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Blood Orange
05:10
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Golden maroon stains on my hand
Pulp in my teeth and on my chin
Strips of the peel sweeten the air
Through the trees the sun is playing in your hair
You lay your head down upon my chest
And hum a tune underneath your breath
Though I never heard that song,
I did my best to sing along
I put your picture on a postcard
and I sent it to myself
That ink stamp was a gambling man
with an obvious tell
I know I'm going somewhere I don't want to go alone
So let's take the long way home
Daylight fades like the flame of a match
Under the moon, we make each other laugh
With your body held so close to mine
I can feel your heartbeat keeping time
I sit behind you on the piano bench
And we move as the tune intends
And I whisper in your ear
And all the world disappears
I put your picture on a postcard
and I sent it to myself
That ink stamp was a gambling man
with an obvious tell
I know I'm going somewhere I don't want to go alone
So let's take the long way home
Sing to me, sing
That one where everything begins
We'll strip off all our radio wire
And we'll sing moonlight hymns
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2. |
Yesterday's Clothes
04:12
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I woke up in a strange place
Should be used to it by now
Overwhelmed and amazed
At how tightly I am wound
A stranger's heart in a tailored suit
I play the part to mixed reviews
Calculate every chance
If this life is lottery
I've got numbers scrawled on the palms of my hands
Let's see how far they can take me
A stranger's heart in a tailored suit
I play the part to mixed reviews
All the people, busy moving
They never stop and never slow
They shed their skin, their emptiness
Nothing risked and nothing owed
They let fall from their bodies
Every piece of yesterday's clothes
Things change, so I keep pace
Cause these days ain't slowing down
I woke up in a strange place
Think I'll have a look around
A stranger's heart in a tailored suit
I play the part to mixed reviews
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3. |
Airport Bar
02:42
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Honey by now, you oughta know
That "my own private Idaho"
is not a thing you say five times
In any conversation
In any location
Especially this here ticket line
These days she is a drinker
She used to be a dreamer, too
She's been dry since San Diego
She can't resist that airport booze.
Honey, why do you get so down?
You could get up,
Get up!
Her in-laws drive her crazy
Her husband's so damn lazy
It's been years since she had any fun
Her family fortune's buried
Next door, 'neath the oak tree
A laundry day of quarters and a thousand in ones
These days she is a drinker
She used to be a dreamer, too
She's been dry since San Diego
She can't resist that airport booze
Honey, why do you get so down?
You could get up,
Get up!
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4. |
Binary Stars
02:23
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Bowlegged and pigeon-toed
In the grip of some do-si-do
Changing partners, changing lanes
Always headed down the same road
Unsteady on two feet
Bear witness to the strangest scenes
The mind is juggling absolutes
That fall somewhere in between
It's a parlor trick, or practical magic
A peaceful transition by force of habit
The axis is aligned, there's no need to run for cover
Binary stars, they revolve around each other
Darling, be my chandelier
I'll lay your able body here
I'll light a fire to every fuse
Until you shine from ear to ear
Now, if I was a second guess
I don't care what I came after
Just tell me: do you cry cause you're depressed?
Or is it joyous laughter / Overflowing
It's a parlor trick, or practical magic
A peaceful transition by force of habit
The axis is aligned, there's no need to run for cover
Binary stars, they revolve around each other
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5. |
Bottle Blonde
04:22
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You put some sugar in my coffee and you sweetened up my mouth
Said so many ways you'd be good to me that I did not know about
Up and down I swore, I've met you before, but it could not be true
It was your smile of course, and I wanted more, so I dove deep into you
Bottle blonde, bottle blonde, tell me
Whose side are you really on?
My love for you can't be explained
The things you've done to be someone
Now your real self is almost gone
I'm sure that I never knew your name
Playing Debussy on 103, your piano keys cry rain
Well it's dry outside, throw that window wide, don't play it down the drain
You're my chariot, why you staying put when a wheel's meant to spin
I'll slow it down if you stick around flash that easy grin
Now don't confuse myself with you
What I need with what you do
You know you get the same from me
Bottle blonde, bottle blonde, tell me
Whose side are you really on?
My love for you can't be explained
The things you've done to be someone
Now your real self is almost gone
I'm sure that I never knew your name
I got your number wrong, now that dial tone is ringing in my ear
Don't play it cool, and don't expect a fool - all illusions disappear
You make that face, you ain't entertained, when all my games fall flat
How could I know just where to go if you never draw a map?
Now don't confuse myself with you
What I need with what you do
You know you get the same from me
Bottle blonde, bottle blonde, tell me
Whose side are you really on?
My love for you can't be explained
The things you've done to be someone
Now your real self is almost gone
I'm sure that I never knew your name
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6. |
Picking Up Steam
03:42
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By my flesh I'm bound
To this world of darkness and light
Where idle hands are sword swallowers
In a firefight
Under the starry sky
I roam this endless trail
I must find my own way
And not forsake a detail
The beat of my boot heels
The rhythm of a dream
I reach the city line
And I'm picking up steam
I look off to the distance
At the shadows in the grass
The world invents itself before me
Creation comes at last
The open air of midnight
The allure of the unknown
One noise is calm and steady
Listen to that old whistle blow
The beat of my boot heels
The rhythm of a dream
I reach the city line
And I'm picking up steam
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7. |
Distant Shores
03:56
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You find yourself on distant shores
Far from all you've known before
You broke those chains that only held you down
Now you answer to different names
And the tone in your voice changed
You're looking for what you've already found
My love, my love
What are you running from?
There's no answer in escape
My love, my love
What are you hiding from?
Things can't help but change
Sick of all you can't control
Tired of doing what you're told
You're done with living life upon the shelf
You let go of those prayer beads
They erode like make believe
I hope it means you finally trust yourself
My love, my love
What are you running from?
There's no answer in escape
My love, my love
What are hiding from?
Things can't help but change
Endless battles with success
Heavy measures of regret
The will to carry on is all you need
Failure is an empty threat
When you fear there's nothing left
Open your heart and love you will receive
My love, my love
What are you running from?
There's no answer in escape
My love, my love
What are you hiding from?
Things can't help but change
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8. |
Jesus and Skip James
03:06
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All I know, I own my soul
The devil don't pay like he used to
That pressure pin just holds it in
Still I ain't got nothin' prove-
I do what I'm gonna do
I make some big decisions and some big mistakes
I know you can't make a living if you ain't getting paid
So when I meet the good lord, gonna ask him for a raise
gonna buy a round for Jesus and Skip James
I know I'll find plenty of time
To get my heavy rest
I'm always given the choice for livin'
The life I love the best
I make some big decisions and some big mistakes
I know you can't make a living if you ain't getting paid
So when I meet the good lord, gonna ask him for a raise
gonna buy a round for Jesus and Skip James
In light of day or dark of night
I keep my eyes open wide
And no change in the weather
Is ever gonna break my stride
I make some big decisions and some big mistakes
I know you can't make a living if you ain't getting paid
So when I meet the good lord, gonna ask him for a raise
gonna buy a round for Jesus and Skip James
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9. |
Alton Levy
03:38
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I wonder if the city fathers
who came up with this plan
ever saw the rising water
overwhelm the fertile land
I wonder if the architects
considered more than real estate
a river starved by iron and bricks,
appetite will find a way
scattered by the open road
palaces of glowing lights
it's known to be a heavy load
just to make it through the night
I wonder if the breeze will shift
and carry in a brand new life
waiting on the scales to tip
is no way to survive
the air show's coming soon
no one cares for flying machines
just the clouds they run through
and high-octane gasoline
I wonder if the rain will fall
the Missouri and the Illinois
the order is rushed and tall
to create and to destroy
everything is calm now
and expected to repeat
raging storms aren't so loud
in a haze of electricity
I wonder if the crisp dry ground
dreams high in the hills
I wonder if it will burn down,
turn over and rebuild
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10. |
Where The River Runs
06:20
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I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime
I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime
That melody is plain and clear
And as it plays I have no fear
I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime
Morning breaks on the wings of a dove
Morning breaks on the wings of a dove
Let fly in search of dry land
With hopes to a return, a branch in its hands
Morning breaks on the wings of a dove
The valley follows where the river runs
The valley follows where the river runs
No mountain can always be tall
They return to the earth with the rain as it falls
The valley follows where the river runs
Wild orchids bloom as the winter comes
Wild orchids bloom as the winter comes
Time passes with an iron will
Gives birth to all it cannot kill
Wild orchids bloom as the winter comes
I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime
I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime
That melody is plain and clear
And as it plays I have no fear
I hear those bells a-ringin', I hear them chime
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The Fine Machines New York, New York
The FIne Machines are a blues and folk Brooklyn-based 4 piece formed in 2012. Vets of the LES and Williamsburg circuits, we try to combine simplicity and musicianship to create harmony. We're Dan Piccoli (lead vocals, rhythm guitar), Nate Allen (banjo, bass), Frank Schaub (lead guitar), and Alex MacKinnon (drums). We play basements, cruise ships, and concert halls - and hope you enjoy it! ... more
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