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Early Man
02:20
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In a cave on a winter morn
In leather shoes that had been torn
with a bow and a string of beads
early man goes on his journey
they all said he should not go
above there had been many snows
he could stay back in the cave
there was no more need to be so brave
He's got to go 'cause he's needing to know what's out there
not fearing the danger's not being a stranger to nowhere
It might have been ten thousand years
or the sound of his mothers tears
now we see that he had to go
early man, we need to know
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2. |
A Paramedics Backyard
02:08
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Real to Reels
03:48
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Oh I'm not here tomorrow
I only hear what you say to me
and if I'm not here tomorrow
'Yesterday' was where I want to be
I won't be 'round forever
If I am it's only here
on these reels rolling round
Now if you can't see tomorrow
don't you know what you want to be?
Now my laughs and joys and sorrows
bring my music flowing back to me
I won't be 'round forever
If I am it's only here
on these reels rolling round
Oh, now I'm not here tomorrow
I only hear what you say to me
and if I'm not here tomorrow
yesterday was good enough for me
I won't be 'round forever
If I am it's only here
on these reels rolling round
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4. |
Ginseng Dream
03:25
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They say that life's too short
and living is a chore
I beg to disagree
it don't seem that way to me
I gaze past my eyes
and taste your prize
Ginseng Dream
There's more out in the woods
than all the people could
believe and let alone
'cause they need their brand new home
more than a leaf
they'll never see
their Gineseng Dream
Ginseng Dream
I'm sad you own
your brand new home
'cause we got to pay
our Earth goes away
You say you understand
as you fence in all your land
at least the clouds above
are free to wander on
I gaze past my eyes
and taste your prize
Ginseng Dream
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5. |
Face of Stone
05:24
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As she walks down to the river tonight
she whispers her true desire
to herself, tears running down
her face of stone
she's too young to roam
She's trying to find a place of her own
too young to make it
too young to know
she calms down and into the night
she giggles her true delight
in herself for running about
out all alone with her face of stone
She's trying to find a place of her own
too young to fake it
too young to know
She lies down a captive of lust
while her future is turning to dust
she turns away
tears running down
her face of stone
too far from home
She's trying to find a place of her own
too young to make it
too young to know
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6. |
Ungrateful Jed
02:57
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He's been standing out there alone on the dance floor for hours
Standing in an empty ocean that sinks through the floor
spent all the days of his youth singing 'Scarlet Begonias'
And he says what he means
and he means what he says
he's lost in his head
Ungrateful Jed
When the bartender screams 'Jed, your lost in a dream' he don't listen
he just spins in a circle that silently calls out for more
he steps up to the bar, like Jerry, in his grungy old blue jeans
And he says what he means
and he means what he says
he's lost in his head
Ungrateful Jed
A lone guitar shoots up at the sky while he's dancing
knowing not where he's been or the state that he's in or why
with his windowpane eyes and his sixties disguise of nostalgia
And he says what he means
and he means what he says
he's lost in his head
Ungrateful Jed
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7. |
Sunspot
02:51
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Sundown in Berkeley town
seems like I been here before
palm trees down to the sea
seems like a vision to me
up from the ground floats a gull with a fish in her mouth
fresh from the bay with the ghosts of the Alcatraz drowned
Sunspot it's awfully hot
even in the northerly breeze
do I seem shy as you ask me why
why I'm California bound
Up from the haze come the Golden Gate towers away
down from the wild comes the child of the Pacific skies
Sunbake now I'm awake,
seems like you asked me before
sundial, oh in a while
I'll be into giving you more
Sundown in Berkeley town
seems like I been here before
palm trees down to the sea
seems like a vision to me
seems like a vision to me
seems like a vision to me
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8. |
Change That Never Comes
02:19
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She waits by a lampost wearing a frown
that she found on the ground in a town
nearly twenty years ago
She waits by the bus stop fumbling for change
that she made in the trade when she paid
so dearly twenty sins ago
She waits
she waits
for change that never comes
She waits in a hotel lobby for him
on a whim, for a fin,
she'll do him a favor from her side show
She waits in a hallway fumbling for keys
to the room that's her doom
hoping soon someone will take her away
She waits
she waits
for change that never comes
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9. |
Review of the Franchise
04:27
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Mister won't you bend to lend me a dollar
I can hardly make it out here on my own
a little spare change would ease my pain
I swear to ya man, I'll buy a sandwich
Mister can I have some of that kind o' candy
grades are gonna get better I know
Sure I'll read 'Miles', I'll read it by Monday
Sooner I can, sooner I'm a better man
Come on Mr. Guy bring her up on the front porch
care she doesn't touch that hot Harley over there
buy you a beer, go yonder in the holler
down by a crik with a dumb dog dancin'
Flowin' down the crik to the very last gallon
climbing up over on the Heritage Grove
carry La high, up high up on my shoulders
steppin' up over a yellow slug sluggin'
Hawk and deer come to her in a vision
little grey mouse makes her welcome up here
she'll never find what's over the hill there
if mountain lion comes a clawin'
Look up at the tree La that Bryan is a huggin
look up at the shades of green around here
come the summertime we'll go down to the seashore
and walk a hundred miles and another foot longer
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10. |
Sunspot (demo)
03:10
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Sundown in Berkeley town
seems like I been here before
palm trees down to the sea
seems like a vision to me
up from the ground floats a gull with a fish in her mouth
fresh from the bay with the ghosts of the Alcatraz drowned
Sunspot it's awfully hot
even in the northerly breeze
do I seem shy as you ask me why
why I'm California bound
Up from the haze come the Golden Gate towers away
down from the wild comes the child of the Pacific skies
Sunbake now I'm awake,
seems like you asked me before
sundial, oh in a while
I'll be into giving you more
Sundown in Berkeley town
seems like I been here before
palm trees down to the sea
seems like a vision to me
seems like a vision to me
seems like a vision to me
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11. |
Klondike Matt
02:50
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Yukon bound, outside of town
where the mountains of gold reach for the sky
Klondike Matt follows the sound
of an eagle wing whistling by
Camped out under the trees
nobody knows just what he sees
in a land that's wild and free
waiting for you
Panning for gold in a wind so cold
with a spirit that's Alaska bound
time is running away
nothing much you can say
to change the tune of a golden sound
Camped out under the trees
nobody knows just what he sees
in a land that's wild and free
waiting for you
Well the doors open wide
and it's snowing inside
in the mountains
you know where it's at
for a magical find and a place to unwind
in a cabin lives Klondike Matt
Camped out under the trees
nobody knows just what he sees
in a land that's wild and free
waiting for you
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12. |
Won't Say Goodbye
02:29
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Why do you spend your time waiting for a man
who doesn't want to be a lover to you
sometimes I wonder just where do I stand
is it so much to want someone to be true
Hanging on to yesterday
hoping for a better day
so you won't have to say goodbye
Answers of an empty heart
fly from my head
my thoughts are scattered
and my love is all torn
I'm still recovering from yesterdays storm
Hanging on to yesterday
hoping for a better day
so you won't have to say goodbye
Why do I have to be the one who will fall
why can't I be the one who's taking you home
instead of just a friend who's there when you call
I've got to find another meadow to roam
to roam, to roam, to roam
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Rich Reardin Bloomington, Indiana
Rich Reardin is a musician from Bloomington, Indiana.
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