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You Can Have My Heart
05:06
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Well I don’t have much to offer
In fact I’m pretty broke
But you’re the part of me that’s missing
The punch line to my favourite joke
Well I know that I messed up the last time
You messed up the time before that
Let’s put the past behind us
Come on honey, take me back
If you’re looking for a man
With a five year plan
Well I don’t look that far ahead
But you can have this here heart instead
You can have my heart
You’re welcome to it
It’s been scuffed like these old shoes
Been round the block a time or two
Well I know I can make you happy
Like I should’ve done from the start
You can’t have everything you want
But you can have my heart
Well I’m just an old romantic
Been waiting round for hours
With a bottle of wine in one hand
And a bunch of forecourt flowers
The rain falling on the rooftop
Taps out its sad refrain
Well I’ve heard this tune so many times
That it’s burned into my brain
I’m just asking for your hand
I think we’ll do just fine
We’ve both had too much messing around and we’re running out of time
But you can have this here heart if you like
You can have my heart
You’re welcome to it
It’s been scuffed like these old shoes
Been round the block a time or two
Well I know I can make you happy
Like I should’ve done from the start
You can’t have everything you want
But you can have my heart
And I’ve been waiting round for nothing
With this rain filling up my shoes
I’ve been waiting round for nothing
You can’t win
I can’t win
Well, I can’t lose
You can have my heart
You’re welcome to it
It’s been scuffed like these old shoes
Been round the block a time or two
Well I know I can make you happy
Like I should’ve done from the start
You can’t have everything you want
But you can have my heart
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2. |
Ballad Of Jayne
05:18
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She was always something special
A diamond shining bright in the rain
Everybody dreams of angels
No one would ever know
How much I love you so
Now it all seems funny, kinda like a dream
Things ain’t always what they seem
What a shame, what happened to Jayne
You were always on my mind
Child like summer days in the sun
Slowly my wishes turned to sadness
Time don’t heal a broken gun
I wish I’d never let you go
Even now I just want you to know
That it all seems funny, kinda like a dream
Things ain’t always what they seem
What a shame, what happened to Jayne
Now she’s breaking hearts in heaven
Shining bright in the sky
I still hear her voice in the wind
I still think of you in the night
Well I guess you’ll never know
How much I need her so
Now it all seems funny, kinda like a dream
Things ain’t always what they seem
What a shame, what happened to Jayne
Now it all seems funny, kinda like a dream
Things ain’t always what they seem
What a shame, what happened to Jayne
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Snowflake
02:57
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They took me in the 60s
Back to their city by the sea
Left my mother and my brothers dead
In their Spanish colony
Some say I cost a fortune
Not a lot in modern times
But they’d queue all day to see me
Kids and adults, stood in line
Maybe one day you’ll see
You could all be orphans just like me
And I hope you understand
That your dreams can disappear like a snowflake in your hands
They probed and studied endlessly
Quite why I’ll never understand
I didn’t want to be part of
Some fascist propaganda plan
They put my face on postcards
And on the front of magazines
On every map and tourist trap
Even on the silver screen
Maybe one day you’ll see
You could all be orphans just like me
And I hope you understand
That your dreams can disappear like a snowflake in your hands
Maybe one day you’ll see
You could all be orphans just like me
And I hope you understand
That your dreams can disappear like a snowflake in your hands
And though I might be different
Your people paid their hard earned money
Just for a glimpse of me
And when I’m gone I hope you will remember
There may be others out there just like me
And when I’m gone I hope you will remember
There may be others out there just like me
I hope you can see…
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4. |
Thunder In The Valley
06:53
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As the sun grew hot
We knew it was time to stop
So we took that room in the old railway hotel
You and I were there
Sat in rocking chairs
Taking in the high sierra air
As the sun came up
The top went down
And we drove amongst the giant trees
As we descended
The road it bended
Took us past the meadow to the trailhead
We climbed those endless steps
To the top of Nevada Falls
And I’d never felt this high before
And the beating of our hearts
Sounded like the thunder in the valley
You could hear it for miles and miles and miles and miles around
We got soaked to the skin
Swear I’d never felt so alive
And I was so wet that I couldn’t light my cigarette
Just stood under the awning
Watching the rain
And you said let’s drive, let’s just drive
We climbed those endless steps
To the top of Nevada Falls
And I’d never felt this high before
And the beating of our hearts
Sounded like the thunder in the valley
You could hear it for miles and miles and miles and miles around
And the beating of our hearts
Sounded like the thunder in the valley
You could hear it for miles and miles and miles and miles around
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5. |
El Prado
02:35
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6. |
48 Hours
03:32
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Watching through the window of a Greyhound bus
At some strange guy doing yoga in Reno
Should’ve thought twice about the Prince’s advice
Take the bus he said but man what does he know?
48 hours, it’s only two days of my life
Saved a couple of dollars thought a window seat would be nice
Let me take this tale back a day or two
Got the call we had to meet in Chicago
Ditched the Amtrak option without a word of caution
Left the sunny streets of San Francisco
48 hours, it’s just two days of my life
Thought I might meet some folks along for the ride
Now it’s half way through day one
And I’m trying to avoid talking to the over-friendly guy in the seat next to me
(I think he likes me)
Now I’m reading this borrowed western
And my walkman’s playing steel guitar
Next time I’m going down this road swear I’ll rent a car
Stopped somewhere in Utah thought I might as well get high
At least I might sleep if I’m stoned
The woman on crack from the seat near the back
Left her kids on the bus all alone
48 hours, it’s just two days of my life
Say you’ll be there when I arrive
Now it’s half way through day two
And I’m trying to avoid talking to the over-friendly guy in the seat next to me
(I think he likes me)
Now I’m reading this airport thriller
And my walkman’s playing steel guitar
Next time I’m going down this road swear I’ll rent a car
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7. |
Gil
07:18
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Born in St Paul, Minnesota in 1914
Gil eloped with Janet Cummins, still only 19
He majored in architecture at university
But he took to painting ‘cos that’s what he wanted to be
Moved to Chicago in ’34, that’s when the story starts
He enrolled in day and night class at the Academy of Art
Mosby taught him everything he needed to know
Moved back to St Paul in ’36, he opened a studio
Gil got his big break over the next four or five years
Painting calendar girl after calendar girl for Louis F. Dow
He captured the heart of the average American Joe
After the war he started working for Brown & Bigelow
Man he’d paint them, pretty women
They’d send ‘em to the GI’s overseas
The flyboys’d use them on their nose art
Advertisers used them to sell tires & beer
Advertisers used them to sell tires & beer
Man he’d paint them, pretty women
They’d send ‘em to the GI’s overseas
The flyboys’d use them on their nose art
Advertisers used them to sell tires & beer
Advertisers used them to sell tires & beer
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8. |
All That I Want
05:58
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I need something new
To help me move on without you
Cos I hear you’re doing fine
At least you got me off your mind
Your news hit hard
No real surprise it was on the cards
This hand that I’ve been dealt
Feels like a punch below the belt
And these last months
I’ve been blaming myself
And it’s bad for my heart
And it’s bad for my health
I’m on a non-stop roundabout
Tearing my hair out
When all I want is just some semblance of the life we had
You’re all that I want
You’re all that I want
Now summer’s here
The sun should help to dry these tears
I hope the clouds will stay away
Carry the rain to another state
I can run for miles
It’s nice down here by the canal
The rain spatters off of the path and into my eyes
I feel content for a little while
And these last months
I’ve been blaming myself
And it’s bad for my heart
And it’s bad for my health
I’m on a non-stop roundabout
Tearing my hair out
When all I want is just some semblance of the life we had
You’re all that I want
You’re all that I want
You’re all that I want
You’re all that I want
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9. |
Nelly
02:13
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Oh Nelly my love
I’m writing you this letter
One day when things are better
You can write me back
Though I can’t see you
Swear I can reach you
‘Cos you make the sun come through
When skies are black
Through my darkest days
All these endless winter rains
You taught me things I never knew I had
These three little words
That you swear you never heard
Now I hang on every little thing you say
Oh Nelly my love
I hope you can remember
I’m here ‘cos I never
Backed out of a fight
They say we’ve got one
This could be your last, son
Just remember
That what we do is right
Through these darkest days
All this misery and pain
I keep the things you taught me deep inside
With these three little words
I sign off the time I’ve served
I love you Nelly oh my darling bride
I love you Nelly oh my darling bride
I know I’m right
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10. |
Divine Compassion
04:11
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Brace my arms with your muddied knees
Hold me down so I cannot break free
Comfort me in my time of need
My father never taught me how to bleed
Divine Compassion
Takes me far away
Into the darkness I’m descending
I’ll sleep until the pain I feel has ended
I want to blank out everything I’ve seen
10,000 corpses dressed in olive green
I can see the boys from school out on parade
Did we really sign up for this charade?
Divine Compassion
Takes me far away
Into the darkness I’m descending
I’ll sleep until the pain I feel has ended
Blue cross gas hangs in clumps in holes
Formed by shells that fell the night before
The prize a medal hung upon our chest
Not the tender crush of your sweet caress
Divine Compassion
Takes me far away
Into the darkness I’m descending
I’ll sleep until the pain I feel has ended
The generals laugh while they smoke cigars
The devil hides the victor’s battle scars
The flowers are dead the birds they do not sing
And darkened skies cover everything
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11. |
Two's Company
03:13
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Well you stopped to pick up the change you dropped by the telephone
But you won’t bend over backwards to walk the forest all alone
I could offer some assistance, maps or some memories
Three’s a crowd for some folks but two is company
Now I don’t want to make you feel like you should be scared in the woods
There’s a rumour going around, says you’re damaged goods
I like your imperfections they’re OK with me
Three’s a crowd for some folks but two is company
Dancing’s just one way of letting go
You don’t need to know the steps we can take it slow
Dancing’s just one way of letting go
You don’t need to know the steps we can take it slow
I like your imperfections they’re OK with me
Three’s a crowd for some folks but two is company
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