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Standing On The Wings
03:54
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How could I have dreamed
Such an awful thing
You were standing on the wings
While I was piloting
There were mountains on my right
The runway’s out of sight
When i looked to you outside
You were hanging on for your life
Tried to open my eyes
Awake myself
Avoid catastrophe
I couldn’t read a single dial
I couldn’t understand a thing
How could I have dreamed
Such an awful thing
How will we survive
The airplane’s cruel nosedive
I tried to yell your name
But my voice was miles away
Tried to open my eyes
Awake myself
Avoid catastrophe
I couldn’t read a single dial
I couldn’t understand a thing
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Almost fell asleep hearing you weep, how?
Come back to bed, come rest your head on me
Is there something inside I don’t understand
If it’s deep within me where then does it end
Price on my head, you sure know how make a scene
Tar on my breath, you cut open my chest to see
Is there’s something inside you don’t understand
Taboo magazine I settle in to make believe
Can I be cured of my design, freed from adolescent crimes
Is there something inside I don’t understand
If it’s deep within me where then does it end
Last week as the waves rolled in
All this talk was inconceivable
Facing you as your trust wore thin
I heard your voice begin to tremble
I kept my cards under the table
The love you long for always unattainable
I never gave you an answer when you asked me
“Why?”
Sweater of lead, I thought of her instead, why?
She showed me her spark, I met her at the park, why?
Is there something inside I don’t understand
If it’s deep within me where then does it end
Lost in a thought I can’t explain
Was I born like this, with a secret wish
Down by the locks I feel you curl
Around me like a climbing vine
Around me like a climbing vine
I’d lift the veil if I were able
To find a way out of the same old tired questions
Endlessly debatable
I never gave you an answer when you asked me
“Why?”
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Saw Lorraine
02:44
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I saw Lorraine walking past the Safeway
With her swing top lemonade
Reminds me of a book she mentioned to me that summer
Still haven’t read it yet
An ever growing list, a mind that loves to wander
They passed a law, a dirty piece of legislation
When I missed your call, a painful kind of intervention
Succumb to folly
Crazy for telling you that I’m still the same way
I’m always on the verge of trying to making it better
This time
I’m on the verge, i want to make it better
I saw the game televised an hour later
They’re running down the clock
I lost a job for something better
I loved your body better than I loved my own
It’s all the same thing though, working for somebody else
Outside there’s smoke again, flames beyond the mall skyline
Now I’m running to convince you
No matter how I try, I know there’s no getting to you
I came upon a stretch of unforgiving highway
Stuck for miles and miles yet I smile
Because the good lord gave me you
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I'm Ready To Receive
04:29
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Looking hard to find my place in what may come to be
What will you choose for yourself and thus for me
In time can I accept the influence you wield
Wherever we land, I don’t want it to be news to me
I spoiled you, I gave away my trust
I never learned to keep it close, never had a reason good enough
Still I resist you
It takes everything I’ve got
I won’t buckle under pressure, I’m not some loyal dog
I don’t want to hide away from you
Retreat into solitude
How do I take a step in your direction
I don’t want to feel right again
I want to sit with the things you said
Make my way back to pure emotion
I feel ready for a change
There’s something gentle in your way
I heard the call of a memory but you pulled me back right in time
When I shut you out I can’t find my own way back
All I want to do is spite you and satisfy my pride
I want to find out, I want to be convinced
That there’s something to discover, there’s something that I missed
Wherever you land I want it to be near me
So keep my ear close, I’m ready to receive
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In The Midnight Hour
03:17
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Take this handful of quarters and play a round or two
Many eyes could revel in the pinball machine and you
I’ve been chasing this feeling
And I think you have, too
The cling and clang of Belltown bars
Songs from 2002
And if I’ve been prudent
It’s so we can take our time
Up and down the same street twice
Your hand stuck in mine
The clock strikes twelve, it’s the moment to start anew
I hate the sound of most things
The screaming kids, the news
I take good care to clear my head
And make it okay for you
When you took me out dancing
Then you fixed me a meal
Darling i’ll be damned if this ain’t
The best night I’ve had in years
When we met I was slowly learning to twist and bend the truth
Up and down your block again, you offer I don’t refuse
And though you’re bound to discover what I’m hoping to keep from you
Until that day comes, I’ll be here next to you
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Heavyweights In The Ring
05:03
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Family
02:13
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Honest To God
05:03
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Guess I'm In A Mood
02:19
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Ronan Delisle recommends:
Spirit Grows, Spirit Shakes
by JM Fodder
jesse is a constant source of inspiration to me and his music his ear for texture, melody, and timing is evident in this music.
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Greg has a singular vocabulary on saxophone and EWI, his music strikes me as a mix of Blade Runner and Mahler. Have yourself a listen.
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