1. |
Landlocked Sailor
02:49
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I've been caught in irons just a landlocked sailor
My heart washed up on the beach
Grasping at the mainsail for some smooth line
But that halyard slips out of my reach
I'm caught in irons just a landlocked sailor
My heart beat down by the tide
Dancing the plank like I'm captain of love
But I'm clapboards and ballast inside
I gave up my grand horizons
Tossed my sextant overboard
If you can't put ashore with someone new
Sailor, what are those sea legs for?
I've been caught in irons just a landlocked sailor
My heart washed up on the beach
Grasping at the mainsail for some smooth line
But that halyard slips out of my reach
I've been caught in irons just a landlocked sailor
My heart beaten down by the tide
Dancing the plank like I'm captain of love
But I'm clapboards and ballast inside
Said goodbye to rye and and whiskey
Wore my sails out chasing stars
But if I can't scutter 'round and wreck my sleep
Brother, let's pour one more
No one’s talking about dropping anchor
All I ask is dip an oar
Cause if you can't put ashore with someone new
Sailor, what are those sea legs for?
What are those sea legs for?
What are those sea legs for?
What are those sea legs for?
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2. |
Wrong Pocket
02:36
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Been caught in
the wrong pocket
all cattywampus
and sideways
Can't find my feet
on the ground
beneath these
upside down days
Used to be walking easy
The highest clouds could be mine
but then the sidewalk spilt
over stucco and silt
think I stamped my boots
on the wrong side of time
Just caught in
the wrong pocket
all cattywampus
and sideways
Can't find my feet
on the ground
beneath these
upside down days
Used to be walking easy
The highest clouds were mine
but then the sidewalk spilt
over stucco and silt
now I stamp my boots
on the wrong side of time
You can judge me by
the company I keep:
a twisted clip
and a worn penny
some spent matches
a toothless key
We're turned around all topsy
and on top of this world
but all turvy
Been caught in
the wrong pocket
all cattywampus
and sideways
Can't find my feet
on the ground
beneath these
upside down days
We's all ass over teacup
so might as well meet up
in these
upside down days
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3. |
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You'd better lock up my baby because she's / he's just too bad
You'd better lock up my baby because she's / he's just too bad
Tried so hard to hold on, but now it's out of my hands
You'd better lock up my baby - she's / he's just too bad
When she stole my heart, I don't even know
I was riding high when she came in low
Emptied my till as her sweet words were filling me full
Now I'm a victim of theft by swindle
You'd better lock up my baby - she's / he's just too bad
He whispered 'Don't worry baby, we ain't gonna get caught,
revved the getaway car and took off with my heart like shot
Can't get me out of all this trouble he's dragged me in
An open-and-shut case of fraudulent misrepresentation
You'd better lock up my baby - she's / he's just too bad
I loved you so dear. I loved you so true
Blind to all the crimes I knew you pursued
As guilty as you are, well I'm just as guilty, too
Is freedom truth or, Honey, all my lies for you
You'd better lock up my baby because she's / he's just too bad
You'd better lock up my baby because she's / he's just too bad
Tried so hard to hold on, but now it's out of my hands
You'd better lock up my baby - she's just too bad
You'd better lock up my baby - he's just too bad
You'd better lock up my baby - they's just too bad
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4. |
Puzzle Dust
02:26
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Spilled from a box – some up, some down.
Figure a fit to build around.
Don’t force the edge, but hold on to the one you’ve found
The picture within forms from without.
Piece by piece we come together
with patience and trust.
Won’t get to see the complete portrait
without some puzzle dust.
Weathering it out – sometime’s stuck’s just stuck.
Doubling back at least we’ll share twice as much.
Every work must be a work in progress.
With the corners set, the rest is just puzzle dust.
Piece by piece we come together
with patience and trust.
Won’t get to see the complete portrait
without some puzzle dust.
Piece by piece we come together
with patience and trust.
Won’t get to see the complete portrait
without some puzzle dust.
Piece by piece by piece by piece
by piece by piece by piece by piece –
Piece by piece by piece
the rest is nothing but
puzzle dust.
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