1. |
Notes Campfire
04:54
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I heard about your love
So you're alone today
In sight of peace of mind
no water-running dream
There's a certain kind of feeling
You must overcome
I've never been tied
to the weariness
Between the notes
(Echoes will loom)
Back in tempo's time
(Locked in my room)
Danced Italian notes
(I don't think I'll leave)
'round Slavic notes campfire
(I don't want to leave, no)
I know what the band plays
I know what the band fe's
I know what the band does
I know what the band needs
On the skins, the sound
(I just want to hide)
Of a Lincoln log
(than hang and hang)
Triggers an Indian's bow
(To be like that)
Without cues they'll all know
(I could never, no)
I know what the band plays
I know what the band fe's
I know what the band does
I know just what we do
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2. |
Field & Stream
03:16
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Go all day without the intake of protein
Write my name upon it
Eat my lunch on a copy of Field & Stream
Scrawl my sign upon it
Once I find the field, I’m somewhere in the left
Write my name upon it
cause it works without me
Spineless, hooded people
searching for identities
I’m an auto pilot loose coat dance
Not stepping on your toes
Content with just the feeling of being the one that knows
So long to wind dry here’s to the speed queens
Write my name upon her
Someday on the back pocket of your favorite jeans
Won’t see my name upon em
won’t see my name upon em
Won’t see my name upon em
Cause it works without me
Spineless, hooded people
Searching for identities
I’m an auto pilot loose coat dance,
not stepping on your toes
Content with just the feeling of being the one that knows
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3. |
Soldier's Joy
02:34
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4. |
Full Picture
02:37
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Clippings in a windy world are bound to blow away.
I'll channel peace and understanding to the runway to my brain.
Someday our thoughts and actions we'll be watching on a screen.
Not conveying what is real is bound to cause you shame.
Someday our thoughts and actions we'll be watching on a screen.
It's a major motion picture shot on location from within.
So Elvis he'll be watching what you really thought of him.
The stories like laying tiles form pictures in the end.
Benny Goodman. He's a good man.
What do you think of him?
The story is like laying tile
a full picture in the end.
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There's a golden man of vision on the TV
Where he comes from
Doesn't matter to devoted payees
If you take this to the highest source about you
Without question
Source says no vision just plain old greed
Make me laugh
Make me cry
Make me laugh won't you make me cry
There's a patent-pending science-fiction defense
Lives a puppet in the White House
They're puppets on a string
If you take this to the highest source about you
Without question
Source says no vision just plain old green
Make me laugh
Make me cry
Make me laugh won't you make me cry
Vinyl makers signing fakers without feeling
Who's in charge here
You should get some old baseball scouts
If you take this to the highest source about you
Without question
Source says no vision just plain old greed
Make me laugh
Make me cry
Make me laugh won't you make me cry
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6. |
Fisher's Hornpipe
02:33
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7. |
Tall Boy Blues
03:39
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8. |
Magic Bullets
03:22
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9. |
Lottery Brazil
03:15
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The mountain calls the ants
this is no epic romance
for the fool in the hole
Gold run through the veins
so they razed it in a daze
stoned on dreams of a good life
Heavy earth upon their backs
they climb their rickety ladders to the top
of the old dreaming hole
And when somebody falls
do they see just what they are
to the queen
the queens of the hole
Gold
Gold
They persevere in vain
like ants there's no other way
slaves for the queen
The constant workaday hum
interrupted once in a while by screams
when the fool finds his gold
Gold is a-callin in the hole a-haulin Brazil
If a man were full of gold
would they strip him to the bone
send him his soul down the line
And when they pan that soul
would they trade it in for gold
just like their lives in the hole
Gold is a-callin in the hole a-haulin Brazil
Gold is a-callin in the hole a-haulin Brazil
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10. |
Goin' Home
04:24
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See the man with the golden tan
in the pool with all the little fools.
Winters freeze.
Summer never ended.
Goin' home,
Goin' home
Goin' home isn't like goin' home anymore.
See the woman led by only one.
The glow is beacon bright.
Now it lights her darkness
like a jury hung,
like a code of silence.
Goin' home,
Goin' home
Goin' home isn't like goin' home anymore.
Daughter, daughter,
told by everyone,
"Try and find your lonely place in line."
But there ain't no line for you to stand in
Goin' home,
Goin' home
Goin' home isn't like goin' home anymore.
I see the angel flying high above.
Everybody's waitin' for the landing party,
but there'll be party in behalf of
Goin' home,
Goin' home
Goin' home isn't like goin' home anymore.
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11. |
She Broke My Heart
04:45
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It always seemed like so much fun
She left me without words or reason
A distance too far for my reaches
So I wander alone in the dark
She broke my heart
Well, I used to dream what love was
I'd play the movie many times
And it's a far cry from my movies
Where the woman will always be mine
She broke my heart
She broke my heart
And she don't care
And she don't care
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12. |
True Swamp Too
03:48
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13. |
Feel Better
03:33
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How hard do you work all day?
Well, not as hard as you.
How much do you earn in pay?
Well, not as much as you.
How do you deal with situations?
Not as well as you.
How great are your expectations?
Not as great as yours.
There I said it.
I feel better.
Feel better
about myself.
How do you carry yourself in public?
Not as well as you.
How well read are your subjects?
Not as read as yours.
How clear d'you see the situation?
Not as clear as you.
How hard are your
Not as hard as yours.
There I said it.
I said it.
Feel better
Feel better
bout myself
How deep does your true love run?
Not as deep as yours.
How sincere does your life's blood run?
Not as sincere as yours.
How shown are your true colors?
Not as shown as yours
How moody are you from day to day?
Not as moody as you
there I said it
now I feel better
feel better
bout myself
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Souled American is a musical act begun in Chicago in late-1986 that played alternative country before that term existed, slowcore before that term existed, and ambient Americana (a term that never existed). Originally a quartet, drummer Jamey Barnard left in 1992, followed by guitarist Scott Tuma three years later. The founding singer/songwriters Joe Adducci and Chris Grigoroff remain. ... more
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