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Ferris Wheel
03:59
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Phone might be broken 'cause it hasn't rung all day.
Even if it did I wouldn't have anything to say.
Lousy with bitterness, trapped in my powerplay
It's really too bad that things have turned out this way.
So come pick me up / Take me out
Need a sandwich and the ferris wheel
After a few times around I can't pretend that it's all real
And that's the deal.
I've got my reasons
Buckled in tight on the passenger's side
Humbled by love. Pumped up with pride
Throat tight, eyes welled all those tears I've cried
Don't care where we're going I'm along for the ride
So come pick me up / Take me out
Need a sandwich and the ferris wheel
After a few times around I can't pretend that it's all real
And that's the deal.
I've got my reasons
You know I need my freedom
You know I've got my reasons.
All my dreams, all my dreams, all my dreams came true
The good ones and the nightmares too.
I've got my reasons.
These are my reasons.
And that's the deal.
So come pick me up / Take me out
Need a sandwich and the ferris wheel
After a few times around I can't pretend that it's all real
And that's the deal.
I've got my reasons
These are my reasons.
And that's the deal.
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2. |
Rewind, Repeat
03:04
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Every time I think I know what everyone is thinking about, I end up being wrong.
Even though I think I know where I am, I am often lost and trying to find my way home.
I can be surrounded by no one or a thousand and still be all alone.
Get out of my head so I can rest, I heard what I said, “Yes, no, yes.”
Rewind repeat, this weight on my chest. I’m going crazy, I guess.
Believe you me, I’m trying my best, not to believe me.
Don’t you know who I think I am, passing notes behind my back to find out who you think I am.
My throat is raw try to be heard, my thumbs go numb type every word, don’t let me be misunderstood.
This one asks for this and that and that one never calls me back please love me, no just leave me be.
Get out of my head so I can rest, I heard what I said, “Yes, no, yes.”
Rewind repeat, this weight on my chest. I’m going crazy, I guess.
Believe you me, I’m trying my best, not to believe me.
And I could be so happy if I’d meditate, I could be so
(I could be so)
eat better, wash the dishes take me on a date happy if I
(happy if I)
And I could use a hug if I could ask for help meditate and
(meditate and)
Cuz some days I wake up and I’m beside myself I can hug myself
(I can hug myself)
I’m acting like a total bad-ass, feeling like a total jack-ass, even when I’m right I’m wrong.
I smile and laugh and charm them all, my stomach doing somersaults, I need a pause button to breathe.
Get out of my head so I can rest, I heard what I said, “Yes, no, yes.”
Rewind repeat, this weight on my chest. I’m going crazy, I guess.
Believe you me, I’m trying my best, not to believe me.
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Heart
03:57
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In the golden sunlight of the afternoon
My head on your heart; the light will be over soon.
We can stop time with a kiss.
Hold off the moon just like this.
Can you hear my heart?
Yes, I can hear your heart.
Can you hear my heart?
I can hear your heart.
Sunrise mirror captures your sleepy eyes
Lie here with you where dreams are made and tears are cried
We can start time with a kiss
Meet the morning just like this.
Can you hear my heart?
Yes, I can hear your heart.
Can you hear my heart?
I can hear your heart.
Our love moves air in the gloaming of our room
I can’t see you but I know that you are there
Inhale. Exhale. With a kiss
Meet me beyond time. Just like this.
I don’t want to be here any longer than you.
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4. |
My Love
05:14
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I know sometimes you worry, baby. But that’s all in your mind.
I know sometimes you worry, baby. But that’s a waste of your precious time.
It may seem like it has not rained in years and months and infinite days.
Have no concern. Do not cry.
I swear, I swear, I swear, my love will not run dry.
Love ain’t for the faint of heart. But I ain’t got no fear.
Love ain’t for the faint of heart. And neither should you my dear.
I’d crawl across the Mohave just to get to you on my hands and knees
Have no concern. Do not cry.
I swear, I swear, I swear, my love will not run dry.
I swear, I swear
Ground water runs deep.
Over the walls and into a creek.
Stream, river, break the damn, open water.
Running. Rising free.
My love is a driving rain. And it won’t stop pouring down.
My love is a driving rain. That would make the Rocky Mountains drown.
Noah and his two-by-twos they wouldn’t stand a chance over my love for you
Have no concern. Do not cry.
I swear, I swear, I swear, I swear,
I swear my love will not run dry.
I know sometimes you worry baby.
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5. |
Thick as Thieves
03:59
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I’ve got a man I’ll love ‘til death.
If I’d have wagered I’d of find him I’d have lost that bet.
We always had a reason and a way to leave.
In spite of ourselves now we’re thick as thieves.
Thick as thieves, as thieves.
Tied together as tight as we could be.
Thick as thieves.
My love’s daddy died before we met.
That’s just the way it had to be, I guess.
She swears sometimes he speaks through me.
She says we’d have been thick as thieves.
Thick as thieves, as thieves.
Pulled together by love and other mysteries.
Thick as thieves.
Tied together as tight as we could be.
Me and my baby used to fight and cuss,
About exes, directions, politics and such.
Thanks to our mutual depravities.
Me and my baby now we’re thick as thieves.
Thick as thieves, as thieves.
Depravity loves company.
Pulled together by love and other mysteries.
Thick as thieves.
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6. |
Willow Tree
04:14
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Mostly we all run on faith, hope or some unknown.
Lay our heads upon a pillow: weary brain and bone.
Wake up every morning to face another day,
Trying to see colors in the gray
If I’m the first to pass along, please try to keep on singing on.
A sad bird with a song.
If ever you were made to leave, I promise I will try to be
A happy willow tree.
A happy willow tree.
We are struck by lightning with no way to explain.
Why it’s us, and why not them, and why it is this way.
Life is so peculiar: sometimes hidden, sometimes hard.
Where beautiful things seem so very far.
If I’m the first to pass along, please try to keep on singing on.
A sad bird with a song.
If ever you were made to leave, I promise I will try to be
A happy willow tree.
A happy willow tree.
We’re wading in dark waters, deeper as we go
On our own and hoping not alone
If I’m the first to pass along, please try to keep on singing on.
A sad bird with a song.
If ever you were made to leave, I promise I will try to be
A happy willow tree.
If ever you were made to leave, I promise I will try to be
A happy willow tree.
A happy willow tree.
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7. |
These Hands
03:49
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These hands move so much when I talk
These hands always show my cards
Folded in prayer, open in mediation, clenched in fists of fear and defiance and desperation, these hands
Reaching for the future, let go of my past, I’m standing here beside you,
Take my hand and we’ll walk thru this together, see each other thru,
now that you are with me, there’s so much left to do with these hands
These hands wrapped around these strings of mine
These hands trace the curve of my lovers spine
Waving goodbye, slamming down the phone, holding so tight the things I think that I know, these hands
Reaching for the future, let go of my past, I’m standing here beside you,
Take my hand and we’ll walk thru this together, see each other thru,
now that you are with me, there’s so much left to do with these hands
For an old man when he dies, for that baby when she finally opens up her eyes
Look just like my mother’s, let go of my father, hold tight to my brother
hoping we’ll recover, we can. These hands.
Reaching for the future, let go of my past, I’m standing here beside you,
Take my hand and we’ll walk thru this together, see each other thru,
now that you are with me, there’s so much left to do with these hands
Reaching for the future, let go of my past, (These hands) I’m standing here beside you,
Take my hand (These hands) and we’ll walk thru this together, see each other thru,
(These hands) now that you are with me, there’s so much left to do
Reaching for the future, let go of my past, I’m standing here beside you,
Take my hand and we’ll walk thru this together, see each other thru,
now that you are with me, there’s so much left to do with these hands
These hands
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8. |
Jack
03:54
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Lights up, last call. Now I'm behind the wheel.
Just closed the deal. How ‘bout that?
Emptied my pockets. Got no dignity
Just trying to go from 0 to 60 and...
I'm not sorry, I’m not sorry, Jack. Are you?
I'm not sorry no, I’m not sorry, Jack. How about you?
One quick last look at my late night sin
High five lay back. No, I don't want to go again and
I'm that kind of woman. You're that kind of man
Fair is fair and right is right. The question is
How much can you stand and
I'm not sorry, I’m not sorry, Jack. Are you?
I'm not sorry no, I’m not sorry, Jack. How about you?
Well, I pulled every punch. Drank every drop
Trumped all my tricks. Cannot stop
I will not take it back. I'm not sorry
Now it’s noon in the morning, shaking and yawning
Nobody's here just me and my head
It woke up before me. Started the "poor me's"
I pull on my high heels. Go out and do it all again cuz…
I'm not sorry, I’m not sorry, Jack. Are you?
I'm not sorry no, I’m not sorry, Jack. How about you?
Well, I pulled every punch. Drank every drop
Trumped all my tricks. Cannot stop
I will not take it back. I'm not sorry
I burned every bridge. Broke every heart
Built it up . Tore it apart
I cannot take it back, and I'm not sorry
I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry, no, I’m not sorry, Jack. How about you?
I’m not sorry, no. I’m not sorry, Jack. How about you?
I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry, no. I’m not sorry Jack. How about you?
I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry, no.
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9. |
Mrs. Montgomery
04:35
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Mrs. Montgomery, since she was a young girl she’s written poetry
About what she thought of life and loved about Baton Rouge.
She thought she’d change the world like Mia Angelou.
Still she smiles, even on the days that hurt.
She is kind, even when it’s not returned.
She is wise enough now to know how the world can change.
You don’t have to be great, just be good every day.
Mrs. Montgomery makes angels sin with envy when she sings.
She hoped to be discovered – be a marquee name
And maybe change the world like Etta James.
Still she smiles, even on the days that hurt.
She is kind, even when it’s not returned.
She is wise enough now to know how the world can change.
You don’t have to be great, just be good every day.
A smile to a stranger, kindness to a neighbor.
Mrs. Montgomery’s got it right.
She is every day light.
Because she smiles, even on the days that hurt.
She is kind, even when it’s not returned.
She is wise enough now to know how the world can change.
You don’t have to be great, just be good every day.
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10. |
Trouble In Mind
04:43
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When it’s late and I’m in your head.
Just give me a ring. Lay down in your head.
I’ll stir you up – send a shiver down your spine
I’ll tell you why I’ve got trouble in mind.
You say you’re harmless, but I know better.
Because you’re like me, and I ain’t either
Listen to me. Lay your body back tonight
I’ll tell you why I’ve got trouble in mind.
The way you walk. The way you talk.
The way you tease. The way you need me.
But don’t tell nobody. The way, the way you don’t tell me
I am your train, and I’m headed slowly southward.
Hear you scream, “Oh, dear Lord!”
I’m all yours. Yeah, you’re all mine.
And that is why we’ve got trouble in mind.
The way you walk. The way you talk.
The way you tease. The way you need me.
But don’t tell nobody. The way, the way you don’t tell me
It ain’t no secret, girl, I can clearly see.
You’d love to be trouble for me.
The way you walk. The way you talk.
The way you tease. The way you need me.
But don’t tell nobody. The way, the way you don’t tell me
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Tipps and Obermiller Fort Worth, Texas
Though you might call them Folk or Americana, Hilary Tipps and Steve Obermiller are not genre-specific songwriters. Just as they write about every aspect of life and living, they use every style of music to suit the song at hand. In doing so, they have created an album that takes the listener on a joyous ride: never predictable and worthy of playlist after playlist. ... more
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