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I Built Rome in a Day
05:33
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Every road I’ve ever known,
would never take me home.
And every word I ever wrote
was never set in stone.
‘Cause I’m not ready to go, no, I’m not ready to go.
Her two eyes are wishing wells,
and I’ve been going broke.
All I want’s a fortune told,
that I will never know.
‘Cause I’m not ready to go, no, I’m not ready to go.
I hung a wish on every star,
I think I shot too far.
Now the sky is full of things I want,
shinning down on me
‘Cause I’m not ready to go, no, I’m not ready to go.
All I want’s a wall to write on
a promise I won’t break myself
I’ve been hunting nothing so long
the target is taking shots at me.
Wind me up and spin me ‘round
and take me home and hold me down.
I don’t know what you’ve been told,
but I’ve been fed a lie
I wash it down with cheap red wine,
in vino veritas
‘Cause I’m not ready to go, no, I’m not ready to go.
I hate this this town, I love this town,
I got nowhere to be
Montreal or Italy might be the place for me.
But I'm not ready to go, no, I'm not ready to go.
Every song I never write will always sound the same.
Every Book I never write, Will call me by my name.
But I'm not ready to go, no, I'm not ready to go.
It’s in my bone, to need you more
than a heart could need a home
Your two eyes are wishing wells
and I’ve been going broke
‘Cause I’m not ready to go, no, I’m not ready to go.
I begged and then I chose
I scare the crow myself
Absence makes me fond, and my glitter’s only half gold.
I played the part in Rome
I’ve grabbed a bull by horns
I cry just like a sheep, then I kill the wolf when it comes.
... I built Rome in a day , and I stole that page from your book.
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2. |
Jenny on the Run
02:37
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Jenny’s on the run and the chopper got a gun,
hears the dog at her heel but it’s not there,
... this road won’t end.
Ran a dirty scam, now Tara’s dead,
in a red suitcase at Jenny’s feet,
like a broken doll.
Those eyes want more.
Jenny’s on the run, she’ll never get away,
the memory’s a ball and chain.
The cop is gonna come, the dog is gonna bite,
the jail is gonna hold her tight.
But no one’s gets it right, and no one’s gets it wrong,
Jenny just had to try.
Beauty ain’t lost, it’s given away,
and youth is a loaded gun.
Jenny’s been running through the woods so long
but there’s no path gonna take her home
... it’s too far gone.
Coming through the tears is another memory,
of a night in Spain in the back of a car,
when it wasn’t Tara’s head,
Between Jenny’s legs.
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3. |
Daw Suu Kyi
03:32
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Daddy was a rebel,
fighting with the empire.
He showed her what a man is,
They shot ‘em dead for speaking out.
Her mother was a leader,
Ambassador for India.
Keep it in the family,
no one’s gonna beat it out.
Power to the people,
martial law to lock ‘em down.
Kept her locked in that house,
doesn’t mean she didn’t win.
Twenty years she counted,
Doesn’t mean she wasn’t free.
Found a book to find us,
piano by the moonlight
twenty years later,
no one knows her name at all.
Every prize we gave her,
only opened hungry eyes.
Load her up with medals
never gonna set her free.
She never had a trial
never let her try at all.
Set her free and stalked her,
bought a mob to mow her down.
twenty years and counting
ready for the light of day
But we didn’t help her
busy with the run around ...........
Cyclone tore the roof off
and left her in the dark alone.
plotting by her candlelight
she’d find a way to make it right.
Barred away her husband,
let him die a lonely man.
Couldn’t go and see him,
Wouldn’t let her kind back in.
Kept away her kids too,
Nothing that they didn’t do.
Handed her the Nobel,
She sent a kid to carry it.
Twenty years in lockdown,
No medal’s gonna bury it.
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4. |
RelationShipWreck
02:50
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I’m not looking for higher road,
the one on is just fine with me,
my hands on your body in the shower in the morning,
like tactile ecstasy.
You at the table with the crossword puzzle,
eatin’ pancakes and sippin’ on tea.
There’s another world out there, I know,
it’s not the one for me.
But you need the fire we once had,
Said I feel colder every day,
anything that burned that bright was bound
to burn out in time.
But girl your cupid’s wrong.
'casue I’m the man you’ll want.
but time won’t show I’m right,
until we’ve both moved on.
The thing with wishing on a star is that,
every one of them is burning out.
Rvery wish in the well feels too far down,
when you’re standing at the top.
You took my love to the pawn shop,
sold me off like a boot you don’t want.
I’m a lazy man, but I fought for you,
looking back bitch you were no good.
Now I’m in love with every girl, getting what you never gave,
Now you’re knocking on my door, talking about a second shot.
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6. |
Love Is Not Devotion
03:37
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I’m not saying that I’m your kind of man.
(But I am)
You keep trying to give my heart a chance
(why wait)
You keep sayin’ that my love is a curse
(and it is)
And I keep joking that your heart is a hurse
(kills me)
But life ain’t nothin’ until you found someone
(to die for)
Oh they say I am fool but,
wiser men have been struck dumb by you.
Love is not. Devotion. It’s a feeling / Leave your man.
I might be a fucking fool,
but I’m that fool for you.
Made your life a mess
but I will clean it up.
I know that you married him,
but things do change.
Tell it on the mountain
that started as a hill.
Love is only hard
so that you will move on.
Writing's on the wall,
and I wrote it there.
Count to three,
It’s that easy.
Not too young and not too hung I know.
(So-rry)
But I have got a miner’s heart of gold.
(for you)
I keep wishing that your heart was a crook.
(steal mine)
I’m just sayin that life’s too short to lie.
(with him)
I keep waiting like a star too shine.
(for you)
And I don’t care that your wasting all my time,
(it’s yours)
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7. |
Proof I'm Here
04:52
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And I will kiss the whiskey out of your mouth,
and chase away what it can’t wash down.
I won’t need more than another night to,
prove the ghost that haunts you is still alive.
Memory will never buy back want you want
and the well you’re at, is waiting for a wish.
I'm the one drinking up your words
like a desert dry, or an endless book.
Keep me here,
when morning comes.
I missed another turn and got lost, you,
found me like a coin that you kept, to,
buy yourself a second shot at love.
But look at what it’s cost us both,
I’m spent and your heart is broke, so,
light another candle now for us.
Time is a bitter thing, a thief with no gold to sell,
just dreams that nobody wants but us.
It’s easier to contemplate, when it’s ten years too late,
what a kiss on your pretty face, could change.
A moth in a feral wind, a kiss with no fist to find,
a face with no lies to hide behind.
I pull on the line you’re on, it tears through me like a knife
but blood is the only proof I’m here.
I don’t want to be the reason that you’re crying,
but the tears you’re shedding only prove this is right.
So tear those clothes from your gold-dug body,
and let me show you what a new man sees.
I don’t want to hear you blaming yourself for
for ticking clocks, and what they take away.
Change will come, like a thief in the night,
for every one, you’re not alone in that.
Keep me here
when the morning comes.
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8. |
Tonight Tonight Tonight
01:34
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I don't wanna break
and you don't wanna bend
I don't wanna run
and you don't wanna hide
I don't wanna lie
and you don't wanna whine.
I don't wanna stop
and you don't wanna stop,
so why'd you want to have me whole.
If all you want
is all of me
you have it all
tonight, tonight, tonight.
It's all the same
you look for gold
where silver paves the way.
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Chad Pelley St John's, Newfoundland and Labrador
Chad Pelley is an author who'd rather write songs than stories.
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