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New Things
04:45
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Old things
they just can’t stay
New things
are you ready today?
Old things
their end is near
New things
you’ve got nothin’ to fear
Is there enough time to get around
to all of these new things we have found
out about me, and out about you?
New things
gotta give ‘em a try
Old things
it’s the same old lie
New things
are gonna be okay
Old things
only get in the way
Rising up this morning
you know there’s something new
It’s given plenty of warning
it’s long overdue
Got to kick old habits
you know just what to do
Open wide and grab it
it’s waiting there for you
Old things
time to set them free
New things
that’s the way it should be
There’s enough time to get around
to all of these new things we have found
out about me, and out about you.
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2. |
Surrender Days
03:17
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You’ve given up with no reason why
You don’t believe we should even try
And when they say we’re running out of time
You walk away and turn a blind eye
You don’t know nothin’ but you know you’re right
You won’t let no one try to change your mind
You only see the world in black and white
And never wonder if you’re wrong or right
Every day will melt away
beneath the blazing sun
Feel the shame in every ray
for what we’ve left undone
Oh I’ll remember all those surrender days
The ice is falling and the waters rise
But you’ve been calling it a pack of lies
You’re so afraid to look it in the eye
you’ve given up without a reason why
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3. |
Back to Boston
06:27
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He packed his lunch and he headed out
before the break of day
Drivin’ down I-84
he cried the whole damn way
He didn’t know just where to go
but he’s never goin’ back
back to Boston, Massachusetts
And when the sun was way past down
he found a place to drink
A crusty bar in an inlet town
to find some time to think
But thinking’s not what you do
in this old crumbled shack
there in Camden, Carolina
So he rambled from town to town
till they all felt the same
Highway sounds and serpent mounds
could not break the shame
It’s not something that he did
but something he could not do
back in Boston, Massachusetts
He lost his wallet in a dream
and woke up to find it gone
And there along with his self-esteem
his bank account was drawn
So he drove on to the coast
to give it one last try
Costa Mesa, California
He took a job and he found a room
above the laundromat
It had a soapy air perfume
but he grew fond of that
And fonder still of the quiet nights
that feed that famous sun
down in Southern California
A straight shot down to Newport Beach
Juanita sang “Fun Fun Fun”
Laughing at the high notes he could not reach
and soon they had a son
A love as big as the western sky
but still sometimes he’d cry
there in sunny California
One Sunday morning on his ipad screen
an old flame reappeared
Holding a baby in a room he’d been
she held him oh so dear
So many tries and he realized
she’d never given up
back in Boston, Massachusetts
He held Juanita with the hope to find
the courage that he lacked
He said he hoped that she wouldn’t mind
and by Friday he’d be back
Searching for words in the open sky
written as he flies
back to Boston, Massachusetts
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4. |
January Wind
03:32
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January wind
flows all around you
Why does it have to be so cold
Weary of the sin
that blows all around you
There’s nothing left to have and hold
Tears that wipe the shine
from the sun as it rises
powerless in the falling snow
Tears for every time
life’s little surprises
catch you when you ought to know
Don’t try to figure it out
It’s not something you shout
all around you
Winter has a grey
way it can hold you
hiding shadows from the sun
Vapor they became
floating around you
a silhouette of what’s to come
Mouthing all the words
rising within you
In winter you can hear so far
Far enough to know
you haven’t been listening
Why did it have to be so hard
A song that longs to be
a song about nothing
wanders out into the cold
Only needs a beat
to be about something
something you can have and hold
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5. |
The Rowboat
03:17
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I shove off quietly at dawn
as the dock drifts away
The oarlocks whistle to the birds
till there’s nothing left to say
My back is facing forward
as I glide across the lake
But my eyes are looking shoreward
hypnotized by my wake
A daredevil dangles on the line
his promise never kept
The dismal record of his failures
he never will accept
I put my hand into the water
it’s warmer than the air
and all I care about is a boat that rows
and not where it goes
Oars dip into the water
afraid to swim too deep
And when they rise above the surface
they both begin to weep
So they plunge back in again
ashamed to be seen
Sometimes you just don’t need a reason
to feel so in-between
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6. |
Red Letter Day
06:10
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He took his good old time to find you
as you waited by the door
And when they all had said their goodbyes
he stuck around to say one more
All the lights are blinking yellow
the only car left on the road
He’s such an easy going fellow
If anyone would know, you would know
“I couldn’t have done it without you”
he cracks and waits for you to smile
But you’ve had your share of small talk
and click the seat back for a while
Floating high above the treetops
that race along beside the road
How does the moon keep his composure?
If anyone should know, you should know
It’s a red letter day
Everyone came just to see you
“Are you okay?”
He always will see right through you
Breath keeps fogging up the windshield
as the summer turns to fall
After a while he comes to notice
you haven’t been listening at all
So he cuts right to a question
that you thought he’d never ask
“Do I ever make you happy?”
If anyone should know, you should know
He pulls into the driveway
jams on the brakes to make a point
But you don’t want a confrontation
He never gets this out of joint
You wave your arms into the darkness
a blinding light shines on the stairs
You catch of glimpse of all the heartless
things that you never should have shared
He takes the leash down from the rack
and walks the dog out toward the road
You wonder if he’s coming back
If anyone would know, you would know
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7. |
Just Like a C Major 7
05:46
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This is one of those songs
that bounces along
and just makes you feel good
This is one of those days
you’re happy to say
that you’re ready to feel good
You don’t need to explain
about all the rain
that you had to run through
You are so ready for this
the sunshine and bliss
you feel all around you
It’s time to go outside
and maybe go for a ride
And let the sun hit you like
just like a C major 7
This is like one of those things
you learned how to sing
deep in your childhood
This is one of those times
the silliest rhymes
just seem to sound good
I'm so easy to please
I’ll hand you the keys
we’ll go where you want to
You can laugh in the sun
and soak up the fun
you know that you want to
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8. |
Hobo Nickel
05:28
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Out behind the woodshed
beyond the Tamaracks
lives a memory from way back
Hid beneath the pine leaves
windblown against the shack
where the bones of birds and kindling crack
Coddled by a mystery
the burnished birds of prey
fly in circles every year, to the day
The town still hasn’t noticed
the circumstance so strange
it’s not a mystery till someone speaks your name
I know it’s hard for her to make the time
to leave behind what has been done
I can’t pretend to know just how she heals
or why she feels she has to run
She couldn’t wait to show him
excitement in her eyes
an eighty-seven Silver Eagle was her prize
He swung right through the Tamarack
she piled the wood so high
it drew up her jacket, and her skin captured his eye
Beware of the hobo nickel
so easily defaced
clanging in his pocket and so eager to debase
She blamed her own stupidity
and hoping to erase
the time and place, she wiped the dirt from off her face
Beware of the hobo nickel
once beautiful and bright
carved and faceless, disappears into the night
But sometimes by the woodshed
when the sun hits the leaves just right
a shining, gleaming Silver Eagle rises in flight
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Lorne Entress Hartford, Connecticut
After decades of producing many artists I've released my own record. With little fanfare and a modest budget I hid away in my studio in Tolland Connecticut tracking songs. Most began with a single line of verse and grew from there. In addition to American roots influences the ringing harmonies of 70s British rock pushed to the surface and I didn’t push back. ... more
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