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The Man Inside
03:36
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I cannot be more than the man inside
And all you who just want a show
Well I can give it away until I run dry
But I cannot be more than the man inside
What do you do when the words bring no light
And who do you play in the fights
And where do you land when you can't understand
And how do you sleep with that voice in your mind
I cannot be more than the man inside
And all you who just want a show
I can give it away until I run dry
But I cannot be more than the man inside
I wanted to be what you wanted in me
For you I would fight with the wind
And I wanted to be everything that you need
And I wanted to be so much more than I've been
But I cannot be more than the man that I am
The man that you helped me to find
And I wish you the best wherever you stand
But I cannot be more than the man that I am
Well I sit around singing so many old songs
So very few of them mine
And the words come like tears or strangers buying the beers
But I smile when I think on just what I may find
So come say hello to the man inside
He's been out of town for awhile
And the days here are new for unfortunate time
So come say hello to the man inside
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2. |
Tea Time
04:47
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There's a kite in the clouds
Take to wing with a boy that it captured
Floating over the downs In the infinite blue of a fugitive rapture
But where, where will you go
After the clocks have all flown past the tide
Where will your fortune sail you now
I feel you under my sheets
Body warm with breath low inviting
When I wake you'll dissolve
Gracious dream delightfully haunting
But where, where have you gone
Now that the curtains are drawn in this room
To touch the hair that is a field with the roses in bloom
You're going home
Going home
Gone
As the wind carries stones
In a gale across prairie to shoreline
We shall meet by the foam
Walk the strand and gaze at the sunshine
And soon is tea time for two
You heat the jasmine while I play a tune
After the springtime's turned to fire
I'll be visiting you
And I'll be going home
Going home
Gone
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3. |
Sketches
04:05
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Dawn shines off your face and sinks into my heart
So many things to wish for and so little time
But to see you sleeping soundly beneath the rising sun
Throws sketches on the pages of my little life
Your hair is of sunflowers with the tint of blood
It shimmers like no bird ever seems to fly
And to see your red silk shining in the autumn wind
Means more to me than any other color might
I'd live my life if you'd be my wife a happy man
I'd sing the day away under a weightless sky
And happiness that many people dream to have
Would flow upon my love for you like ebbing tides
Do you hear?
Do you hear the whispers of the trees they say to me
Pick up your muse and entertain a famed desire
To sing to you makes all my worries disappear
And to make you smile proves to me that I'm alive
Now dawn shines off your face and sinks into my heart
So many things to wish for and so little time
But to see you sleeping soundly beneath the rising sun
Throws sketches on the pages of my little life
Do you hear? Do you hear?
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4. |
Christmas In Connecticut
04:34
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Would you believe that I loved you?
Would you believe I still do?
Christmas time, blizzard beating
Old friends meet again
We laugh for hours and talk of flowers
And the days of way back when
So long ago I saw you dancin' and there entranced I stayed
At Valentine's we'd mock the time
At our Mexican buffet
And the words were few
And time it flew
Would you believe that I loved you?
Would you believe I still do?
But Christmas is gone
And we'll always wonder
We're always wandering
We always talk about our wonder
Christmas time fly home quickly
So I can see my love again
We'll laugh for hours and talk of flowers
And the days of way back when
But these days are gray and nights are lonely
And I never held her - what a miss
With heart unleashed this too short reach
Cannot find its kiss
And the words are still few
And you never knew
That I still love you
That I always do
A constant of time
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5. |
Killing The Pain
03:21
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Old man lies wasting time
Sleeping and drinking on pillows of wine
Now he'll rise, kill the light
A concrete barrier's no place to hide
And your rearview's broken, our prize is this token of pine
I guess killing the pain is just pulling the reins of time
Old world may have broken you down
And all those years you faced the wars
And you made not a sound
And after you tried killing yourself for awhile
What you think of those sickles now
A child cries, holds his breath
Avoids the walls of barbed-wire death
Hopes one day he'll be free
To echo the wall with songs he sings
And his heart will grow brighter as love quells the fires of your mind
But I guess killing the pain Is just pulling the reins of time
Old world may have broken you down
And all those years you faced the wars
And you made not a sound
And after you tried losing yourself for awhile
What you think of this living now?
Old world may have broken you down
And all those years you faced the wars and you made not a sound
And after you tried losing yourself for awhile
Hey, what you think about doin' some living now?
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6. |
Over The Harbor
03:05
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7. |
Between The Lines
04:46
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West to East and East to West
Always tired but I can't seem to rest
So far away from here
O Lord, help me say a prayer
But the light shines through If you want it to
I look up and see the stars
The same light's reflected in your eyes
Walk the beach the waves I meet
Once danced in puddles at your feet
But can we play for just one more day?
'Cause I'm wrapped in blue and you're beautiful
Wrapped in blue and away I go
A country between these lines
See your body dancing in my mind
Looking for a proper song
I found out it was you all along
But away you go
And you'll never know
That I'm wrapped in blue when the lights are low
Wrapped in blue you're so beautiful
Wrapped in blue how I love you so
Wrapped in blue
I sit on these yesterdays of Autumn
And through the winter's chill I'll burn
And live to learn until you return
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8. |
Dusk On The River Rose
04:29
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When you were young did you belong
Did you feel alone in your home
When did the sun turn so shady
And shadows of doubt captured the route into your meaning
You live to be true, who's fooling who
You say you can't sleep, come take a leap
Whispers replace all of your screams
And thoughts they pass in legions too fast for your eyes to see
It's been such a while since you lost your smile
In days with no sun you try to have fun
Morning can come so fast
But morning goes just like a rose on the river
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9. |
Long Time Running
04:50
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Take a ride through the big city
Feeling fine most of the time
Look around it's so pretty
Look around until you say
Please don't let me down
It's been a long time runnin' around
Little lines to ease the mind
Anytime...anytime
Hold a light to keep burning
Trying hard, dealing the cards
Spin the wheel to keep turning
Be the fool until they say
Please don't fail me now
Been a long time comin'
Little lines to ease the mind
Anytime...anytime
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10. |
Leather And Flowers
03:34
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O what a dream
Rough and rocky it seemed
But in the end it turned out holy
My feet were blue and so were you
Leather and flowers filled my room
And time rolls by
You're in love and I'm alive
So sail on, sail on, sail on
Tomorrow is part of a song
The river runs wild just like a child
Ends and beginnings In his smile
So here is my plan
I'll jump across If you hold my hand
And sail on, sail on, sail on
Tomorrow is part of a song In everyone
Sail on, sail on, sail on
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Joe Jung New York, New York
NYC based troubadour and cigar box instrument builder.
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