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Pacific Street
03:04
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Lyrics by Dan Messe.
Published by Polygram Music Publishing.
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2. |
Call You All The Time
04:02
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something I couldn't put my finger on
but it was there all the same
just because I couldn't touch it
doesn't mean I couldn't love it
you were different in a sort of way
that made me feel sane
but you knew it first
you knew before I did
you knew it first
you'd never let me in
and you were lying just outside of my reach
and you were lying and I was far too weak
to call your bluff
to do anything but call you all the time
a binary code of dots and dashes
and ones and twos where your point
fell just outside the graph
where I was charting off a course for us
without stopping to ask if
you wanted to come along
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3. |
Big Time Underground
04:12
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don’t you come in here and tell me how the story goes
cause i know a lot of things you don’t know
and they don’t either and no one will understand
how this quilt got pieced together
and don’t even try to start throwing things
i’ve glued down all the furniture and breakables
i’ve put away the best pieces and all that we have left are our hands
and what we hold in them
so i could make you a cup of tea
or you could kick a hole in the door
are you going for an oscar
or are you happy with an independent film award
would you like to give your lovely speeches
or are you content to stay underground
only recognized in your hometown
so don’t you come in here and say i broke your heart
it’s cheap for an ending, it doesn’t even begin to start
and the audience will never fall for this one
you’ll be called an over-actor
you’d better go for subtle or downcast
so i could make you a cup of tea
and you could kick a hole in the door
are you going for an oscar
or are you happy with an independent film award
would you like to give your lovely speeches
or are you content to stay underground
only recognized in your hometown
‘cause everyone loves the lovable loser
when he’s up on the big silver screen
hold your head high, pretend that you don’t see the holes
‘cause only by playing dumb are you gonna steal this scene
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4. |
Mostly Fictions
03:17
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the books i've read clutter my head
with a few small facts but mostly fictions
and i've learned enough to know how this will go
it's not hard to prophesy this prediction
and it was tattooed on my face
even my freckles spelled out your name
and I don't know how you could look away
while my heart went up in flames
but sometimes it goes out with a whimper not a bang
sometimes just a flicked switch but it goes out all the same
and it's over now, the light has gone out
you never will out run it so you might as well just be done with it
leave all that regret behind and just move on
and study the past
memorize your past if you want to but
don't doom yourself to relive it and
do not cling to it
and sometimes it goes out with a whimper not a bang
sometimes just a flicked switch but it goes out all the same
cause it's over now, the light has gone out
it's over now, the light has gone out
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5. |
The Choice
04:29
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you are always there
in the recess of some small dark corner
where I sweep the dust every morning
when I try to shake the cobwebs from my brain
and try, try to get a clean start
but it’s not my brain that’s holding on
it’s that stupid piece of heart
and it might be possible
for me to blow you to London or Berlin
and it’d be nearly impossible
for you to find me here again
I’m safe in these warm arms
and you can’t touch me this time
little speck of dust
the choice has always been mine
and you are always there
in the way it's dark here at 4 o'clock
in the lights I keep on in every room
even when the electric bill says that I should stop
and try to make peace with the dark
but it's not peace that's eluding me
it's the war I never fought
and it might be possible
for me to blow you to London or Berlin
and it’d be nearly impossible
for you to find me here again
I’m safe in these warm arms
and you can’t touch me this time
little speck of dust
the choice has always been mine
and I walked away
sweeping the path behind me as I went
I walked away like I always do
sweeping the path behind me as I went
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6. |
Fickle Friends
04:16
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all those charming things to live for,
and I am just the bad egg.
from germany to oxford to penniless,
she was always too beautiful and well-bred.
and the fall air is pinching at my nose
the party’s on temporary hiatus
and I like to imagine that when I am gone
someone will notice.
but they’ll forget me by next spring, maybe sooner,
‘cause these are fickle friends.
one last hurrah for the summer,
and beautiful girls with long tan legs.
such a short distance across the bay,
the green light, blinking, blinking, blinking,
she didn't call or come to the window last night
and now my determined hopes are finally sinking.
but they’ll forget me by next spring, maybe sooner,
‘cause these are fickle friends.
one last hurrah for the summer,
and beautiful girls with long tan legs.
and the house is tired with knowing she will never leave him;
it needs to rest a while.
so I think that I will go for a swim
and the leaves will fall and fall and fall in style…
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7. |
Fireworks
03:47
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well I can take your pictures down now
and put up new ones of happier times
and not be afraid of your angry ghost
with its face like sucked limes
that sour expression may very well be my fault
but it’s time now for me to let that go
there will be less checking around corners
for the thumbs-up man to give me the say so
and sometimes there aren’t fireworks,
and the explosions go pop quietly in the night,
a misfire or two that no one can explain
sometimes all the gunpowder in the world will not light
it fails to light up the sky
will you come haunting my last good breath?
I think there will be more good breaths for us both
is it okay for me to smile when I wake up
instead of worrying if you’ve climbed down off that rope?
and I had faith that it all would pass
but it wasn’t until I saw exactly how
that I was able to somewhat understand
the way these things sometimes work out
and sometimes there aren’t fireworks,
and the explosions go pop quietly in the night,
a misfire or two that no one can explain
sometimes all the gunpowder in the world will not light
it will not light up the sky
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Light
04:11
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you haven’t noticed yet how the light changes
you haven’t seen it hit your face when you are waking up
but i've been awake for hours, watching the light creep in
peeling back the shadows, and feeling kind of thin
like the light could see right through me,
straight through to all my fears
and it called a judge and jury
and they gave me all these years
once there was a carpenter and he built his girl a house
and he threw his body into it, and he wore his body out
and when she came to live there, all that she could see
was the wood still left unfinished, and she called him lazy
but the light could see right through her,
straight through to her weak heart
and it called a judge and jury,
and they gave her over to the dark
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9. |
Afford to Pretend
04:50
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so it seems this two lane became a four lane
and now they’re working on eight
and I half hope before too long that they obliterate
every strip of these familiar fields
this new asphalt is blinding my eyes
and right now I’m so poor that
I can’t even afford to pretend I’m fine
‘cause I can take me out of here
and move me halfway across the world
but these roads belong to a time
when I swore I’d always be your girl
and I can’t even afford to pretend
the horizon’s wavering from the hunger or the heat
cause it really ain’t that hot yet
and I’ve had enough to eat
and I’m so afraid you’re gonna stone me
and I never wanted to be a martyr
can someone please explain to me
why after all this time it just keeps getting harder
and it’s the heat that makes me faint
it’s the heat that makes me flush
it’s the heat that makes me sick to my stomach
and keeps my voice to a low low hush
and all the traffic is leaving town
and I’m the only one still headed west
and the gold rush is long since done
and I can’t even say I did my best
but it, it doesn’t matter now
‘cause what’s done can’t be undone
I’ll keep this red curtain pulled round my face
and when this song is done
I’ll quietly close the lid of the case
pack up my guitar
and run.
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10. |
Getting By
05:21
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I’ve been trying for weeks now
to find a place to find some peace
a place where I could sit and have a coffee
where I could sit and read a book
and this isn’t the view I had in mind
but I guess it'll just have to do
and I kinda like the way the pink skyscraper
cuts right through the blue
and I’m trying to make the best of a pretty good situation
and I hope you know how hard I try
to live here in the present
not be a ghost of the past
‘cause some days I’m barely getting by
and I try to keep my head on my shoulders
not let it wander off like it’s so prone to do.
‘cause who will keep the rest of me together?
I can’t pin that whole weight on you.
and you are sitting at this café
and you are telling me your stories
and I’m learning you
bit by bit
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Vanessa Peters Austin, Texas
Indie singer/songwriter from Texas. Musician, Italophile, Virgo, coffee nerd, food lover, bossy-pants, big ol' softie.
I've released 10+ albums and played over 1000 shows in 11 countries. I'm not done yet.
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