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The Lesson Learned
03:48
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Would you go to Helsinki
Would you go to St Paul
Nose to the stone
Back to the wall
Will you keep on running till you leave your dark behind?
Would you go to Las Vegas
Just to see the lights
Dinner for Breakfast
Champagne nights
So set your goals
Just to wait your turn
Tip your hat to the lesson learned
A tale of woe
As the skies grow grey
But you’ll be back for another day
Would you go to Columbus
Would you go to Hong Kong
A forest of lights
Lost in the throng
Will you keep on running till you leave your dark behind?
Would you go to the Missoula
Where the air flows free
Up at the summit
Down on your knees
You climbed your peak
And your lungs just burned
Tip your hat to the lesson learned
A tale of woe
As the skies grow grey
You’ll be back for another day
Would you go to the Arctic
Just to see the lights
It’s colder than hell
So wrap up tight
Will you keep on running till you leave your dark behind?
Could you go anywhere
And really want to be
Would you take the sights
You need to see
Guard your words
Till you sing your song
The heart is light till the day is long
A tale of woe
But the grays just fades
But you’ll be back for another day and you’ll stay.
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Jesus stole my cigarettes
He's probably trying to help
Me get myself together
Cuz I can't help myself
I looked under the front seat and
I looked under the dash
All I found is loose change
Old junk mail and ash
I think Jesus stole my cigarettes
I think Jesus stole my cigarettes
I know he knows I don't believe
Tho I sometimes shout his name
When the car I'm on the road behind
Is driving me insane.
I don't think that he thinks I'm lost
Just never found a light
After all, he stole my cigarettes
In the end he's probably right.
I think Jesus stole my cigarettes
I think Jesus stole my cigarettes
He knows it's been an awful day
He knows that I lack strength
He knows that they don't taste too good
And I'll end up smelling rank.
So Jesus stole my cigarettes
Just probably trying to help
Me get myself together
Cuz I can't help myself.
I think Jesus stole my cigarettes
I think Jesus stole my cigarettes
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The winter's come on gray and cool
Shadows lengthen from the flag pole at the school
The polling's over returns come in
We watch a country throw its future to the wind
I'm down here waiting for the winds to change
It's gotta come in time
I'll keep my eyes on the weather vane
You grab the bottle of wine
While I'm down here waiting for the world to end
Let's get drunk and sing the blues
Cuz I can't think of anyone I'd rather be with than you
So winter goes on News is read
From online papers drinking coffee warm in bed
And heads are shaken and belief is too
Till it's hard to imagine that we're anything but screwed
I'm down here waiting for the winds to change
It's gotta come in time
I'll keep my eyes on the weather vane
You grab the bottle of wine
While I'm down here waiting for the world to end
Let's get drunk and sing the blues
Cuz I can't think of anyone I'd rather be with than you
I'm down here waiting for the world to end
Just maybe not tonight
I'll pay the money to the old white men
And get ready for a fight
While I'm down here waiting for the world to change
Till it's shiny and it's new
I can't think of anyone I'd rather be with than you.
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You must believe that when I straighten my hat
And wash my brown jacket of stains
I dream of you there at the top of the stair
(Before I go out, I think of your pout)
Near the many islands of the James
Who long can you bear in the stultified air
As the cold weather comes with the rains
How long will you wait for that white garden gate
By the many islands of the James?
Well we are not young, we are not yet sung
But the moment must come just the same
Where all will be right from morning through night
Near the many islands of the James
Can you keep in mind through long creeping vines
Of time that it’s worth all the pain?
And nothing is lost no matter the cost
By the many islands of the James
The ocean is wide shores battered by tides
Where old men sell hopes for their gains
But you will keep safe from their scheming and hate
The many islands of the James
You must believe that when I straighten my hat
And put on that smile that I feign
I dream of you there at the top of the stair
Near the many islands of the James
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And you wonder do they care?
know you’re in the darkness
know you’re even there?
And the smoke stings in the eyes
Can’t find the breath to even beg or cry
And you wonder was it worth
The hours and a lifetime
The movements of the earth
As you follow them down
Searching for the way through into town
Can’t believe the solitude
Can’t believe the pain
Can’t believe there’s no one there that even knows your name
You’ll never understand it
And never know quite why
There were no goodnights and no goodbyes
If you could you scream out, what would you cry
Bodies of the fallen
Tangled up inside
Just here waiting by the train
moisture from the walls sounds like rain
You can’t believe this silence
Can’t accept this weight
Can’t believe the dark rich earth has sealed you to this fate
You’ll never understand it
And never feel its right
There were no goodnights and no goodbyes
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Listening (prelude)
00:31
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7. |
Listening to the Rain
03:57
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We faced up the hill full steam and the will
Loaded with men and with freight
To the night down the hole, that taker of souls
Sound, silence, and the weight.
Slow as you go to the earth below
Maybe we’ll rise back like grain
Slow as it seems in a long, sad dream
We’re just listening to the rain.
Steam rolls like tides. To keep hope alive
Feels like fight back the waves.
And one thing that’s for sure that there has to be more
Than here just sitting in this grave.
Slow as you go to the earth below
Maybe we’ll rise back like grain
Slow as it seems in a long, sad dream
We’re just listening to the rain.
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Ray Woodruff Richmond, Virginia
Songwriter. Guitarist. Instrumentalist. Visuals. Lost writer.
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