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Still Running (D Ryall)
04:38
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The clouds gather in the strangest formation. We're back out but we're still on probation.
We can't see the tourist for the freeze and the cold gains ground as we drop by degrees and
Our leaves change color but we're still the same. We're still cruisin' by another name.
We're living proof that we've got no shame. You can't quit when you love the game.
We're still runnin', still runnin', still runnin'.
We've hit the ground, but we're up and runnin'. Been blown around, but we won't be done in.
You can't see the florist for the breeze and cut off our ankles, we'll be playin' from our knees and
Our branch is bare but we're still the same. We're still floatin' by another name.
It's plain to see that we've got no shame. We've left the wing, but we're back in the game.
We're still runnin', still runnin', still runnin'.
The crowds gather with the strangest elation. We're back out with a new dedication.
You can't see the symptoms of disease but, give us a moment you'll be singing in the breeze and
The tunes are different but they shoot on aim, and we're still playing by another name.
We'll never learn 'cause we've got no shame. We'll never quit 'cause we love the game.
We're still runnin', still runnin', still runnin', still runnin'
Still runnin', still runnin', still runnin'.
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There's a dead man walking. He moves without purpose
Can't you hear them talking. He's here but not with us
Goodbye, so long, see you later. I'm so gone, without hesitation
Move on, it's been a sweet slice. Let the wind sail me into the night
There's a dead man walking. Been cast out and cut off
Can't you hear them mocking. Fallen from the circle
Goodbye, so long, see you later. I'm so gone, without hesitation
Move on, it's been a sweet slice. Let the wind sail me into the night
I'm leaving right now. I'm leaving right now
I've got my suitcase, I've got my flight
I've got a one-way ticket to lose my mind tonight
I'm leaving right now
I'm leaving right now. I'm leaving right now
I've made my bed, I can't go back
I've got a one-way ticket going right off the tracks
I'm leaving right now
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It was a wonder I could even see, the lights were low and so was I
I mumbled stumbled through the haze until you caught my eye
I spilled my guts and did not even try to mystify
Not thinking that you’d stay
And so we started up this convo about some shit I cannot recall
Runnin’ on kick and adrenalin and alcohol
We cut it up and burned it down like it was ten feet tall
And then I heard her say… what?
I want to take you home. I want to take you home. I want to take you home.
She want to take me home
It was a rainy night, a masquerade, a harmless little to and fro
At which I met her, I was told she was from Mexico
Stealing and appealing, feeling like a fucking dynamo
I made my ugly play
And at the same time I was winning I was losing time frenetically
To close the door inside my shape was an anomaly
But I gave it balls, I gave it everything inside of me
To say those words that have haunted me since that very day
I want to take you home. I want to take you home. I want to take you home.
Holy shit, I can’t believe she said she wants to take me home
I want to take you home. I want to take you home. I want to take you home.
She want to take me home
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And it could have been the school of gaspereau that brushed against my feet
And it could have been the way the sunset, weaving through the trees
And it could have been the whispering winds, flirting with the leaves
And it could have been the sheet of glass I was on, surrounding me
And I can't wait to get to John Lowe's Still
That tea-like water flowing through the hills
Calling my name and that's the reason why
I just can't wait to get to John Lowe's Still
And it could have been the distant loon that echoed through the breeze
And it could have been the playful parr, feeding at the mouth of the stream
And it could have been the startled beaver, the crashing tail, splashing me
And it could have been the ancient creature from the depths, staring up at me
And I can't wait to get to John Lowe's Still
That tea-like water flowing through the hills
Calling my name and that's the reason why
I just can't wait to get to John Lowe's Still
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5. |
Chelsea (Sean Ryall)
04:21
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You should have seen her smile fade
when I pulled out the mess she made under her nose
She was defiant till the end
and then just stared down at her pretty painted toes
And just like a spider spinning blind
She wove her web without a bind to hold her own
Oh Chelsea don't you think
you could have eased up on me, now you fucking know
Oh Chelsea
Don't ever underestimate my pain
Oh Chelsea
You'll never hurt someone like that again
Oh Chelsea
You make it so much fun to lay the blame
Oh Chelsea
You'll never smile at me like that again
You should have looked into her eyes
when she was telling all her lies without a clue
Now it's too late to point at me
but I can see it's on my hands because of you
She was so zealous in her fight
I guess I thought that she was right, and carried on
And so I did in spite of me
But I see all that did was make another wrong
Oh Chelsea
Don't ever underestimate my pain
Oh Chelsea
You'll never hurt someone like that again
Oh Chelsea
You make it so much fun to lay the blame
Oh Chelsea
Why don't you tell me why you
never gave a shit about me, fucking someone else and…
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6. |
Follow You (D Ryall)
05:32
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Sitting here again, on this astral plain.
I got lost on this side street called memory lane.
Drifting off to sleep, with one foot on the floor.
Loneliness looms heavy outside my bedroom door.
You want a blanket, you just stay right there.
Being your servant has become my career.
But,
I don’t wanna be the one, to follow you.
I don’t wanna be the one, to follow you.
I really don’t remember a night so dark.
Didn’t think that I’d sunk so low, below the watermark.
Caution is my partner. My enemy is fear.
I used to play it by the book, but now I play it by ear.
I come to see you, to break your fall.
I’m there to catch it when you drop the ball,
So,
I don’t wanna be the one, to follow you.
I don’t wanna be the one, to follow you.
I don’t wanna be the one, to follow you.
I don’t wanna be the one, to follow you.
I’ll drop the guitar, just to get you your drink
I know how you are, I know how you think.
I need no thanks, I’ll just accept your wink
I’ll have it ready before you can blink.
Drifting off to sleep with one eye on the door.
It seems like me and loneliness, we have a good rapport.
Blood stains on my hands, and my heart on my sleeve.
The smoke that’s in my eyes makes it so hard to breathe.
And
I don’t wanna be the one, to follow you.
I don’t wanna be the one, to follow you.
I don’t wanna be the one, to follow you.
I don’t wanna be the one, to follow you.
To follow you.
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PART ONE: About Last Night
So you wanna know about last night
It's a path you don't wanna go
Be careful what you ask, about last night
It's a story you don't wanna know
Don't ask about the perfume smell
Don't ask about the lipstick stain
Don't ask about the picture on the cell
It's a story you don't want to entertain
So you wanna know about last night
It's a tale best left untold
You wanna bet it all on last night
this is a hand you'd better fold
I got a story 'bout, about last night
It's too late now to take it back
I ain't afraid to say what happened last night
But it's an egg you don't wanna crack
Don't ask for an alibi
Don't ask about the strange text
If you ask, I ain't gonna lie
and you know what'll happen next
You could take a guess about last night
Probably hit it right on the head
Think before you ask about last night
You better change the subject instead
PART TWO: Exits
I'm frozen in a moment,
I pass time with this pen.
Why do I second guess myself,
Time and time again?
Today I want the comfort,
Tomorrow I want the joy.
This morning I want to build it,
Tonight I want it destroyed.
PART THREE: On The Way Home
On the way home
I flagged a cab and grabbed a bite.
On the way home
I left the scene and dodged a fight.
Leaving your place, living my life.
Loathing your face, loving the night.
On the way home
I felt the night drift through my clothes.
On the way home
I "called a friend", so the story goes.
Leaving your place, living my life.
Loathing your face, loving the night.
On the way home
I found a girl, and found a bed.
On the way home
I think we better change the subject instead.
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We been through some hard times
To hell and then back
My eyes they did wander
But I kept it on track
And she says “ Really, you expect a pat on the back?”
The years they do fly by
Still ain’t too hard on the eyes
Sizing up in the mirror
I pull my stomach in tight
And she says with a grin “You ain’t all that!”
Won’t waste one more minute
Won’t waste one more thought
Won’t squander my days
On things won or lost
I can’t waste no more time today on yesterday
Been called a sinner
Right through to a saint
For many good reasons
Ain’t got no complaints
And she says under her breath “It must be nice.”
Won’t waste one more minute
Won’t waste one more thought
Won’t squander my days
On things won or lost
I can’t waste no more time today on yesterday
I won’t waste one more minute, I won’t waste one more thought
Won’t squander my days, on things won or lost
I can’t waste no more time, dwelling on the past
I got to move forward, and I got to move fast
I can’t waste no more time, today on yesterday
I can’t waste no more time, today on yesterday
I can’t waste no more time, today on yesterday
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9. |
I'll Bet (D Ryall)
04:56
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I’ll bet you had the type who’d go the mile.
I’ll bet you had the type who drove in style.
I’ll bet you had their money at your feet.
I’ll bet you had the type who fed your needs.
I’ll bet you had the type who supplied your greed.
But have you ever had a man like me?
Have you ever had unconditional?
Have you ever had so committable?
Have you ever had such a safety net?
Have you ever had such servitude?
Have you ever had my magnitude?
You haven’t had nothin’ like me yet.
I’ll bet you strolled the ditches for awhile.
I’ll bet you kept some for your favorites file.
I’ll bet you suffer from that same routine.
I’ll bet you’ve had dodge a swing or two.
I’ll bet you’ve been a little black and blue.
I’ll bet you…
I’ll bet you crawled across the desert floor.
I’ll bet you’re still looking for something more.
I’ll bet you don’t believe that you’ll ever be.
I’ll bet you scratched the surface at times.
I’ll bet you glanced across the line.
Have you ever wanted a man like me?
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"Hello old friend
We meet again
Got a few gray hairs and you ain't as thin".
I woke up this morning
Anxious and alone
I swear I never want to see you again
Knocked down and knocked out
Can't seem to be without
Everytime you hit that shit, that's it, you're full of it
You're falling down, you're falling down
Focused but floundering
Desire's all but gone
You know you're going but you don't know where
Head down and blinded
You're riding the plow
Taking all that you can, blending into the crowd
Indiscretions - encounters,
Filling up - feeling empty
Everytime you hit that shit, that's it, you're full of it.
You're falling down, you're falling down
You're falling down, you're falling down
You're falling down, you're falling down
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11. |
She Goes (Sean Ryall)
05:15
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Sticky fingers, sticky toes, sticky stooges, stickin’ sugar in her nose
That’s the way that she goes
White feather, white wine, white weather blowin’ round her pretty mind
Yeah, that’s the way that she goes… That’s the way that she go
Well that’s the way that she goes
Well that’s the way that she goes
Well that’s the way that she goes
Well that’s the way that she goes
Black magic, black tie, black kitten, that’s the reason why
That that’s the way that she goes
I told her give me, she told me no, I told her off and then she said “I told you so”
And that’s the way that she goes… That’s the way that she goes
Well that;s the way that she goes
Well that’s the way that she goes
Well that’s the way that she goes, she got to powder her nose
Well that’s the way that she goes
You say you want to give me cover
But you can’t even give me piece of mind
And now you’re talkin’ like a retail teen trying to push me another
But then it comes crashing and it’s time to curtain down the show
Now I know, that that’s the way that she goes
Well that’s the way that she goes
Well that’s the way that she goes
Well that’s the way that she goes, she got to powder her nose
Well that’s the way that she goes
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It’s been a pleasure, getting to know you
It’s been a blast, becoming your friend
Those nights together, jammin' till 4 am
I wish those good times would never end
It’s been a pleasure, making that crazy sound
It’s been a long time, since I got to hear
The laughs and the good times, while you were around
I can't see you, your voice is perfectly clear
The rocking man, and the no-talking man
are busy making heavenly plans
Either through your cool ground, or across the universe
man I miss that shit we used to rehearse
The rocking man, and the no-talking man
are playing in, in a better band
Through all the highest highs, and the lowest lows
it was a pleasure being your BRO
It’s been a pleasure getting to know you
It’s been exactly what I was looking for
And if we never cross paths together
I know the music …
Will live forever more
This song is respectfully dedicated to the memory of David Gerard ( Clyde ) Blackman 1960-2011 & Scott Douglas ( Jesus ) Murphy 1963-2010.
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13. |
Sunsets (D Ryall)
04:06
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The sun rises with me leaving you behind,
Although that’s what I thought I’d had in mind,
We both know, I haven’t left yet.
Oh, the sun sets.
The sun rises with a promise to myself,
I said I’d be ruled by no one else,
But 10 feet is close as I can get.
and oh, the sun sets.
Oh, I’ll be strong.
Oh, I’ll go on.
Oh, I’ll say so long.
and then you’ll prove me wrong.
The sun rises with a pitiful attempt,
From your love, I thought I was exempt,
Before long, I‘m reneging on all bets.
And oh, the sun sets.
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Somebody Else's Blues Halifax, Nova Scotia
We love the blues but we’re not a blues band! You will hear different genre influences in our music. We're a group who really enjoys writing and recording songs. The band formed in 1995 in Spryfield, Nova Scotia, and recorded 3 albums and occasionally played gigs until 2001. The band resumed writing and recording in 2012 and released “Last Exit Home" in 2015 and continues to play together today. ... more
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