1. |
Black Hole Sun
04:12
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In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Hides the face
Lies the snake
The sun in my disgrace
Boiling heat
Summer stench
Neath the black, the sky looks dead
Call my name
Through the cream
And I'll hear you scream again
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind, tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
Sometimes, far too long for snakes
In my shoes
Walking sleep
In my youth, I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings like you anymore
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
In my eyes
Indisposed
In disguises no one knows
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain?
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Won't you come
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
Black hole sun
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
(Black hole sun, black hole sun)
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2. |
Brand New Good Old Days
02:47
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These days I seem to do a lot of dreaming
I’ve forgotten all my scheming
Just try to be in the here and now
These days full of evermore distraction
I can find my satisfaction
In the faces of these good friends all around
These are the brand new good old days
My used to was got stuck way back in yesterday
It’s never more now than it is today
These are the brand new good old days
These days we won’t be getting any younger
And before time takes us under
I’m living big every minute of every day
These days I don’t think about tomorrow
‘Cause the time just can’t be borrowed
And tomorrow just turned to yesterday
These are the brand new good old days
That used to was is stuck back in yesterday
It’s never more now than it is today
These are the brand new good old days
These are the brand new good old days
My used to was is stuck way on back in yesterday
It’s never more now than it is today
These are the brand new good old days
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3. |
Category Stomp
02:59
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Now you put your right foot on the left
And you bring your left food down
With your hand in your pocket and your chin up high
You turn about half way 'round
Now don’t do the double shuffle or the Jackson's drag
Cause you might be movin' in an un-hip bag
It’s a folk-country-disco tech-soft-rock-contemporary-abstract-expressionism-wordmovie-
flower-power-hard-driving-neo-bluegrass-stoned-billy-dirty-boogie-freak-downcoming-
on-jellybean-psychedelic stomp
Now you spread your knees and dance on your toes
And cross you finger on the end of your nose
Then drag your elbows down on the floor
And turn a somersault and then you do it once more
And then back in the middle with a Do-si-do
But a little more "si" and a little less "do."
Down on your belly with your knees up tight
And you roll out the door until you plumb out of sight
Well you put your right foot on your left
And you bring your left food down
With your hand in your pocket and your chin up high
You turn about half way 'round
You don't do the double shuffle or the Jackson's drag
You might be movin' in an un-hip bag
It's a folk-country-disco tech-soft-rock-contemporary-abstract-expressionism-wordmovie-
flower-power-hard-driving-neo-bluegrass-stoned-billy-dirty-boogie-freak-downcoming-
on-jellybean-psychedelic stomp
It's a folk-country-disco tech-soft-rock-contemporary-abstract-expressionism-wordmovie-
flower-power-hard-driving-neo-bluegrass-stoned-billy-dirty-boogie-freak-downcoming-
on-jellybean-psychedelic stomp
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4. |
Flyin' at Night
04:13
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Flying at night
The city lights shining down below
On a midnight flight
Heading down south to Mexico
I don’t know why I feel this way every time I have to go
Flying at night
Thunderstorm raging outside the window
Higher than a kite
Lightning putting on a stellar show
Yesterday’s gone and tomorrow never knows
Flying at night
Full moon rising in a velvet sky
Feeling alright watching the silver clouds roll by
My mind is wandering like a bird up in the sky
In my mind I think about
The life I left behind
Trying to find just where this plane is flying
Oh, flying
Flying at night
Visions of you dancing in my head
What a beautiful sight
The morning sun rising up ahead
The stars are shining, hell, the moon is turning red
Flying at night
The city lights shining down below
On a midnight flight
Heading down south to Mexico
I don’t know why I feel this way every time I have to go
I don’t know why I feel this way every time I have to go
Oh, have to go
Flying at night
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5. |
Left Unsung
03:56
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Might ave been ’86, both of us kids near the city
Midwest, flatlands, suburbia felt like such a pity
I was jazz band, you were theater class
How were we to know it would end in such a mess?
Champaign, Monkey House, radio, music and the rain
Home-brewin’, growin’ in the closet but we didn’t see the pain
Saw you find that mandolin
Now we all hear that were never gonna see it again
No new songs to sing
Or highways left to ride
No more good times with your friends
'Cause you’re on the other side
No new melodies
Or trips around the sun
But we’ll all be here
To write the songs you left unsung
East cost, West coast, mountaintops brought you to the middle
Making up a life and a sound, you were dancing to the fiddle
Of a Hartford tune on a sunny day
Your time in the light before it all went grey
No new songs to sing
Or highways left to ride
No more good times with your friends
'Cause you’re on the other side
No new melodies
Or trips around the sun
But we’ll all be here
To write the songs you left unsung
No new songs to sing
Or highways left to ride
No more good times with your friends
'Cause you’re on the other side
No new melodies
Or trips around the sun
But we’ll all be here
To write the songs you left unsung
Yeah we’ll all be here to write the songs you left unsung
Yeah we’ll all be here to write the songs you left unsung
(Songs you left unsung, songs you left unsung)
(Songs you left unsung, songs you left unsung)
Yeah we’ll all be here to write the songs you left unsung
All be here to write the songs you left unsung
All be here to write the songs you left unsung
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6. |
Boogie Grass Band
02:52
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There's a new kind of music going round
It's known as the boogie grass sound
So grab your partner and swing her around
And dance to the boogie grass sound
I love to hear Bill sing about Kentucky
And the Allman Brother's 'Rambling Man'
We pulled the music all together
So dance to the boogie grass band
Well my daddy played the banjo and saws the fiddle too
And taught me how to sing and play for you
I got bluegrass in my soul and rhythm in my feet
And dance to the boogie grass beat
I love to hear Bill sing about Kentucky
And the Allman Brother's 'Rambling Man'
We pulled the music all together
So dance to the boogie grass band
There's a new kind of music going round
It's known as the boogie grass sound
So grab your partner and swing her around
And dance to the boogie grass sound
I love to hear Bill sing about Kentucky
And the Allman Brother's 'Rambling Man'
We pulled the music all together
So dance to the boogie grass band
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7. |
Red Fox Run
04:04
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Run red fox run, run red fox run
Run red fox run, there's a man with a gun
Red fox run
Gun totin' man, gun totin' man
That gun totin' man, he don't care about this land, just gun in hand
Well, he'll chase you through the church house and the schoolyard
He'll snipe you down from half a mile away
He hides behind an automatic rifle
These tools of war, no place in modern day
Run red fox run, run red fox run
Run red fox run, there's a man with a gun
Red fox run
There ain't nowhere to run, there ain't nowhere to hide
There ain't nowhere to run, you can't hide from a gun
Nowhere to run
Well, they say it is their right, the freedom to bear arms
But the founding fathers never saw it causing so much harm
How many more children have to die before we say
It's time to go and put that gun away
Run red fox run, run red fox run
Run red fox run, there's a man with a gun
Red fox run
Well, thoughts and prayers to broken stares ain't helpin'
'Cause the country is owned by the NRA
When the fox is gone, we all move on, but just know
This was never about a red fox anyway
Run red fox run, run red fox run
Run red fox run, there's a man with a gun
Red fox run
Run red fox run, run red fox run
Run red fox run, there's a man with a gun
Red fox run
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8. |
Sunday
04:00
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On top those mountains as they cry
They're soaking up the sky
Sunday
A subtle river's flowing through
Never seen a night so blue
Sunday
Pours to the grounds where demons lurk
For breath in souls they search
Sunday
The roots of all their fears are drenched
Their thirst is briefly quenched
Sunday
Scrolling through the miles for life
Stormy Mondays always bright
Tryin’ to find the preacher's light
The rye is loud tonight
Sunday
Over the shadows a forest spills
A ghost over her hills
Sunday
Those hollow eyes leave not a spare
Of life within the air
Sunday
Deserted tracks please save the day
Eliminate this space
Someday
Shut out these sights, I'm afraid to breathe
New life between these leaves
Scrolling through the miles for life
Stormy Mondays always bright
Tryin’ to find the preacher's light
The rye is loud tonight
On top those mountains as they cry
They're soaking up the sky
Sunday
A subtle river's flowing through
Never seen a night so blue
Sunday
Scrolling through the miles for life
Stormy Mondays always bright
Tryin’ to find the preacher's light
The rye is loud tonight
On Sunday
On Sunday
Sunday
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9. |
Waterfront
04:50
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Down on the waterfront
The sun is sinking low
The harbor lights are shining across the bay
There’s a sea breeze blowing across my face
As the ocean waves carry me away
Carry me away
Down on the water front
The boats are sailing by the seagulls are circling
I can hear them cry
Time is standing still
As I leave this world behind
Leave this world behind
Will you wait for me
As I sail out to sea
We will be free
Eventually
Down on the waterfront
Got nowhere to go
There’s a lighthouse
Shining out on the reach
Sometimes it’s hard to know watching the waves
Crashing down on the beach
Crashing down on the beach
Will you wait for me (Will you wait for me)
As I sail out to sea (As I sail out to sea)
We will be free (We will be free)
Eventually (Eventually)
We will be free
We will be free
We will be free
We will be free
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10. |
We'll Get By
04:03
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Blue skies in the morning
Changed to stormy clouds last night
But the sun came back around
To shine down it's sweet light
We may never know
About tomorrow's skies
So take it as it comes
Somehow we'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
Feels like we're going under
We're at the end of our rope
So I'm staying up on this mountain
Trying to hold on to hope
It's insane down there below me
So I'm keeping myself high
Someday we'll get better
Somehow we'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
Two feet on the ground
Head up in the sky
The world is spinning round
Don't let it pass you by
We're living in a dream
No need to question why
Nothing's what it seems
Somehow we'll get
We'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
Well it's a wide wide world of trouble
Don't let it bring you down
Find some kind of bubble
Let your world spin round
You gotta find another vision
When you open up your eyes
See a new tomorrow
See that somehow we'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
Two feet on the ground
Head up in the sky
The world is changing fast
Don't let it pass you by
Live all that you dream
Let your spirit fly
Nothing's what it seems
Somehow we'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
We'll get by
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Leftover Salmon Boulder, Colorado
Leftover Salmon have been considered the architects of what has become known as “jamgrass,” and are a band that has continued through various musical fads to maintain a vibrant, relevant and influential voice in the music world. Over that time, their sound has grown and evolved while staying true to the roots and guiding spirit of the band’s founding members — Drew Emmitt and Vince Herman. ... more
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