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Lucky Dollar City
04:22
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Lucky Dollar City
Thirty years around the sun,
I've lost track of everyone I've loved.
The more I give, the less I have;
there was a time I found some joy in that.
But now I'm spent, my branches bare;
some giving tree I turned out to be.
What's a guy to do to get a drink around this town?
What's it gonna take to turn on myself?
What's it gonna take to turn myself around?
I can't talk myself out of this one.
This lucky dollar city has me spun.
I'm paranoid, depressed, and anxious.
Are these symptoms of my recent changes?
Can I be all I can be, if I don't love who I see?
I'm surrounded by accomplished people,
who are quick to offer me suggestions.
Start thinking for yourself, or turn into someone else!
I can't talk myself out of this one,
This lucky dollar city has me spun.
I could sleep for days, or lie in bed afraid.
I can't slow my mind, I'm running out of time,
and yet standing still, at least I'm standing up.
Oh my God, I'm becoming the shadow I once chased.
Young at heart, am I disciplined and brave
or a fool that won't grow up?
Tick-tock, a time will come for all of us.
I can't talk myself out of this.
I can't slow my mind that's running.
I can't talk myself out of this lucky dollar city living.
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2. |
Jesus Child
03:47
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Jesus Child
I can't shake the nightmares,
a Jesus child, a forgery,
vandalized by the likes of me;
red fingernails in painted wood.
Disengage the lightening beams.
Silence the wailing screams.
Lock me up, let me starve.
We're all innocent behind the bars.
First I was defensive,
a blameless boy, bullied beliefs,
a coat as white as snow,
until it avalanched and buried me.
So what’s it gonna be?
Am I living in a dream,
or sleeping with my demons?
Who’s idea was this?
A seasoned escapist.
Will my follies be rewarded in kind?
Daily affirmations,
endearing ruminations,
fragments of the past,
bottled therapy to get on track.
Drinking every evening
to forget what I’m feeling.
Resentful of my friends,
I’m turning green again.
So what’s it gonna be?
Am I living in a dream,
or sleeping with my demons?
Who’s idea was this?
A seasoned escapist.
Will my follies be rewarded in kind?
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3. |
Tom Cat
04:23
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Tom Cat
When I met you at the station
you were standing with your head in your hands.
So damn tired of excuses
for the way I’ve been elusive and grim.
These Tom cat eyes, a poor disguise.
What is innocent at first
has the tendency to twist and turn.
I couldn’t make it past the mark
from spring fling to summer love.
These Tom cat eyes, could tell no lies.
I could never get close to you
I never really bothered to.
I should have known better
than to break your heart in two.
I didn’t try out for the part
but still ended up with the role.
It became so easy to dismiss
consequence for carnal bliss.
This Tom cat’s cry became a whine.
And I could never get close to you
I never really bothered to.
I should have known better
than to break your heart in two.
I’m not around.
I’m a wanderer and a stray.
I know I’m not the first breed
to tightrope walk with such ease.
I won’t howl at the moon
if I can swoon her more discreetly.
And I could never get close to you
I never really bothered to.
I should have known better
than to break your heart...
And I could never get close to you.
You’d think I’d really wanted to.
I should have known better
than to break your heart.
Should’ve known better than to break your heart.
I should have known better
not to break your heart in two.
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4. |
Black Rose
04:46
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Black Rose
Black rose, real or ghost?
No one knows where to go.
Black rose, I suppose
if we stay the course it can’t get much worse.
What if somebody takes you home?
You could be happy for once.
Withered flower, every hour
I am lost, your pedals fall.
Turn to dust, so if you must
find relief; do as you please.
And if somebody takes you home,
I hope you’re happy moving on.
Black magic, sweet surrender,
I don’t know how to stop.
How come all the thoughts I feel are wrong?
Why must I dismiss this joy inside my heart?
You're twisting my arm just to prove you’re right, but green is not becoming of you.
Baby, what’s the point?
So if nobody takes you home,
I’d be happy to be the one.
I’ll meet you at the bar,
between Seventh and Mark’s.
We’ll start over again, and I won’t hesitate.
I’ll meet you in the stars,
between Venus and Mars.
We’ll start over again, and I won’t hesitate.
I’ll meet you at the end,
between lovers and friends.
We’ll start over again, and I won’t hesitate.
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Adam James Los Angeles, California
Adam James cut his teeth on east coast stages and recording studios. He wrote and performed extensively in bands like the post-hardcore Sleep Bellum Sonno, Prog-punk outfit The Vigilance Committee, and his gritty folk-rock creative brainchild More Than Skies. ... more
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