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Witness
05:32
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Ever since the caveman days
We’ve huddled round the campfire blaze
And told each other stories
To keep the dark at bay
Well I woke up tired and took a plane
Drove through hours in the pouring rain
I’m just passing through, you might not even know my name
But I’m living proof that nothing much has changed
Can I get a witness
Have mercy on my soul
I feel my burdens lifted
When many shoulders share the load
So let your little light shine
Let your little light shine
Can I get a witness
I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine
Well the traffic sucked and the drinks aren’t cheap
I could have stayed at home and watched TV
But that song of yours that’s in my head it got me through my week
And everybody here has got a story just like me
The darkness hasn’t gone away
And neither has the fear
There’s still a lot we have to say
And more we need to hear
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2. |
Again And Again
04:22
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Don’t bother writing this down it’s a common phrase
Everyone gives just to get a little more these days
Do as I do is a clue you seem to disallow
If actions spoke louder than words you’d be deaf by now
But minute after minute
Its feeling more infinite
And I feel it slip away
This feeling that I’m getting
Is getting more upsetting
And there’s nothing left to say
So if you want me to say I’m sorry
I’ll say I’m sorry
Again and again and again and again
As if a rose would smell bad by any other name
As if a picture was less important than the frame
Lets drop the pretense and I will gladly give my word
You take the pen and then I will take the duller sword
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3. |
Letting The Lions In
03:45
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Underneath the bigtop
The clowns have gone insane
They’re laughing at the shiny crowd
Hungry for some pain
The knives are thrown at spinning girls
The hypnotist forgets
The high wire walker’s doing flips
But doesn’t use a net
And I’m out in the spotlight
Holding a chair in my hand
Open the cage I’m ready
They’re letting the lions in
Letting the lions in
I didn’t want to see it
Didn’t want to know
What the bars were keeping out
And where the wild things go
The horses run around and round and round and round the ring
The trapeze flyer’s flailing
As the fat lady starts to sing
And I’m…
Step right up and take a seat
Everybody wants to see the freak (2x)
Step right up and take a seat
Everybody wants to
Everybody wants to
You know you want to
Cause I’m out in the spotlight
Holding my heart in my hand
Open the cage I’m ready
They’re letting the lions in
Letting the lions in
Letting the lions in….
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4. |
The Last One
03:52
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Its always the last shot
Least that’s what they say
I’ve been drinking too much
Got too much to do
Its always the last thought
That won’t go away
I’ve been saying a lot
Without thinking it through
My regrets all took a number
They’re standing patiently in line
I tell them it will never happen again
Until the next time
So fill my glass and shut the door
Keep me spinning cross the floor
Lets stay here in the sha la la la la
Tomorrow’s still so far away
And sorry’s for the light of day
The last one’s still another one away
It’s always the last dance
That changes your mind
I’ve been getting around
And making questionable friends
It’s always the last chance
That takes all your time
I’ve been burning my candles
At all of their ends
My regrets….
So fill…
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Why do I do it
When it’s all been done a hundred times before
Why do I do it
Can’t you hear me knocking
Knocking on the same old door
The world don’t need another song it’s true
But if I wrote another one for you
iI can’t be wrong if it makes you sing along
Cause it feels like the first time
Feels like the first time every time
It feels like the first time
Feels like the first time every time it’s true
I remember
Up in my room trying to tune out everything
I remember
Head in the speakers
And it felt like a secret they were singing to me
The world don’t need another song I know
But I catch that wave and baby here I go
So sing along I can feel it coming on
And it…
The world don’t need another song it’s true
But if I sing another one for you
It can’t be wrong if we sing it all night long
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6. |
Almost Home
04:14
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Rollin and a rollin and a rollin around
Rollin and a rollin around
Keep goin….
Everybody’s talking bout the tender touch
They’re talking bout the lion hand
Everybody’s talking bout the golden crutch
And the crooked line in the sand
Everybody’s talking bout the wishing well
They’re talking bout the power of light
Everybody’s talking bout ringing a bell
Talking bout the second sight
I’m going home
Don’t you turn me cause I’m almost home (2x)
Everybody’s talking bout the dying breed
Talking bout the fountain of youth
Everybody’s talking bout the crying need
And they’re talking bout the seeds of truth
Everybody’s talking bout the son of God
And they’re wondering if he’s wearing a wire
Everybody’s talking bout the frying pan
Everybody’s talking bout the fire
I’m going home…
Br:
Walking through the sun
Walking through the rain
Walking through the day and the night
Walking through the will
Walking through the way
Walking through the wrong and the right
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7. |
Hell Bent
03:33
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Well the days are getting colder
And the white wine turns to red
They’re closing up the windows
Putting blankets on the bed
But the engine won’t turn over
Something’s wrong with my machine
The road is out before me
As the red light turns to green
And I’m hell-bent on holding on
Yeah I’m hell-bent on holding on
Well the red light turns to green
I guess its really time to go
But the shotgun seat is empty
And you’re not answering your phone
The weathermen are nervous
Bout the never ending drought
But I’m gassing up the mower
As the green grass turns to brown
Cause I’m …
Someone left the front door open
Somehow orange leaves have blown in
Well the green grass turns to brown
I guess I’ll put this thing away
Guess there’s nothing more to tell you
Guess there’s nothing left to say
The sun is finally setting
As the day turns into night
Guess I’ll open another bottle
As my suntan turns to white
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8. |
Wake Up And Go To Sleep
04:15
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I’ve stopped looking into mirrors
I’ve stopped thinking in the future tense
There’s nobody here
Nothing to pull on or push against
It’s like floating in the lake
After midnight under summer stars
Staring out into space
Nothing but time to wonder why
Am I the dream or the dreamer
Wake up and go to sleep
Open eyes and sinking deeper
Wake up and go to sleep
I don’t need to check the calendar
Day after day is white as snow
No before or after
No one to meet, nowhere to go
Maybe everything’s impermanent
And life was an illusion all along
Will it fade away
Like the last note of a fading song
Are we the dream or the dreamer
Wake up and go to sleep
Open eyes and sinking deeper
Wake up and go to sleep
Open eyes and sinking deeper
Wake up and go to sleep
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9. |
Light The Fuse
04:03
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You know how to set me off
Like I’ve been drinking Molotov’s
At this table set for two
Me and you
But lately I’ve just had enough
And even though we’re still in love
Baby I’ve got news for you
I’ve been laying charges too
Better close your eyes
Find a hole to hide in
Get ready, cause I’m ready
Gonna watch the show
Gonna let it go
Get ready, cause I’m ready
To light the fuse and run…
(she sings)
You’ve been planting fields of mines
I’ve tiptoed through a thousand times
But that’s just what we do
Me and you
But if we want to build it new
We have to break this wall in two
And hold each other through the blast
If we want to make it last
We better close our eyes
Find a hole to hide in
Get ready, cause I’m ready
We’re gonna watch the show
We’re gonna let it go
Get ready, cause I’m ready
To light the fuse and run….
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10. |
Little Things
02:44
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Little things you never do
Wishing you’d just confess
So I won’t have to obsess over
Little things you never do
Drivin me mad to think
That your love could be untrue
Little things you never do
Filling me with regret
Cause I’m getting so upset over
Little things you never do
Maybe you would if you
Saw it from my point of view
But you say…
There’s no reason cause I’m not leaving baby
No no I’d have told you by now
No no and there aren’t any other
Men who can give me that feeling anyhow
But all the little things you never say
Tryin to take it slow though I
couldn’t help but notice all the
Little things you never say
Drivin me mad to think
That your love could go away
Little things you never say
I know you laugh about
How I’m always pointing out all the
Little things you never say
Maybe you would if you
Could just see it more my way
But you say…
There’s no reason cause I’m not leaving baby
No no I’d have told you by now
No no and there aren’t very many
Men who can give me that feeling anyhow
Little ways you never grow
Very much anymore
Getting harder to ignore all the
Little ways you never grow
Baby I’m holding on
But you’re always letting go
Hey I’ve got my reasons you just don’t see em baby
Oh oh I guess I’m telling you now
Its true its true and I love every one of those
Men who can give me that feeling
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Dinty Child Cambridge, Massachusetts
Dinty Child is a longtime member of the Boston roots/folk scene. A fearless multi-instrumentalist, he can most often be seen with the band Session Americana, as well as the Chandler Travis Philharmonic, the unapologetically loud and grimy Catbirds, as sensitive sideman to any number of singer/songwriters, including, and even fronting the twenty piece party band, the Funky White Honkies. ... more
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