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El Camino
02:25
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I drive an El Camino
I’m lookin mighty good
I play a red Casino
And it sounds like the four-barrel under my hood
I come from New York City
Where people say I’m strange
I tell ya—it’s a pity
That I never seem to get far from more of the same
No, I can’t seem to get away from more of the same
Oh, baby, them coyotes are howlin
At the desert stars in flight
And, baby, I got these six gears growling
I’ll be halfway to Tucson before morning light
My radio keeps searchin
Through the static haze
Till I see you in person
I’ll be rolling up another one and counting the days
I’m gonna roll another number for counting the days
Oh, baby, them coyotes are howlin
At the desert stars in flight
And, baby, I got these six gears growling
I’ll be halfway to Tucson before morning light
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Skies of Avalon
03:17
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Here you are, lookin down at me
Try so hard but you can’t believe
That I’m just a singer—when will you understand?
When I fall and cry and kiss the cold sand?
As we slide through the mud when the rain falls down
And dance to the beat of this dusty town
Now, I’m lookin west where the sun has gone
As the moonlight fills the skies of Avalon
Through the glass sunsets fade in the sea
To that coastline I saw in my dreams
Still I’m a stranger, trying to get found
Cause I can’t go home and I won’t stay down
As we slide through the mud when the rain falls down
And dance to the beat of this dusty town
Now, I’m lookin west where the sun has gone
As the moonlight fills the skies of Avalon
No, you ain’t my salvation
But you can be my guiding light
It’s not the time for celebration
Just stand and fight for another night
As we slide through the mud when the rain falls down
And dance to the beat of this dusty town
Now, I’m lookin west where the sun has gone
As the moonlight fills the skies of Avalon
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You Gonna Be
03:49
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I told you before
Get it straight, or I’ll walk out that door
You know what’s more?
Havin sunlight—not cold on my pores
You gonna be—what you wanna be—every night again
You gonna be with your friends
You gonna be—what you wanna be—outta sight again
You gonna be with your brand
You told me stay
For just one look, but I saw you look away
Now I’m countin the days
And the promises you’ll get to break
You gonna be—what you wanna be—every night again
You gonna be with your friends
You gonna be—what you wanna be—outta sight again
You gonna be with your brand
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Halfway to Spain
04:10
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Breaking waves throw a salty mist to the warm Riviera sun
For forty days, now, and forty nights, not a drop of rain has come
Lookin down from my hillside throne over a glistening sheet of blue
Off in the distance a hazy sky comes to shroud the afternoon
On a clear day you can see halfway to Spain
Make you want to jump on a southbound train
And head down to where they don’t know you at all
For the kind of gambling where you will rise or you’ll fall
So they take you to meet the gypsy, up through the canyon road
Where he’s home making cigarettes, dressed in day-old hipster clothes
I can tell when I see his eyes that he’s wise beyond his age
There’s a darkness, another side, deep within those pools of jade
On a clear day you can see halfway to Spain
Make you want to jump on a southbound train
And head down to where they don’t know you at all
For the kind of gambling where you will rise or you’ll fall
But it’s only for you…only for you
I’m fallin for you…I’m fallin for you!
I wanna dance like a wild poet in the loose grip of LA
But I can’t take all the pounding music cause my nerve endings are frayed
What little left that I had to give, well, the whiskey rhymed away
With all my luck, but I keep on searchin from behind these mirrored shades
On a clear day you can see halfway to Spain
Make you want to jump on a southbound train
And head down to where they don’t know you at all
For the kind of gambling where you will rise or you’ll fall
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Angels Were Callin
03:46
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When I knock on your window tonight
To sing you one last lullaby
I have more regrets
Than I care to confess
But I’m still alive
Open your eyes
Open your eyes
I thought angels were callin’
Turns out hammers of hell were fallin’ on me
For fallin’ for you
I made a lot of mistakes, but I
But I never saw you hittin’ the breaks on me
For tellin’ the truth
Love’s revolving door
Ain’t worth fighting for
When you were mine you were fine, but you ain’t worth a dime no more
Come on sister, tell me what you’ve found
A lot of good men have gone down
But now that I’m free
Baby, stay away from me
You burn me out
I’m burnin now
I'm burnin now
I thought angels were callin’
Turns out hammers of hell were fallin’ on me
For fallin’ for you
I made a lot of mistakes, but I
But I never saw you hittin’ the breaks on me
For tellin’ the truth
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Today You're a King
02:45
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Give away everything
Cause today you’re a king
Tomorrow don’t mean a thing
Cause today, baby, you’re a king
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Sunrise Suite
04:10
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I think of your lips like that first peach of summer
I been rollin like thunder at the thought of the taste
There’s no point waiting to be happy in heaven
Cause if you’re mistaken, that’s a little too late
Gettin stoned out
Gettin loaned out
And I can’t stay…
No I can’t stay here
Give away no more tears
No, I can’t spend one more cold night alone
Baby you’re like the sunrise
Spreading light on a dark sky
And when I see your green eyes I’ll be home
I drank and I smoked some, but I ain’t escaping
I been locked in the basement watchin shadows on the wall
Dreamed of you last night when our song was playing
But the organ’s fading, now, and that says it all
Gettin stoned out
Gettin loaned out
And I can’t stay…
No I can’t stay here
Give away no more tears
No, I can’t spend one more cold night alone
Baby you’re like the sunrise
Spreading light on a dark sky
And when I see your green eyes I’ll be home
Now I hear the birds circling out on the coast road
Feel the warmth of your skin in the cold ocean air
I’m pale and I’m tired, but my mind is on fire
Dreaming of you every night I’m not there
You bet me
This horse can’t run forever
Well babe, that bet is on
The midnight prince has finally left this town
Here’s hoping that the law won’t track him down
The smell of timber burning in the sky
We never had a chance to say goodbye
Now the desert wind blows through his hair, the valley sun’s reflecting square
In the silver hood of our gypsy Dodge, back on the road to Shangri-La
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Harvest
03:25
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Now the harvest’s coming
Sure as rivers to the sea
But where they want to take her
Well, I hope they don’t take me
Take me home—take me home
When I see you, reaching for the light
I’m gonna meet you when I’m on the other side
Don’t take me home
Run away from here my love
Now the harvest’s coming
Sure as rivers to the sea
But where they want to take her
Well, I hope they don’t take me
Take me home—take me home
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Captain's Child
02:13
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See my life pass by in a flash of light
I was young then, playin in the sand
All that time gone by in its silent flight
Still I just wanna hold my daddy’s hand
But I’m older now—cut my hair back from my shoulder
I help my brother when he’s down
For a captain’s child, himself not much a pilot
Needs to learn how to steer this ship aground
When those gale winds blew somewhere outside Havana
Your old leather jacket served me well
As the memory fades like the color from my jeans
I’ll never have to sail her by myself
But I’m older now—cut my hair back from my shoulder
I help my brother when he’s down
For a captain’s child, himself not much a pilot
Needs to learn how to steer this ship aground
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10. |
All Too Soon
04:48
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I had it all too soon
I had it all too soon
And I’m counting on you to pull me through
I had it all too soon
These days my heart is like an ocean
Where I can hardly spot the land
No place to hide from this emotion
Oh, baby, ain’t the good life grand
I’m feelin nickeled and dimed all the time…all the time
This old world ain’t so kind, but I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.
The midnight prince has lost his kingdom
A journeyman without a home
And everyone I try to talk to
They only understand me when I’m stoned
I’m feelin nickeled and dimed all the time…all the time
This old world ain’t so kind, but I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.
As long as I can sing I’ll be OK, so don’t waste a crying towel
Cause I’m alive as I can be today, if a little past my prime
I had it all too soon
I had it all too soon to pull me through
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The Northern Lights
03:23
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It’s the morning, baby, of another sleepless night
Came north for cold and quiet, but something here just ain’t right
This ain’t my home now
This ain’t my home no more
My daddy never taught me how to look and act so fine
With all my mamma bought me, still her only son don’t shine
Take me back there
I have seen the Northern Lights
Reflecting like a thousand fists of fire
Into my wild eyes
I’ve heard one lonely voice become a choir
That sun is strong—child, it makes your skin turn brown
But the LA woman—she is sure to bring you down
I won’t forget you
I’ll never forget you
I have seen the Northern Lights
Reflecting like a thousand fists of fire
Into my wild eyes
I’ve heard one lonely voice become a choir
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12. |
Further Up the Mountain
03:34
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Until we’re further up the mountain, we won’t know which way to climb
Lookin down into the valley, seeing what we left behind
The gypsy pours a glass of sweet wine—it goes coursing through my veins
To warm me as I leave the campsite, this time to ramble in the rain
So, come on, let’s go—before you say no
We'll move on up to San Francisco
And leave these demons for hippie dreamin’
The sun here’s gleaming, but it can’t help you now
And we all fall down
Well, we all fall down
Running from that concrete jungle, where I walked mean streets alone
I’ve come across the sands of Zuma—a paradise that’s not my home
Our skin is brown and fortune brighter, underneath this blood-red sky
But when your best is still uncertain, keep the horizon in your sights
So, come on, let’s go—before you say no
We'll move on up to San Francisco
And leave these demons for hippie dreamin’
The sun here’s gleaming, but it can’t help you now
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