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Sometimes
02:58
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Step inside out of the rain
You’re too pretty to be so ashamed
That the light that bent a seaside night
All around you still surrounds you
Sometimes
And you get sad
For the things you never had
And all the things
You lost along the way
Between the windshield wash
Of crooked time and crooked dream
Your face will pass between
All the distance that we’ve seen
Growing colder linked the wind
That breaks me down again
That stares me down again
When you come round again
Sometimes
And you get sad
For the things you never had
And all the things
You lost along the way
At the station where we wait
Faceless tears fall slow like light
Running down your night
And the thoughts that seem so bright
When I’m too far down the line
To count the railway ties
That I must cross this time
Until I’d say you’re mine
This time
And you get sad
For the things you never had
And all the things
You lost along the way
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2. |
Alright
03:50
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3. |
Maria
04:02
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Maria left on Monday
On a bus that passed through Dublin
Five hours she slept and wept away
She left a double rainbow
There in the tinted window
That shut out all her face except her eyes
Now I’ve been left
With nothing but her smoke
Rising up the barroom wall
Along the riverwalk
There was a quiet place we talked
About the rocky ledges we both loved
Now I’m a little lost these days
When I recall the way she swayed
Through the Irish raindrops
Now I’ve been left
With nothing but her smoke
Rising up the barroom wall
Maybe there is nothing but what is
Still I wish for things she never said
For now I don’t believe enough
And I don’t feel young enough
To think I’ll see her in the sky again
For I’ve been left
With nothing but her smoke
Rising up the barroom wall
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4. |
Failing West
05:11
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5. |
Wild Grace
05:38
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6. |
Too Lyric to Forgive
05:14
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The turnpike's cold and bright
When the daylight starts to die
And the traffic west of Boston moves in time
To the stoplight stuck on yellow
Telling me be slow, be shallow
And she might ask to see you down the line
Well I can't find your name
In the shadows cast by barstools
Gone is your last call upon the day
But there's always one more sign
That hangs above the highway lines
That we cross when you are lonely and I'm lost
So find another way to move me
Lay me down and roll me easy
Back into your open arms again
Now my car hood's full of constellations
Spelling out the names of places
Where we painted conversations blue
But all I ever need is bluelight
Painted on a breath of twilight
And one faded memory of you
So find another way to move me
Lay me down and roll me easy
Back into your open arms again
There's dusty clouds with borrowed wings
Shaking down engagement rings
Upon the towns and miles that stretch between
The times when you can softly sing me
Say my name and slowly bring me in
With words too lyric to forgive
So find another way to move me
Lay me down and roll me easy
Back into your open arms again
Well I don't have a plan
For going on alone now
Though I guess you travel still with me
I'm graceless and I'm broken
But the highway looks alright
So it might be you and road and me tonight
So find another way to move me
Lay me down and roll me easy
Back into your open arms again
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7. |
Two Fridays
05:17
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8. |
Sleep Soundly Tonight
04:35
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Sleep soundly tonight for I am breaking
And I don’t want to wake you
But there is something on my mind
This bed here is big enough
For the years to sleep between the two of us
We’re cut down by the half-light through the blinds
So if the moon’s just a place
Not a metaphor anymore for the glow of your face
Then everything must be just as it is
Then my heart’s just an organ
Blowing notes through my pipes a little softer than normal
When I see what wouldn’t be
Are you thinking of leaving
Ain’t you tired of watching me bleeding
You must have some better bed to make
But if anything should change inside
I want you to come and find me
Just so I can know how lost we were
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Ceretana New Fairfield, Connecticut
While studying in London, and despite different musical tastes, Chris Mignanelli and Marty Moran struck up a friendship over a mutual love of kebabs. A few years later, they ended up in Missoula at the same time, wrote and recorded an album, and pulled the band name from the side of a feed store. Some twists and turns later, they made a second album in Connecticut. ... more
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