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Rattle
04:44
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It’s cold, and your love’s still got me on hold
My palms are sweaty, my heart is beating slow
In the hours after dark, I can’t bring myself to start
I’m lost and wishing that I could see you
Your love, your love was calling my name
Some things change and some things stay the same
In the middle of the road, that’s where I lost control
So now I’m here just waiting in the rain
And all the walls we built, they’ll rise and fall
Cuz the sound of your voice will rattle
Through my eardrums for the rest of my life
Out in the bars and the dimly lit halls where I’ll stumble all throughout the night
I didn’t think it could get better
Till you leaned in to give me a kiss
I didn’t think it could get any better than this
The night, the night grows cold and dark
I can still hear the rhythm of your beating heart
We could never tell but it still hurt like hell
When we hurt each other we always hurt ourselves
All the love I had, I gave it all
I can still hear you calling my name
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Between The Lines
04:01
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Water's Edge
03:30
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You fell asleep by the water’s edge
You can close your eyes but you can’t play dead
There’s something in those words you wrote that tells me you’re really listening
You feel alright when the winter’s gone
The spring arrived but it won’t stay long
It’s like a dove from up above
When it’s you i’m missing
Darling, you can count on me
And i know it’s hard to believe
Cause you’re cold and you’re tired
And your house was lit on fire
But there’s nothing in this town you want to leave
You can have your pie, you can eat it too
But America put a spell on you
The plurality of morality hides inside your suitcase
You can take your check, you can take your pills
I always promise to pay your bills
I left tonight to climb the heights and smell your toothpaste
I went down to the county store
I see the birds, I see the bees, you spilt the honey on the floor
And no, I can’t hardly wait
Till I see you in the sun it will be one year to the day
And I can’t hardly wait
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Portraits
04:27
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I never feel better when we aren’t together
You make me want to go back to bed
I stare at the ceiling, and you know what i’m feeling
You live in the visions in my head
Sometimes I paint pictures in my sleep
Portraits of you lying next to me
That’s how I’ve always wanted it to be
Never on my own
Sometimes my eyes play tricks on me
They’re closed but they see what they want to see
You are still there even when you leave
And i’m alone
Sleep is for artists that don’t know what to start with
I gave away my tattered dreams
I thought I was blinded, but it’s been decided
The world is not what it seems
And here, in the light
With a silver plane above
I see the moon, I see the stars
I see a flight of never ending stairs
Circling around a vantage point
I never want to look down
And learn where we are
The world is so dark and deep
So I need you to hold on tight to me
You need to tell me what I will believe
That I’m not alone
We’re twisted in and in-between
So far from the land and from the sea
So take hold of me and we’ll float down stream
Away from home
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Gin In My Coffee
05:13
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Well this always felt like home
This little town with bricks laid down with stone
And since you left, I've got nowhere to go
I guess I'll go to Jake's after it's done
We used to laugh, we used to walk these lonely streets
With too many people, and too many places to eat
Those lonely towers were staring down in shame
Since you left me waiting in the rain
And I said, "Don't go"
You said that I don't know "all the awful things that I've been going through"
I'll always remember the day
I'll always remember the favor you asked me
I lost my lunch on the street
I must have put too much gin in my coffee
Did you really mean what you said?
Did you really mean what you said to Mary?
I'll always remember the songs
I'll always remember the songs we were singing
Do you remember laying on the roof
Of our friends' apartment with nothing left to prove?
Those wonder years were gone before we knew
Even after I punched through the window
But we spend days in a drunken haze
And we never came up with the right words to say
I said, "Don't go"
You said that I dont know "all the awful shit that I've been going through"
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Wax Nostalgic
05:12
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The Tisburys Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Philadelphia Indie Rock; new album, EXILE ON MAIN STREET out now.
contact: thetisburys@gmail.com
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