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This Time Tomorrow
03:43
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laying last goodbyes to rest, tell ourselves we’ve done our best
sads are sweet when loves are borrowed
know the sickness soon will pass. A salty kiss won’t be our last
we’ll get to feeling better this time tomorrow
faces flicker in the fields like off some old-time reel-to-reel
my own mobile, maudlin picture show
glasses raised the night before; mama cried and closed the door.
call me from Tennessee this time tomorrow
boxes and string, my heart packed tight with everything
a man could get used to calling home
hey, hey, alackaday, just scraping the moss right off this stone
a motel room out by the tracks, staring at the ceiling cracks
i am someone now that I don’t know
fifteen seconds lost in time, a ghost on the dividing line
lord help me make it 'till this time tomorrow
another game at its price, feeling like Sal Paradise
farewell to another friend
hey, hey, alackaday, tear me out a page, I’m on that road again
nothing left to do but drive. I got that sting says I’m alive
not much farther now for me to go
thoughts to slowly into spring, dogwoods bloom and robins sing
and I am born again this time tomorrow
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2. |
Beggarweeds
04:48
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crabgrass through the cracks, we are, barely breathing
asleep beneath the pavement dreaming sweet
until the early morning's tired, tailpiped feeding
newborn babies nursing on the cold concrete
alright, alright, here right where we need to be
trees of heaven, ever reaching from the skyline's shadow for the sun
devil's vines entwined, clinging for our lives
to our walls and stranger comforts until the bleeding's done
alright, alright, here right where we need to be
alright, alright, we are beggarweeds
down these dirty streets, more searching than arriving
ghost town gamblers 'till forced to fold
in these empty lots we are somehow surviving
biting on the broken glass still looking for gold
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3. |
Mystified
04:13
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you were just a boy making grown-up promises
the mirror's cracks bend the view, but what would you do
with a little more time, a little more truth?
shadow on the wall, I watched you waving goodbye to it
put your dreams up in a box. Ain't that what we do?
but you've given your time and given your truth
got your will running through me, the sin of your pride
i'd trade them for nothing and miss ever being so mystified
the bruises on your breast they were never a price to pay
to play pitch and catch 'till the last of the light
while the best of our world was slipping from sight
blossom in the snow don't you know you've lived up to it?
leaving your letters in stone, your thoughts in my mind
living out a love and breathing it with life
got your will running through me, the sin of your pride
i'd trade them for nothing, and miss ever being so mystified
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4. |
A Mother's Song
04:55
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If I could seize the hands of time I would.
I'd hold them tight next to me just so I could
Keep you here with me.
I'd frame each moment from the first I saw you.
Keep safely within me for all of my days to review.
Home by the hearth will I be
Adoring you leisurely.
My child, my boy, to soon your own man.
Where does the time go?
We asked it all of you my love.
Who dares to dream their dreams could be answered so?
If I could seize the hands of time I would.
I'd hold them tight next to me just so I could
See that you stay for a while,
Adorning the day with your smile.
My child, my boy, to soon your own man.
Where do the years go?
We asked it all of you my love.
Who dares to dream their dreams could be answered so?
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5. |
Chainsaws and Violins
03:48
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she was born revolution
breathing upper stratosphere
catch her out on the twilight playground
where all her fancied friends are found
laughing alone, always seemed a little queer
someone's gonna hear that voice
a toy choice strange as sin
make your noise child
chainsaws and violins
she dreaming queen of diamonds
where the wildcats and gators growl
armed with only her mother's wonder
a magic number, father's hand-me-down
all a golden girl will need somehow
someone's gonna hear that voice
a toy choice strange as sin
make your noise child
chainsaws and violins
here stands another rag-tag jazz cat
broke again 'till tuesday i'm afraid
write her in for the new messiah
a little spit-shined sophisticate and jive
may just save the children from our shame
someone's gonna hear that voice . . .
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6. |
Wake Sleeping
04:39
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still no hint of any mythic morning
the danger's in growing to used to night
and the funeral quiet
Dawn she could come and then go
before you would even know
these are no days for a dreamer
the words of the stranger rang true to the boy
there's no time or choice
hop this boxcar and ride
take it to the end of the line
must have been wake sleeping again
waiting for my real life to begin
do you think we could get any higher?
just flick a switch. do the lights go on?
check any clock face that you can find
can you read the time or not?
can you keep up with my thoughts?
must have been wake sleeping again
waiting for my real life to begin
do you think we could get any higher?
the electricity of a final moment
we are a memory after all
like the leaves that fall
kiss me love and you'll see
as real as you want me to be
must have been wake sleeping again
waiting for my real life to begin
do you think we could get any higher?
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7. |
Concrete Charlie
04:10
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concrete charlie was the last of a kind
walking that walk both sides of the line
going every down until the final gun
they'd call on Bednarik to get the job done
concrete charlie
his father worked the fires at Bethlehem Steel
learned his boy early on what is real
in the shadow of the smokestacks rising through the heat
finding out the hard way on these city streets
concrete
concrete charlie
a machine gun child in a B-24
its the poor boys that fight all our wars
you know your mission, son take it to the sky
got the whiskey waiting for ya
if you make it back alive
just make it back alive
silence fell that Sunday at the Polo Grounds
they're still talkin' about how Frankie went down
Vinnie had his boys on the road to victory
but when it came down to it there was one man
one man left to beat
a machine gun child in a B-24
its the poor boys that fight all our wars
you know your mission, son take it to the sky
got the whiskey waiting for ya
if you make it back alive
just make it back alive
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8. |
The Letting Go
04:30
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a pretty little box, for a big idea
try and get your mind around it
used to think your heart had found it
everything or not, to keen to make it clear
like no one else's heart is aching
another martyr in the making, now
if it makes you feel better
now
but its making me feel old
this is me letting go
a splinter in your soul deeper than the years
still waiting for the payback coming
like life owes you something
nowhere left to go, delicious are your tears
when there's nothing left for fearing
you'll see my love reappearing, now
if it makes you feel better
now
but its making me feel old
this is me letting go
letting go, this is me letting go
surrender to the undertow, uh huh.
dig my song and dance, baby choose your true
i'd rather be in the mystery
yesterday is ancient history
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9. |
Pretty Ghost
04:45
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the breaking of a solace
you toiled to construct
for waiting out the war against your blue
that keep of cards comes tumbling
when the name comes up
every time that pretty ghost blows through
come the kings men and their horses
help you pick your pieces up
your peace is up
suffering the sickness
you wretch and sweat it out
broke the stranglehold began to breathe
the breaches come from everywhere
no safe or sacred ground
no sooner standing then you back upon your knees
you only grow more beautiful
the more you get to know the dust
and we know the dust
every time that pretty ghost blows through
every time. that pretty ghost.
every time that pretty ghost blows through
the lifting of a season
its welcome long outstayed
feel the soil speaking to your skin
barren now, a barrow for the promises you made
there's only for the seeding to begin
the day grows later by the moment
there's so much more for you to love
for you to love
every time that pretty ghost blows through
every time. that pretty ghost.
no sage or spell strong enough
whats a vacant heart to do?
no sage or spell strong enough
every time that pretty ghost
that pretty ghost blows through
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10. |
Perfect
05:41
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came into this dirty world
no scrawl upon the slate
no blood upon our hands
tangled in the fairy tale
force fed us our first taste
too young to understand
naked, hungry
no need or use for hate
perfect
we were at one time, babe
fingers meant for holding on
their pointing at me now
curling into a fist
"mother" the first word we say
now you're cursing with that mouth
you kiss your mother with
golden, silent
not a tear for waste
perfect
we were at one time, babe
chain it to a printed page
lock it in a little mind
watch what the truth becomes
cold goes the sun that kept you warm
no word could be divine
that denies another's love
we take the gods we're given
assigned our enemies
issued keys to heaven's gate
what was it our scripture says?
oh yeah, "sinners all are we"
hope your hell's a better place
than mine's bound to me
faith she tried to free you
but you'd rather be her slave
perfect
we were at one time, babe
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11. |
Kintsugi
03:53
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we could try to hide 'em
every bump and bruise
scratch and stain
copper mosquito the truth awhile
its never been a winning game
i don't have to tell you
down on our knees
salvaging the pieces we can find
time it can heal
love is the seal that binds
every crooked line so the story can be told
we fill in the cracks with gold
why would we disguise our beautifully broken?
no two scars the same
snowflakes, fingerprints for the miles
a discrete cartography
so I'll know where to find you
down on our knees
salvaging the pieces we can find
time it can heal
love is the seal that binds
every crooked line so the story can be told
we fill in the cracks with gold
why would we deny our sacred history?
every sliver and shard?
sweep them to the shadows of our monolith smiles?
down on our knees
salvaging the pieces we can find
time it can heal
love is the seal that binds
every crooked line so the story can be told
we fill in the cracks with gold
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Charlie Degenhart Nashville, Tennessee
Charlie has released 5 albums since moving to Nashville in 2000. A mainstay of the other side of Music City, he has worked with such producers as Shawn Byrne, George Marinelli and Cliff Goldmacher, collaborating across genres while developing his post-Americana sound. His latest, “Eleven Birds” is a decidedly more post-punk effort with nods to Bowie, Peter Gabriel, the Bunnymen and The Psych Furs. ... more
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