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Leaves Are Leaving
01:43
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(Instrumental)
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Directions
03:57
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Point me in the right direction
‘Cause there’s only one light on my street
It’s not birth, it’s a resurrection
But don’t let anybody tell you what its worth
Had you really seen the strangest sight
At the bottom of a bottle?
But I’ll pretend that you were right
If it’ll mean I’ll get some sleep tonight
Drive me on an open highway
While I count out-of-state license plates like sheep
Past white and yellow painted lines
And green reflective mile signs
‘Til all I count is exits in my sleep
When the windows close as do my eyes
Thin skin to block out starry skies
And in my head I’m in my bed
But you’re still right there sitting next to me
Wake me up when we get there
But don’t tell me where “there” is ‘til we arrive
Take me in the right direction
Take me to the place where I belong
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3. |
August Song
05:32
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My fire struggled in the rain
And your cigarette burned brighter
But it wasn’t quite the same
We gathered round and watched it burn
Quartet of fools off finding wisdom
We had so much more to learn
I made my way towards the light
And woke you up with heavy footing
In the middle of the night
Back in my room I couldn’t sleep
And I spoke softly with my brother
So you couldn’t hear a peep
And there we stayed
‘Til morning
We dried our clothes under the sun
Never caring how we kept them
Long as we were having fun
Then made our way across the iron bridge
I buried in my skin
I watched you jump into the river
And followed you right in
And there we stayed
All evening
Too scared to take your number from my phone
If by mistake I call it, do you know where it would go?
With every year that comes to pass
I still see you in the water
I still feel you in the grass
What did we ever hope to find?
With every day spent searching for it
You are always in mind
And there you’ll stay
Forever
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Well I’m bringing my whiskey to the fire tonight
Gonna drink it all, gonna drink it alright
If that bottle ain’t gone before daylight
Then I’ll pour it on the fire and find me another life
Well I’m bringing my bourbon to the fire tomorrow
I take another sip and let it drown my sorrow
If it takes me too I won’t beg or borrow
Cause I’m too damn proud to take hold of helping hand
Well I’m bringing my scotch to the fire on the lake
Gonna pass around the bottle, see how long it takes
Before it all runs out and my heart it aches
Cause I’ve fallen in love just in time for my heart to break
When the morning comes my head spins all around
And I fall out of bed pick myself up off the ground
Well I’m bringing my guitar to the fire tonight
Gonna sing my songs, gonna sing ‘em all night
Put a note in a bottle, on the note I write
Don’t let the coals go out and we can burn them another night
Don’t let the coals go out and we can save ‘em for another night
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5. |
Ripples in the Ocean
03:35
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This picture of mine is getting worn
I keep it in my pocket and I blow my horn
And pressed like a shell up to my ear
The sound of the wind is all I hear
Small droplets of rain begin to fall
My favorite umbrella sits in my back hall
So I put a box around my head
And picture myself dryer in my cozy bed
On the darkest of nights my picture shows
The colors of the rainbow in a sepia tone
Painting thin dark lines on porcelain hands
And making ripples in the ocean look as brown as sand
Oh no, could this be hell?
And if I were wiser would I be able to tell?
Would I just fall upon my knees
And pray that your blind eyes would be able to see?
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6. |
Boulder
03:29
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She’s gonna get up and be older someday
Cause nobody told her to pray
And she’ll walk down the stairs and get colder
To find out her breakfast is just the same way
So she'll sit by the fire for hours
And wait for the powers that be
When she finally decides that the world is her flower
She can stop by and pollinate me
She says that she wants to get older
But nobody told her but me
All the snake really wants is a shoulder to cry on
And one more apple on the tree
When we finally made it to Boulder
We weren’t as old as we thought we would be
And I thought that I heard somebody whisper
“She’s a wonderful girl, isn’t she?”
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7. |
The Perfect Words
04:02
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Say, say it doesn’t matter what I choose
That if I run away
I’m not running out on you
As sure as rivers bend like knees
And fall into the open sea
I’m off the find the woods that they run through
Find, find the perfects words to say
That our love is strong
And I’m not going out this way
I’d write them in a perfect letter
One sealed in wax to make it better
And swear to send it out another day
When the world is cold and bitter
It’s okay, ‘cause it’s winter anyway
Put on your favorite sweater
It gets warmer every day
Go, go and take a walk out in the snow
Find a place you know
Then go anywhere you don’t
The world is only half-sincere
When covered by this white veneer
And every other color lies below
And surrounded by abandoned limbs
Remember when we watched them fall and then
There was nothing left to catch the wind
You’ll be beautiful again
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8. |
A Ride At Night
02:09
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Catching a ride
On the starboard side
On my ticket from someplace second best
And in the back seat
Is where we can meet
When we finally decide it’s safe to try
But it won’t be today
On a simpler day
Is when we can stay
Until the last signs of the state line fade away
And if by surprise you catch my eye
I’ll bring you in tight
And I’ll say goodnight
But I can wait
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Don’t look away
This is the first day after everything
I don’t know what to say
It starts today
And if it’s not what you were hoping for
No need to be afraid
I’m finally starting to feel like myself again
I’m finally starting to feel like myself again
Lay in the grass
I’ll spend the whole afternoon picking all
The brown ones off your back
Night comes at last
The last one falls off of my fingertips
And fades into the black
I’m finally starting to feel like myself again
I’m finally starting to feel like myself again
If I hide behind a waterfall
Or the dark side of the road
I’m sorry, I’m just scared to say hello
How could you know?
If I had a second chance
If someone taught me how to dance
You wouldn’t find me there
But I’m finally starting to feel like myself again
I’m finally starting to feel like myself again
I am ashamed
I should have taken it upon myself
Not given it away
I’ll take the blame
And though the burden’s taken different form
It’s burden all the same
I’m finally starting to feel like myself again
I’m finally starting to feel like myself again
If I hide behind a waterfall
Or the dark side of the road
I’m sorry, I’m just scared to say hello
How could you know?
If I had a second chance
If someone taught me how to dance
You wouldn’t find me there
But I’m finally starting to feel like myself again
I’m finally starting to feel like myself again
This is the end
This is the only thing I’ve ever known
That I could know for sure
It’s not my friend
But I wouldn’t treat it differently
Even if it were
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10. |
Iron
04:55
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I hear the all familiar call
Of copper pipes behind the wall
As they bring water to my sink
When Scottish whiskey’s all I drink
The condensation on the floor
It makes its way beneath my door
The conversation in my head
Is what I focus on instead
I never knew if I could trust
Myself to taste between blood and rust
Or how come either had the gall
To fall upon my tongue at all
And though they both have different names
They always tasted quite the same
I guess I always had it wrong
‘Cause it was iron all along
I throw my head under the sheet
The only thing that I keep neat
And think of promises to break
While I pretend I’m not awake
And though there’s one that I will keep
I’m running out of time to sleep
But I remember what you said
That I’ll have plenty when I’m dead
I never knew if I could trust
Myself to taste between blood and rust
Or how come either had the gall
To fall upon my tongue at all
And though they both have different names
They always tasted quite the same
I guess I always had it wrong
‘Cause it was iron all along
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Adam Reczek New Hampshire
Organic, locally-grown New Hampshire folk rock.
It's "REE-zik"
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