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Bad Luck
03:32
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Jumpin’ Jack rabbit robbin’ my scratch ticket
Lickety split to the exit, don’t look back.
Confound me, don’t surround me
I’m known to kick fits when the slick bitches snitch.
Woah, luck runnin’ out again.
As a soldier I thought I told ya,
Obey a command, now are you my man?
Yes general, my men were all memorable
Sticking with each other even at their own funeral
Woah, luck runnin’ out again
Is there any way out of this black hole?
Is there any way I can save my soul?
Woah, I can save my
Pretty penny oh won’t you tell me
To get a good meal instead of bottles of this swill
Bubbly bottle, clutchin’ the throttle
To be a role model got to get your head straight.
Woah, luck runnin out again.
And this bench will become my bed
To lay my head, goddamn I need rest.
Dreams of war are at my door
With a roarin’ score goal lighting up the forest floor.
Woah, luck running out again.
Is there any way out of this black hole?
Is there any way I can save my soul?
I can save my soul?
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2. |
Here Nor There
02:18
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It’s been a warm winter
Considering the years
My bones pin like splinters
It’s all I can hear
Tired of nostalgia
Tired of future fears
Tired of remembering
Won’t ever be clear
Why, why can’t I ever be here
Nor there, Nor anywhere
Let’s talk about the weather
Laugh with those good tears
Forget about the war, poor, and state of Earth
Over a nice cold beer
But that’s if I’m out of bed
But it’s so warm in here
Huddled in my underwear
Knowing night draws near
Why, why can’t I ever be here
Nor there, Nor anywhere
But in my skull, in my thoughts
In my curdled sense of self perception
Why oh why can’t I ever be here
Tired of nostalgia
Tired of future fears
Tired of remembering
Won’t ever be clear
Why, why can’t I ever be here
Nor there, Nor anywhere
But in my skull, in my thoughts
In my curdled sense of self perception
Why oh why can’t I ever be here
Here, nor there, nor anywhere
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Honey won’t you come back home
I’ve been really missing you
Honey won’t you come back
Everyday is colder without you here with me
I don’t know how long it’s been
But I’ve been cooking for two
And the meals are going bad in the fridge
And I know
I should’ve stopped long ago
But to acknowledge that would
Send me down a path I just don’t wanna go
Sweet whispers on the wind
Tell me you’ll be close again
Honey won’t you come back home
I’ve been really missing you
Honey won’t you come back
Everyday is colder without you here with me
I wish I could forget that note
The empty drawers and the cool wind
Blowing through that swinging door
And I guess it comes as no surprise
I just wish I had acted
When I still had time
Sweet whispers in my head
Remind me of when we shared a bed
Honey won’t you come back home
I’ve been really missing you
Honey won’t you come back
Everyday is colder without you here with me
Honey won’t you come back home
I’ve been really missing you
Honey won’t you come back
Everyday is colder without you here with me
Everyday is colder
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4. |
Pieces... Pieces...
01:57
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5. |
Buried With My Love
02:48
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Outside
Buried on the hillside
Underneath the grass
With my love
Outside
Buried on the hillside
Buried with my love
After all these years
Buried with my love
After all these years
Buried with my love
After all these years
Hillside
Next to the apartment
Over by the river
In the shadow of the grove
Hillside
Next to the apartment
Over by the river
In the shadow of the grove
Buried with my love
After all these years
Buried with my love
After all these years
Outside
Buried on the hillside
Buried with my love
After all these years
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6. |
And Now...
04:21
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The truth will set you free
But only once it’s done with you
That spider it will breath
In wait to snatch it up from you
Your arthritic movements
Caught up in narcotic truancy
They appeared to take advantage
Of our social fluency
And now…
The things that happen
Don’t require your permission
In fact they’ll grab you by the neck
Shut you up and make you listen
Your sad charm and pricked up arm
The coin tossed up for you
Silky web of devil’s thread
Stole what was left to lose
And now…
The forced perspective
In a rectangle of sky
The loamy rain mixed with
The pain of last goodbyes
Flip my shovel ‘round
To struggle with the millstone
The shattered husks that gathered near
To share all that was known
And now…
I am a man at least
In sentimental value
Strapped into your pine box
The power shivered into
Now I see how
Superstitions are created
Simple cures for bleak unpures
That all are fated to
And now….
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7. |
How Can Our Fathers
03:51
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How can our fathers
Lead us down these trodden roads
Passed a thousand times before us
By just as empty souls
How can our fathers
Put generations on our backs
Push us out the front door
And seal themselves in wax
I wanna find myself right in their eyes
Hold my shoulders high
So I’ll see ya later Western Mass
Leave those mills spinning
Burn these letters and pills
Toss that town in the trash
Get on this plane
How can our fathers
Steal our passions in the quick
Put us on the paper
And chain it to our wrists
How can our fathers
Drop us on our mothers’ arms
Cut the umbilical chord
And then move along
I wanna find myself right in their arms
Hold me tight
So I’ll see ya later Western Mass
Leave those mills spinning
Burn these letters and pills
Toss that town in the trash
Get on this plane
So I’ll see ya later Western Mass
Leave those mills spinning
Burn these letters and pills
Toss that town in the trash
Get on this plane
How can my father
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9. |
Poppy's Last Message
00:49
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10. |
Guidance
05:46
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I can’t seem
To pick my eyes up off the ground
Every fork
Leads me back to where I’ve been before
Tell me stranger
How do I pick
The rubber from my jaw
Can my legs
Push me forward when the rest of me is dead
Where’s the sign
Pointing clear directions in a straight line
Tell me lover
How do I free
The sour come to pass
Pleading for guidance
Point me towards your northern star
Hoping for an answer
A ways to go though I’ve come so far
Does my heart
Have the courage to keep me from falling apart
Softly thrown
Into the deeper edges of everything I’ve known
Tell me mother
How do I sleep between faith and trust
Pleading for guidance
Point me towards your northern star
Hoping for an answer
A ways to go though I’ve come so far
Pleading for guidance
Point me towards your northern star
Hoping for an answer
A ways to go though I’ve come so far
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11. |
One Foot One Knee
02:37
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One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
Until I get home
One bend of the knee
One bend of the knee
One bend of the knee
Take me where I need to be
Til my soles are worn
Til my soles are worn
Til my soles are worn
Bring me back to where I’s born
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
One foot in front of the other
Until I get home
Until I get home
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12. |
Fatima
02:50
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(Excerpt from The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho)
At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him. When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke—the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart. It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well. She smiled, and that was certainly an omen—the omen he had been awaiting, without even knowing he was, for all his life. The omen he had sought to find with his sheep and in his books, in the crystals and in the silence of the desert.
It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grandparents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed. But maybe people who felt that way had never learned the universal language. Because, when you know that language, it’s easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it’s in the middle of the desert or in some great city. And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only. It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Without such love, one’s dreams would have no meaning.
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I’ve been struggling since you left me
One deep breath to calm myself down
Talking to myself for three years
Say I’ll come around
I’ll come around
Often I’ll slip into a daydream
Wander far lands and memories
And crash back to my day to day
Where nothing’s changed
Nothing’s changed
It is easy to get angry
Looking in the mirror, like what have I done
To pull myself out the fog
Say I’m good enough
Good enough
At the risk of coming off as trite
I would say I’ve been lonely
And I wish that I could change the way
That things have passed
Things have passed
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14. |
Sunshine
02:20
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Sunshine
won’t you blow my mind
won’t you take some time
and set me free
Lifetime
I will not spend my life
I will not waste my time
So unhappily
But the grass is getting greener
And the trees are greener too
In the brightness of their beauty
I can marvel at the view
Highlight
I’m guided by the light
You can’t control my high
So leave me be
And my friend
Please don’t follow me
I have to stop this fiend
From corrupting me
My body’s getting cleaner
I can feel it in the air
Another glimpse of freedom
Rustles through my hair
Sunshine
I have woke to thee
Cracking through the trees
I give my thanks
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Ian Steinberg Burlington, Vermont
Hailing from Western Massachusetts, Ian brings New England sensitivity with driving guitar, poignant lyrics, and a musical sensibility honed by over a decade of performance. Born from the campfire and the conservatory, Ian delivers a nuanced and invigorating show whether he's in a concert hall or your living room. Ian will wrap you in song and leave you wandering in his storytelling. ... more
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