody hears
What he so fully knows
So we go
Facing forward, green and red
Looking out at what’s ahead
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17. |
A Beach In Jamaica
00:37
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Together on a beach in Jamaica
Or sitting home with you every day
It's all just sitting in our own bodies
It's all just the same
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18. |
It Pains Me
01:54
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It pains me to say you’re wasting away
It’s ok girl, ok
You’re ok, you’re ok
It pains me to see you live in a dream
You’re ok, girl, ok
It’s ok, you’re ok
What you do is your choice
Slowly shrinking down to nothing
I’d rather die or be eaten alive
It’s ok girl, ok
You’re ok, you’re ok
It pains me to say you’re wasting away
It’s ok girl, ok
You’re ok, you’re ok
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19. |
Was She The Only One?
03:42
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She held it and smelled it while reading his letters
It wouldn’t bring Albert back, but it made her feel better
Was she the only one?
Was she the only one?
Was she the only one? Was she the only one?
His letters came less frequently
But their mingling smells put her mind at ease
“I don’t give a damn
At least I haven’t gotten that telegram”
Home on leave, he finds his unwashed shirt
“Why’s it like that?” But before her words
“Yer tryna make me mad
You’ve been lending out my shirt to another man”
Was she the only one?
Was it all her fault?
Was she the only one not to wash her husband's shirt?
Was she the only one?
Was she the only one?
Was she the only one? Was she the only one?
“I’ve washed your shirt, will you wear it for me?”
It takes some time, but eventually
He wears it on a date
Rowing and sweating out on the lake
But he’d rather go back, it was plain to see
And he did another tour in just a couple of weeks
There was that shirt again
Smelling like the sweat of another man
The same wrinkles and creases, but the magic was gone
After a while she lit it, and watched as it burned
She didn’t know the man
A couple days later came that telegram
Was she the only one?
Was she the only one?
Was she the only one not to wash her husband's shirt?
Was she the only one?
Was it all her fault?
Was she the only one? Was she the only one?
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King Everything Pendleton, New York
Loud & quiet; odd & ordinary; mysterious & straightforward; vague & clear; joyous & angry; fast & slow; messy & organized; simple & complicated; succinct & wordy; energetic & lackadaisical; continuous & disjointed; hopeless & rosy; new & familiar.
King Everything recommends:
So good! Consistent, intelligent songs. Made a new album each month for the first quarter of 2013. Hope he keeps it up!
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