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Song List
We are love, we are hate
We are the nites, we are the days
We are everything
We are beginning right up to the end
We are the stranger, we are the friend
We are everything
We are the mothers, we are the sons
We are forever old and young
We are everything
We are the sinners, we are te saints
We are the spirit, we are the chains
We are everything
We raise the living, we bury the dead
We take from battle and man, we are bled
We are everything
We live with the worst, we know what we see
We hear of the best and we believe it can be
But when it comes down to dust
I'm just glad it's not me
Yes, when it comes down to dust
I'm just glad it's not me
We are the glory, we are the song
We possess everything and still
We belong
We are everything
We are love, we are hate
We are the nites, we are the days
Pictures on my dresser
My childhoods embrace
I sit here in this lonely room
Hoping time could wait
Id hail a cab and fare my way on back to you
Flashing, dashing, crashing
My way back to you
But lonely rooms just grow dark
And then grow light again
Like this heart Ive carried all my life
Some heartaches never end
But some continue on somehow so sad
Seems each day Im casting shadows
Towards a memory Ill have
That I can walk on with
Please dont discover me
Cause if you do youll find a mind, my friend
Been burned out time and time again
On Romantic Poetry
Composed long ago
So God-damned long ago
I dont believe I could stand
To read that rhyme again
The television talks to me in technicolored tounges
Call me with your credit card and I'll sell you three for the price of one
With all my children dancing in the streets
The circle of devotion is complete
As you step into the night
Three ringed circus, drinks and games
You make a plan, you take a stand
Then you give the thing a name
And watch it grow up strong
Straight form the ground
First youll see the pictures
And then youll hear the sounds
That you can walk on with
Please dont discover me
Cause if you do youll find a mind, my friend
Been burned out time and time again
On Romantic Poetry
Composed long ago
So very God-damned long ago
I dont believe I could stand
To sing my rhymes again.
Seems theres nothing left to say
But the words go on forever
Like the roads that go
Yet no one knows
Just which one leads to heaven
So you pick a path and then you say goodbye
Kiss your friends and then you wipe your eyes
And as the journey ventures forth
You cross another faces
You find some time
You steal some lines
And then you find a place
And the road just wonders on along alone
Seems the sweetest of the heavens
Are the ones we leave unknown
That you can walk on with
Please dont discover me
Cause if you do youll find a mind, my friend
Been burned out time and time again
On Romantic Poetry
Composed long ago
So very God-damned long ago
I dont believe I could stand
To live my rhymes again.
From a lawn chair in my backyard
I can see the Universe
Black as night with specks of white
Like redemption in reverse
Ice cold wine expands my mind
Black & white turns gray
And as I ponder further off
The band begins to play
Gandhi freed himself
My daddy said The Lord helps best
Those who try to help themselves
So I look to find the Dipper
The same as every night
And ponderin what steps to take
My mind begins to fly
This could be my
Could be my Watergate
But yet I know this could be my destiny
So I chose my plot lines carefully
I chose them like my friends
And that is when the ending of my story
Is betrayed
That is when the night becomes the day
On the day I die I will not cry
I will have no remorse
I will lay me into Gods good earth
And kiss the Universe
Good bye to all my grand designs
Good bye to all my friends
Good bye to all my backyard stories
Forever without end
Elizabeth come home tonight
Theres nothing left to do out on the road tonight
The Angels are calling
And the Demons turning grey
Your happy friends in the valley coffee shop
Cutting you tubes on their crappy laptops
Lizzy Bitts come on home today
I'll TXT till you reply
I gotta see the sparkles in your eyes
Elizabeth come on home
Yeah-yeah-yeah
Argentina takes me back
To the Villanova nurse on the railroad tracks
Drinking Cordon Rouge and getting stoned
She asked me if Id like to twist
The words of my life as the train brakes hissed
EBH123 I did not know where to go
So I picked up my guitar and played
Just like yesterday
Profoundly
In an abstract way
Yeah-yeah-yeah
EBH come home tonight
Theres nothing left to do out on the road tonight
The Angels are calling
And the Demons turning grey
Your happy friends in the valley coffee shop
Cutting you tubes on their crappy laptops
Lizzy frizz come on home
Ill give you my guitar and teach you how to play
And you can re-write all your yesterdays
Profoundly
In an abstract way
Yeah-yeah-yeah
I was seventeen years old when my Daddy passed away
I was not ready for tomorrow
I wore my cleanest shirt, I brushed my hair and then I prayed,
Elizabeth, I was not ready for the sorrow
But these are the things that bring me memories
These things bring me memories
I remember playing games, busting both my balls
So many plays, so many ways to losing
But if I learned I lesson, I learned this lesson well
The ways to win are most times in the choosing
And these are the things that bring me memories
These things bring me memories
I once had a lover, made me feel like Kingdom come
Made me feel like Jesus in that A frame
But then the summer ended and my lover went away
I hitched a ride to Kenmore Square and I found another A frame
These are the things that bring me memories
These things bring me memories
As the circle comes to close and my days number down
My daughter's life in London has me thinking
Memory's nothing more and less than what it ever was
The future of my past is what I'm dreaming
Believe me
These are the things that bring me memories
These things bring me memories
I Can't believe that this is happening to me
Im spammin for love
Holding you above
All of the other emails I get
Daily
Im racking my brain
I wished I knew your name
Unitl then I will reply
To sender
It does not seem fair
Sting in my chair
I have the universe
And Im so lonely
I m up late at night
It just does not seem right
But I will keep my replies
To sender
I open emails everyday
I hope to read the words that say
I love you, Hopx6, I love you
But my heart taps its reply
My credit card gets denied
And I am left to wonder cyberspace.
Im spammin for love
Holding you above
All of the other emails I get
Daily
Im racking my brain
I wished I knew your name
Until then I will reply
To sender
I open emails everyday
I hope to read the words that say
I love you, Hopx6, I love you
But my heart taps its reply
My credit card gets denied
And I am left to wonder cyberspace.
Im spammin for love
Holding you above
All of the other emails I get
Daily
Im racking my brain
I wished I knew your name
Until then I will reply
To sender
You can't tell me nothing I ain't already heard
I know about the mocking bees and them bumblin' birds
But tell me, won't you tell me
What's the real dope on Love?
You cant show me nothing I aint already seen
My eyes are like two cameras for the people magazine
But tell me, won't you tell me
What's the real dope on Love?
They say that He took a rib right out of my side
To make the pretty little woman I absolutely idolize
But tell me, won't you tell me
What's the real dope on Love?
You cant think of nothing I aint already said
Ill gladly use your sofa if you aint got no bed
But tell me, won't you tell me
What's the real dope on Love?
They say that the apple was the root of it all
We tool one big bite; we got fashions for fall
But tell me, won't you tell me
What's the real dope on Love?
You can't tell me nothing I ain't already heard
I know about the mocking bees and them bumblin' birds
But tell me, won't you tell me
What's the real dope on Love?
(Recorded at Tak Hoi Ng Park, Taiwan)
Rain fell down upon an empty street
My shoes were filled with soaking feet
And when I heard the news I thought that a part of me had died
Five slugs pumped into a Craptown Hall
The Reaper's got some ugly ways to call
And when I heard the news, I thought that a part of me had died
But mansion pass and fortunes fall
And dreams of love expire
In the railway yard, beneath the bridge
Huddled 'round the fire
We all got dreams 'cause we've all got names
We've all got drugs 'cause we've all got pain
And we've all got something that makes us want the way back home again
And from our chairs we see lives re-lived
All bound for glory 'neath the shadow of a sin
And just one more before we open the door and we do it all over again
Yeah, but mansion pass and fortunes fall
And dreams of love expire
In the railway yard, beneath the bridge
Huddled 'round the fire
Listen to the wind, it sounds so sweet
Set like a poem, singing thru the trees
And all you've been is there coming back to BU again
So stand, good David, to the whistle of the train
Just like the wind, her message is the same
And when you hear the news, you'll know that a part of you has died
And mansion pass and fortunes fall
And dreams of love expire
In the railway yard, beneath the bridge
Huddled 'round the fire
Said when she left she wasn't going to second guess Her reasons for leaving Said when she left she wasn't going to second best Herself into grieving Said she felt she'd been in love too long Said she felt she did not belong Said she was heading home for the summer Said when she left she was sick to death Of all of the poetry you wrote to her Said when she left she was sick to death Of all of the promises you broke on her Said she felt she'd been in love too long Said she felt she did not belong Said she was heading home for the summer Said when she left she wasn't going to second guess Her reasons for leaving Said when she left she wasn't going to second best Herself into grieving Said she felt she'd been in love too long Said she felt she did not belong Said she was heading home for the summer
May the road rise up to meet you, my friend
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
The rains fall soft upon your fields
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand
May the embers in your fires ever glow
May the river keep her distance from your door
May your pocket always have a coin to spend
And always do your drinking with a friend
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand
May you keep your wits about you till the end
May the joys of your first heartbeat throb again
May your last days be as happy as your first
And your words live on forever in your verse
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand
And until we meet again
May God hold you in the hollow of his hand
And until we meet again