1. |
In Her View
03:35
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She has stormy eyes.
She yawns wide.
Her vision's wet and blurry.
The scattered dry ground
is pinned down by expanding puddles.
On lonely nights her lamps light
and she swears this place looks like
a New England Village.
The gangs on both sides of the street
don't know about the others.
When she hollers hip jokes
they throw signals at the others.
She used to have reason to smile.
Now she doesn't want to.
All of this from the view of a rented-out room.
She has flashbacks flying fast, fast-forward.
She has flashbacks flying fast, fast-forward.
She has flashbacks flying fast, fast-forward.
She has flashbacks flying fast, fast-forward.
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2. |
Leaving St. Paul
04:31
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Oh, I'm leaving St. Paul
with alcohol fresh on my lips.
I'm heading where the hippie girls live,
cable cars still exist.
A wanderer's curse.
It's a hopeless plight, you see.
I'm telling you this search
may inevitably break me.
Oh, I'm leaving St. Paul
with alcohol fresh on my lips.
I'm heading where the fog never lifts,
ports welcome in ships.
But that's not even the entire point, you see.
I'm telling you this search
may inevitably break me.
Or in fact rejuvenate me.
Either way I'll be on to something.
Something I wasn't on to before.
Oh, something I wasn't on to before.
Oh, something.
Oh, something.
Oh, something.
Oh, something.
Oh, something.
Oh, I'm leaving St. Paul
with alcohol fresh on my lips.
I'm heading to where the hippie girls live,
cable cars still exist.
A wanderer's curse.
It's a hopeless plight, you see.
I'm telling you.
I'm begging you.
I'm absolutely certain this search
may inevitably break me.
Oh, I'm leaving.
Oh, I'm leaving.
Oh, I'm leaving.
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3. |
Slight Infractions
04:47
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Maybe I'm just seeing things,
crazy dreams of my life tipped over.
It may be just a breakdown.
Right now, a moment of disorder.
Should I spend another day with my eyes wide open
when the days don't serve as a break from the night?
Wouldn't that make you want to leave?
Oh, I have made slight infractions,
crossed the tracks and turned my head up stargazed.
Oh, I have made slight infractions,
crossed the tracks and turned my head up stargazed.
I've been a fool.
These psychedelic cures only heal so much,
tend to lend a hand then want to lend another.
All they want to do is trip out my point of view,
make me want to ask or beg for another.
Would you walk my shoes through a different town tomorrow?
Wouldn't sell my soul but do you hold the key?
I might be taking offers.
Oh, I have made slight infractions,
crossed the tracks and turned my head up stargazed.
Oh, I have made slight infractions,
crossed the tracks and turned my head up stargazed.
I've been a fool.
I've been a fool.
I've been a fool.
I've been a fool.
I've been a fool.
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4. |
Stars
04:54
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Listen to me, these are not my words.
I'll write for hours if I might
tell you these things left unsaid.
I might tell you all the things left inside my head
but for now all of my, all of my stars are shining bright tonight.
All of my, all of my stars are shining bright tonight.
Listen to me, these are not my fears.
If I'm right, in an hour if I might
read you these things left unread.
I might tell you all the things left beside my bed
but for now all of my, all of my stars are shining bright tonight.
All of my, all of my stars are shining bright tonight.
All of my, all of my stars are shining bright tonight.
All of my, all of my stars are shining bright tonight.
All of my, all of my stars are shining bright tonight.
All of my, all of my stars are shining bright.
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Kevin Manning Music Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Kevin is a singer/songwriter from Philadelphia, PA and winner of the 2012 MilkBoy Open Mic Songwriter's Contest. His tunes are rustic and charming, with just the right amount of groove to them.
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