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Virgil ( Easy Go)
04:36
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Virgil came with white, golden hair
Folks didn't seem to care
And he showed me what it was for
A painted whore
Who couldn't ask for more
She could not speak
But she could hear you so well
She'll send you to hell
Or throw you down a well
With those white finger nails
Don't wanna go too far too soon, I know you
And I know she'll be comin' home soon
To my lagoon
Don't speak it too soon
How it comes to soon
Do not shoot 'til the whites of their eyes
Are silver studded lies
You derelict, you fine young swine
You really are a prize
A sight for sore eyes
A portal for to die
Easy come
Easy go
The people they don't know
The meaning of that statement
But oh if I die
I hope you try
And find out what that line meant
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2. |
Motorways
06:44
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I lace up my brand new shoes
Bright and early for the new
Takin' time and movin' slow
Like a dixie movie or late night show
And I'm alright with takin' you
Bound for love we cannot lose
I just can't deny, I don't even try
But you always seem to take me back
I get born and you go straight
Get along, and we'll say
Gettin' backs a cheap old way
To break my heart, so we'll stay
And I'm alright with phonographs
Takin' me back to the past
I just can't deny, every time I try
They always seem to take me back
And I lace up my brand new shoes
Walkin' miles, we can't lose
Come on now, It's not too far
We are a bit too scared
But I'm thinkin' 'bout the motorways instead
The intersecting lines still cross my head
And ceilings are design to block the sky
And you are who you are but who am I?
And you are who you are by what you said
You better find yourself before you're dead
'Cause time is all we've got until the end
So when I'm old enough, I guess we'll wed
But I'm thinkin' bout the motorways instead
The interstates at dawn still cross my head
And ceilings are designed to block the sky, by you and I
And you are who you are but who am I?
And you are who you are by what you've said
So when I'm gettin' old
When I'm breakin down
When I'm givin' up
We'll cut the sound
And If could take you back
If I could get you drunk
Maybe I'll find my own way
And take you back
I'm taken back
I'll take you back
I'm taken back
I'm taken back
I'm taken back
I'm taken back
I'll take you back
I'm taken back
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3. |
She Took My Hand
03:50
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Waitin' on the letter
Be she never came
She never came
She never came
And I would like to be a friend
Christmas cards and little things
And diamond rings
And little beads
I decide to give you
She came along
And she tied me away
Made my way 'cross the USA
For so long it seemed
Not to say that I was afraid
But I was afraid
She came along
and she stole everything I made
And half these things
I don't even like no more
I don't like 'em at all
I don't like 'em at all
Oh now,
She took my hand and she
Led me a way
She took my had and she
She lead me a'stray
She took my hand and she
She showed me where its at
Oh, she showed me where it's at
She took my hand and she
She took my hand and she
She took my hand and she
Led me away
She took my hand and she
She took my hand and she
She took my hand and she
She led me a'stray
She took my hand and she
She led me away
She took my hand and she
She led me a'stray
She took my hand and she
She showed me where its at
Aw, she showed me where it's at
She led me away
She led me a'stray
She showed me where it's at
She loved me today
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4. |
Places
03:29
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This just means for us
That we're sittin' on the bus
Thinkin' 'bout the places that we have been to
Driver brings us 'round
To locations on the ground
We're crawlin' Yes, we're crawlin' through today
A newborn baby's bawlin'
And the New York Times are crawlin'
Crawlin' through my motorcycle dreams
And this just means for us
That we're sittin' on the bus
Thinkin' bout the places that we have been to.
Lookin' at the faces
They're givin' me no kinda looks
But that's alright with me
A bus ride ain't to cheap now
The interstates for ramblers
And that's where I'll be with you
And I'm inclined to take you
And that's just what I'll do
This just means for us
That we're sittin' on the bus
Thinkin' 'bout the places that we have been to
If that trails to dusty
Or of your sedan's to rusty
Get on down to the avenue
And if the sky is fallin'
If the burden you are haulin'
Just won't stop or it won't go away
It just means for us
That we're sittin' on the bus
Thinkin' bout the places that we have been to
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5. |
Steady Loaded People
05:21
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I was a rambler, East of these hills
Sheddin' my straight-jacket roots
And steady-loaded people up on the ridge
Would wonder where I did roam
And I was a lover, set in my ways
But I couldn't be somebody's pet
And steady on the bottle, my future at large
In all ways consumed by the girls
Please find another way
I can't wait forever
Way-faring people do as they will
Searchin' for the ends of the world
While up in a steeple, the hunchback, he groans
It's rusted through and through
Please find another way
I can't wait forever
Down in the valley, no, it can't be the hills
The countryman plows his fields true
And the newspapers tell me what I should do
I should pack up and claim my estate
And someone on the bottle, once told me that truth
Is measured by shovels of dirt
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Amazing grace
See it in your face
Say your name
And say it with a smile
We'll go on for miles
Name a place
And we'll go out in style
Do it once a while
No disgrace
In bitterness and pain
Song remains the same
Of what we have to gain
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7. |
Took Our Cause
06:28
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You put me through a loop
Every time I try to talk to you
And what else can we do?
I'm inclined to ask you
It's not what I would chose
But I could stand the rain for you
And no one likes wet shoes
But it's been awful dry since June
They took our cause
And they turned it on us
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8. |
What Will Be
07:41
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I pick up the paper
There's nothin' there to read
Nothin' to live for
Nothin' for me
So I dust of my shoulder
Smile incapably
What you had given
Is alright with me
And I talk to strangers
And they talk to me
I walk to slowly
To where I need to be
And I called all my friends
But they're not home
I revel in what is unknown
Awe is inspired
When the lonely get tired
Are we rewired?
Where did you come from?
Where do you go?
What do you live for?
What do you know?
And you talk to strangers
But you don't talk to me
Still I'll always come runnin'
When you are in need
And I called all my friends
But they're not home
I revel in what is unknown
Awe is inspired
When the lonely are tired
Would you believe
that we're rewired
Awe it comes in like a ghost
Steadily born, but not a host
Places I've been
And faces I've drawn
Songs that just go
On and on
Li de de dai
De de dai
De de dai
Lai de de dai
Where you alone
When you were young?
Like when your cold
Without gloves
You can't rely
On the heat
To warm up your bones
You're not in first
But never last
You know how to learn
From the past
You're subtly strange
With a dash
Of silent refrain
Would you believe
It never was
La da da dai
Dai de de dai
You will go crazy
From the wind
That Howls in your brain
What will be forever was.
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Forestry Division Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
Forestry Division is an indie pop-rock band from Pittsburgh, PA, known for their catchy and melancholic sound influenced by Pink Floyd, Deerhunter, and My Morning Jacket. Led by songwriter and guitarist Andre Costello, the band also includes Matthew Fiorillo on bass, Sean Finn on drums, James Hart on keyboard and guitar, and Rich Stanley on guitar and keyboards. ... more
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