1. |
Oh Heavens No
02:48
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There is a place I like to go
Just another storefront on the same dirty road
Nobody recognizes me yet, but they will I know
I light one sad cigarette
I tell a story with a flash of matches and a deep breath
Nobody knows my ending because it hasn't come up yet
I put a song on the jukebox, I pick one easy to forget
I've learned a trick or two about falling asleep
I count the days I've lived instead of sheep
I reach such high numbers I feel there must be some mistake
When my wife hears me she says, "Oh, hold on"
She says, "Oh, for heaven's sake"
But I feel it coming up, I feel it coming up behind me
Those steady hoof beats, that trusty steed come to bear me away
It's too long a journey for me to make on my own two feet
I know it's hard to fathom, but one day I'll be gone
She says "Oh, please don't talk like that"
She says, "Oh, baby just relax"
When she asks if I'm serious I say "Oh, heavens no"
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2. |
Red Shoes
03:04
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Your red shoes leave marks everywhere you go
and I follow you home, I follow you down the road
Around each corner I see your two little red feet
disappearing around the bend away from me
Everybody knows where you're going now
Your red shoes, they give you away--I can anticipate
every move that you make, every doorway you pass through
But I move like shadows do
I keep a safe distance from you
Everybody knows where you're going now
Your red shoes are like a code we all know
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3. |
That Old Trick
04:13
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We don't see much of your sort around here
The sort of stories that you tell are not the sort we're used to hearing
Is it any wonder that nobody seems to listen?
We shake our heads, we let out our breath and sigh, "Oh no, it's just him again," but
I'm not falling for that dirty old trick again
You strike a match against the pyre that we built for ourselves
You see us carrying dry branches and you ask couldn't we think to build something else?
We answer, "This is what we do, this is what we've always done"
You look us in the eye, we look away, ashamed of ourselves, every one, but
I'm not falling for that dirty old trick again
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4. |
Sugar or Cream
03:51
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Spring is sprung
Now we're waiting for
the rain to stop
so we can go outside again
There's coffee for you in the morning
and black tea for me
Neither of us cares much for
sugar or cream
The winter was long
I got myself in a spot of trouble
but you were there waiting for me
when I dusted myself off
It snowed three times
so we stayed inside
for days and days
watching cancelled shows on DVD
We turned the heat on
we piled all the blankets on the bed
we put our sweaters on
but still the cold got in
so we told stories
of what it's like being warm
and it must've worked
because we weren't as cold as we were before
Darling, I love you
I've loved you all this time
You know what they say--
if this half is half as good
as the last half
darling, we've got it made
But I know
we're at the start of a long road
and personally I can't wait
to see where it takes us next
Darling, I love you
I've loved you all this time
Spring is sprung
Now we're waiting for
the rain to stop
so we can go outside again
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5. |
Knock On Your Door
02:47
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It's a mysterious place you live in,
that old house on that old road--
the kind of place I hurry past
on my long walk home
but I know
better than to knock on your door
The windows are all painted shut,
not a single latch will turn--
maybe it's a century of bad luck
or neglect just taking what it's earned
The devil's looking in your window,
he's got his hands on all the locks--
you know there's nothing you can give up
that you haven't already lost
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6. |
Something You Say
04:45
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The moon is full,
it's oh so full,
and we both recall that
some poet once compared
the full moon to a white balloon
caught in the branches
of a black tree
We're out walking
it's well past twelve and
the moon seems to
be dogging our footsteps,
following us home,
caught as she is
But then something I say
sets both of us
laughing like mad
Something you say
sets both of us
looking back
It goes on and on
We go on and on
My glass is empty
at last and I say
something about going home
but you just laugh
we sit a bit longer
we're still and silent
The water marks
on the window pane
get me appreciating
the breaks between our sentences,
those comfortable silences--
the little gifts that
oh, that we make so much of
But then something I say
sets both of us
laughing like mad
Something you say
sets both of us
looking back
It goes on and on
We go on and on
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Thea Rosenburg Bellingham, Washington
Singing a lot of lullabies these days.
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