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Love In My Heart
03:37
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I don't know just where I'm going.
I only know that I have made a start.
The only other thing I'm knowing:
I have love in my heart.
Darkness sometimes will enfold me.
I can't avoid it; I'm just not that smart.
But I have someone who will hold me.
And I have love in my heart.
Every morning I shake off the indecision.
I get up and prepare to do my part.
Asking for the valor and the vision.
Asking for more love in my heart.
I may not have a great and might purpose.
There may not be much money in my art.
But the one thing of which I can be sure is.
I have love in my heart.
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2. |
Troubled Man
03:20
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I know this witch in Austin and she's saying prayers for me.
Got rabbis in California. I got monks in Kentucky.
And I feel all of their blessings like the laying on of hands.
But someone's gotta tell me why I'm still a troubled man.
And I've been loved by some women and they loved me very well.
And I guess I must confess I put most of them through hell.
When love was on the table I took one look and I ran.
Why am I so insistent on being a troubled man?
Chorus:
A troubled man is hardly worth the trouble.
A troubled man is troubled in his soul.
A troubled man, he don't know where he's going.
When he thinks on it, it chills him to the bone.
So many opportunities have fallen in my lap.
But when the world is working, that is when I choose to nap.
And when the world is napping, that is when I make my plan.
Night-time is the right time when you're a troubled man.
I don't think it's sexy, no, and I don't think it's cool.
And it's not 'cause I'm an artist and it's not 'cause I'm fool.
It's something deep within me I must try to understand.
But until that day arrives I am still a troubled man.
Chorus
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To do the things
I said i’d never do,
causing pain that will outlast me.
To break a heart
that’s always been so true:
I wouldn’t put it past me.
If you want to know
what I’m capable of,
you can go ahead and ask me.
If you want to know
if I can turn my back on love:
I wouldn’t put it past me.
Oh, I wouldn’t put it past me.
To risk it all,
to risk everything I've gained,
to let my dirty deeds unmask me.
To take the one I love
and fill her life with pain:
I wouldn’t put it past me.
To wake one day and say
it’s time to put an end
to all these demons that harass me.
To face the truth,
to truly make amends:
I wouldn’t put it past me
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Oh, I wouldn't put it past me.
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I tossed and turned till I woke up.
I poured some coffee in my cup.
The sun shone through the sky of gray.
I made my peace with death today.
I stepped outside, I checked the wind.
Blowing from the east again.
Facing east I paused to pray.
I made my peace with death today.
I walked the streets, surveyed the scene.
I observed the old routines.
I knew they’d all be washed away.
I made my peace with death today.
I came back home, I mixed a drink.
The sun began to sing and sink.
It burned away my deep dismay.
I made my peace with death today.
I heard some friends from long ago.
speak to my soul so soft and low
They told me they were all okay.
I made my peace with death today.
Into my narrow bed I crept.
As darkness fell I simply slept.
Simple, safe, surprised to say:
I made my peace with death today.
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5. |
The Later Rounds
04:39
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The later rounds were kind of rough,
but tough guys thrive when times get tough
or so he told himself as he went down
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It’s a goddamn stupid thing to do
which he knew as well as you
but no one knows when it’s the final round.
The bell rang high but far away
calling back the distant days
when he was just a kid in Sunday School.
"Do not Kill" is the written word
but no one said and he’d not heard
that you could not regard your fists as tools.
Chorus:
And oh, in the later rounds
he just went down and down
and down and down and down
and it was sad to see that boy go down.
There’d be money, there'd be girls.
There’d be a place in this old world
for a kid with nothing else to give
except his hands, except his heart
except his love, except his art
except his life, which he so loved to live.
So here’s a song for all the boys
long forgotten in the noise,
lost in the brighter glow of bigger names.
They never really made their mark,
just shadow-boxing in the dark,
but they burned as bright as any flame.
Chorus
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I have known many kinds of summer.
We’ve all known many different kinds.
Some are golden, some are just sun-soaked bummers.
None of them have ever been this fine.
Chorus:
This is the summer of whiskey sours.
This summer I can’t get enough.
This is the summer of hours and hours and hours
of whiskey sours, and the oneI love.
I’ve waited a long time for this summer.
God knows I’ve waited patiently.
God knows how I need this, God knows how much I love her.
God knows I paid the cost, now I am free.
Chorus
There is a soft wind.
There is a long light.
There always was a small chance
things would turn out all right.
Chorus
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It's bliss every time I kiss your apocalypse.
I can feel the fires of Armageddon
every time you put your pretty little hat on.
Yeah: you're a beautiful girl.
Baby, you're the end of the world.
When you sigh the birds fall from the sky.
And every time you give me your love,
the oceans, they turn red with blood.
Yeah: you're a beautiful girl.
Baby, you're the end of the world.
You're the final battle between evil and good.
You got eyes like heaven and lips like Hollywood
and I'd kiss them but I don't think I should.
Ain't no prophet ever could have foreseen this:
how we break the seventh seal, baby,
every single time we kiss.
Oh yeah: you're a beautiful girl.
Baby, you're the end of the world.
First Verse
Chorus
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8. |
See About Me
02:15
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I know you're pledged to someone else.
Baby, don't expect so much of yourself.
Everybody needs a little break from the monotony.
He can have all your tomorrows; tonight come and see about me.
I'm not asking you to leave that boy.
I don't want to see anyone's life destroyed.
All I want is one night of your life; he has the rest for free.
He can have all your tomorrows ...
I'm not saying that you're not happy.
Or that you life's a bore.
All I'm saying is it's not a crime
to want just a little bit more.
He always seemed like a real nice guy.
I don't want to make any nice guys cry.
All I want is an apple. I don't need the apple tree.
He can have all your tomorrows ...
When you lie down between your sheets
with your man in your hands and your cat at your feet
you can smile to yourself and enjoy some nice memories
and think about the time when you came and you saw about me.
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The road has not been kind to you
as any fool can tell
but everything it's put you through
you've really done to yourself.
So if you need some sympathy
then get on the microphone.
Play those sad sad songs, my friend:
that beautiful bitch and moan.
But I just can't be bothered
with all of your hard luck.
The devil, he may care
but frankly I don't give a fuck.
A catastrophic cliche
that we've all seen before.
Just a ragged replay
of a role that's nothing more.
Than another big sob story
about a life that's gone astray.
But a man can't be the victim
of the choices that he's made.
So it might be time for fixing cars,
writing books or driving trucks,
The devil, he may care
but frankly I don't give a fuck.
I don't give a fuck what you do out there.
If you're headlining Carnegie Hall
or just drunk in a ditch somewhere.
It was once about the music.
Not it's about the misery.
And the devil, he may care for you.
I try to keep him away from me.
Well, maybe you will make it through.
Then again, maybe you won't.
But there are those who care
whether you do or if you don't.
I may not be one of them.
The fact is I am not.
But somewhere someone's dreaming
of just a touch of the gifts you've got.
So feel free to remain down
in the mire and the muck.
The devil, he may care
but frankly I don't give a fuck.
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10. |
Buddy's Guitar
03:29
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A crow in the twilight as it flaps then takes wing.
A whippoorwill in the darkness as it stirs then it sings.
A train whistle calling across the still desert plains.
The great howl of thunder, the soft fall of rain.
The wind as it leafs through the leaves of a tree.
A stream as it carries those leaves to the sea.
The sea as it hurls its great waves at the shore.
The rhythm, the rumble, the rest and the roar.
The hum of the wheels as they roll through the night.
The soft hiss and crackle of those bright neon lights.
The buzz of the barrooms, the shouts and the cheers.
The love and the sorrow, the truth and the tears.
The swing of a door as it closes behind
a jilted young lover going out of his mind.
The pad of her footsteps as she heads down the hall.
Then the rev of an engine, then the silence that falls.
A New Orleans brass band in dazzling array.
An old-time Cajun picker in a shack by the bay.
The chant of a chain-gang and a church-house’s choir.
A young child playing with a stick and a wire.
Ten thousand nights, boys, in ten thousands bars,
I heard all these things in Buddy’s guitar.
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11. |
See About Me (Reprise)
02:31
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I know you're pledged to someone else.
Baby, don't expect so much of yourself.
Everybody needs a little break from the monotony.
He can have all your tomorrows; tonight come and see about me.
I'm not asking you to leave that boy.
I don't want to see anyone's life destroyed.
All I want is one night of your life; he has the rest for free.
He can have all your tomorrows ...
I'm not saying that you're not happy.
Or that you life's a bore.
All I'm saying is it's not a crime
to want just a little bit more.
He always seemed like a real nice guy.
I don't want to make any nice guys cry.
All I want is an apple. I don't need the apple tree.
He can have all your tomorrows ...
When you lie down between your sheets
with your man in your hands and your cat at your feet
you can smile to yourself and enjoy some nice memories
and think about the time when you came and you saw about me.
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Will Stenberg Portland, Oregon
Will Stenberg is searching for the perfect marriage of text and tune, mediated by himself with maximum honesty. He spends a lot of time writing songs and has a vague, persistent hope that there is an audience for them. He is from a small town, has lived in various parts of the US, and is full of love and unease. ... more
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