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Asteroids
04:57
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I thought I'd go to Israel, Egypt, Greece and Rome.
Ancient and alive, they called me home
Dust of age-old asteroids on the closet shelf
centuries of silences, singing to myself
Go, go, pack up your things. The world is spinning out your time.
You'd better go
It's not the place you're running to, it's where you're running from.
Try to shed your shaky skin, you'll grow another one
It's not the village naming you, or inner-city crush
taking all your names away, coating you with dust
Dust of age-old asteroids, and discarded skin
Mingled, thick as thieves, keeps the silence in
Go, go, pack up your things. The world is spinning out your time.
You'd better go
I thought I'd go to India, Belfast and Beijing. If I stay, if I stay
Who's teaching me to sing?
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County Line
03:31
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All bark, someone else’s bite
Run your mouth just to prove that you’re right
What charmed the world when we were younger
Doesn’t work the same now we're older
Keep on running down those dead-end streets
Dreaming loud, talking through your teeth
Trying to redraw those county lines
I know you’ll make it this time
Shake everything you want until you break it
Chasing luck Atlanta to Decatur
Always saying it’s the end of the line this time
Stuck, holding onto places that you know
At night you dream the color and the tone
of a faraway paradise
Running down those dead-end streets
Dreaming loud talking through your teeth
Trying to redraw those county lines
And leave it all behind
All bark someone else’s bite
You can drown in the spit and spite
What brought you down when you were younger
Doesn’t work the same now you’re older
Keep on running down those dead-end streets
Dreaming loud, talking through your teeth
Trying to redraw those county lines
and leave it all behind
I don’t mind living on the run everything will be alright
If it all breaks down
Everything will be just fine
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Rat King
02:30
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He swept you off your feet in Paris, then he moved into your shed
Flashed that pretty smile of his, make you wish that you were dead
He told that same sad story: empty pockets, empty bed -
He's a rat king, baby! Don't believe a word he says.
That handsome man in the swingin' band with the alligator shoes
Never gave you anything that didn't smell like booze
He'd take that shirt right off your back, he takes you for a fool
He's a rat king, baby! And you're all he's got to lose.
Let's run that slimy bastard out of town
Take back your shiny, perfect heart and gently set it down
Take off your earrings, girl - take off your kid gloves, too
Make your hand into a fist, blow the rat a little kiss and
Do what you gotta do
He swept you off your feet in Paris, then he moved into your shed
Swept you off your feet in Paris, then he moved into your shed
Swept you off your feet in Paris, then he moved into your shed
He's a rat king baby! Don't believe a word he says
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4. |
Ten Miles High
02:59
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A life so sweet it hurts your teeth, a song that writes itself
Clothes on a line in summertime, worries on the highest shelf
If just a glance can make romance, a word can whisk you up
Flap in the breeze, fall to your knees, you're drinking from that lovin' cup
Love will make you foolish, oh love will make you fly
Dance you round in circles 10 miles high
A harvest moon, a salty tune, a fortune and a friend
Drawing you in, letting you win, it does you no good to pretend
A purple page, a starstruck sage, a nightmare and a dream
Tear down the wall, skip down the hall, sing it out like kettle steam
Love will make you foolish, oh love will make you fly
Dance you round in circles 10 miles high
Love will make you foolish, oh love will make you fly
Dance you round in circles 10 miles high
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Battered Butter Sticks
01:22
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Hey, Dulci!
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6. |
Andrea
03:12
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Home home
So far from home
Out of touch from moving on
Well the money isn't leaner
The people aren't meaner
On those snowy streets of the city
You were younger once and thought
When you measure what you've got
You'll never think of that old road returning
Home home
So far from home
Out of touch from moving on
In the banks of the cities
Your money is sitting
Waiting patient for you
While you toil in your garden
Those songbirds keep calling
You way back over the ocean
One day you'll return
Every lesson unlearned
Got you nowhere
Join your voice to the choir
Those old words lift your higher
Than you ever could on your own
Home home
So far from home
Out of touch from moving on
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Rex
03:53
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It's a long way up to get stuck in the middle
Dancing while the devil learns to play the fiddle
It may take a little time it's worth the aggravation
To make it up to heaven for your big vacation
Well all week long you're speaking like a sermon
Saturday comes. now you're swimming in the bourbon
Sweating like a sin now the air is getting hotter
Soon you're pulling up your pants and you're walking on the water
It's a long way up to get stuck in the middle
Dancing while the devil learns to play the fiddle
It may take a little time it's worth the aggravation
To make it up to heaven for your big vacation
Now you're jumping through the hoops trying to be the winner
Soon Tyrannosaurus Rex is gonna eat you up for dinner
If i make it to the day when my body's old and aching
Will it sizzle in the pan just another piece of bacon
It's a long way up to get stuck in the middle
Dancing while the devil learns to play the fiddle
It may take a little time it's worth the aggravation
To make it up to heaven for your big vacation
Well pick me up up up up
I dont want to go up up up up
I dont want to go up up up up
It's a long way up to get stuck in the middle
Dancing while the devil learns to play the fiddle
It may take a little time it's worth the aggravation
To make it up to heaven for your big vacation
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Naked
03:00
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Never been down to New Orleans
Never been out west to California
Will we rise on the sly in the great by and by
And fly off everywhere we want to
Pull off all your feathers and let's finally taste the wind
Been banking on the bad times
Never let the good times happen
Naked in the moonlight
Naked in the morning sun
Cover your eyes, take comfort in lies
Keep telling yourself that you've already won
You were hypnotized by bitter dreams
By mansions built of fable
Old promises that pick you up
Just to keep you in your stable
Now you're the ghost of a stallion chasing the moon
Fed on flames above
Sing so sweet to shake the Earth
And fill it up with love
Naked in the moonlight
Naked in the morning sun
Cover your eyes, take comfort in lies
Keep telling yourself that you've already won
Chasing those breaking waves
I'm as restless as the cold, cold wind
Naked in the moonlight
Naked in the morning sun
Cover your eyes, take comfort in lies
Keep telling yourself that you've already won
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9. |
I Die
06:36
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This bag of bones and yellow teeth is yours to dispose of
You give it form and content, you fill it up with love
To love is to be terrified that love someday will end
This bag of bones and words and light is yours now to defend
This lonesome heart, a faulty pump, will no more wander free
You take it home and feed it, you share its care with me
The air from your lungs
The light from your eye
Warm me like fire
Without them, I die.
This stretched-out skin and shaky frame is unsure and unwise
You teach it to be comfortable, you take it by surprise
To love is to be lifted up and shown a better view
To lose is to be left alone, and never speak with you
The air from your lungs
The light from your eye
Warm me like fire
Without them, I die.
The air from your lungs
The light from your eye
Warm me like fire
Without them, I die
Without you, I die.
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The Moon and You Asheville, North Carolina
The Moon and You is a songwriter duo out of Asheville, NC. Ryan Furstenberg plays guitar, Melissa Hyman plays cello, and both sing. Come for the unusual string arrangements, fingerstyle guitar, duet harmonies and thought-provoking lyrics. Stay for the awkward stage banter. ... more
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