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Carnival Street
04:20
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The stars come out like ladies dressed in red
And the lampposts light their long cigarettes
Burning the night away
We'll smolder together as we sit in the rain
Our name's on the marquee and the old stereo plays
Maybe that's as good as it gets
The Devil may care
But I sure don't
At least not until a quarter till 3
That's just the way it is
Here down on Carnival Street
They're opening doors without hands and locks without keys
Between a hawk and a handsaw I can't make heads or tails
Of the whole goddamn thing
The record keeps spinning but the music has stopped
And I wonder if anyone will even notice at all
The parade just marches by
The Devil may care
But I sure don't
At least not until a quarter till 3
That's just the way it is
Here down on Carnival Street
The coffee's gone cold and the streets are empty
There's footprints in the tickertape
It's all that's left behind
It's a topsy-turvy, messed up place
And I don't think I'd change it
I don't know if I could even try
The Devil may care
But I sure don't
At least not until a quarter till 3
You know that's just the way it is
Here down on Carnival Street
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You got a new pair of shoes
With the dollar spit-shine
But I still know it's you
You left your fingerprints
Here by the door
Thinking that you'd be back soon
Walking sideways drunk in the rain
Stumbling on home at noon
Playing rusty harmonicas drinking cheap whiskey on ice
Reading old postcards from home
Caught with one foot off the merry-go-round
But the other one is in the clouds
You got a new pair of shoes
With the dollar spit-shine
But I still know it's you
You left your fingerprints
Here by the door
Thinking that you'd be back soon
Drinking tin-can coffee out of paper cups
Just waiting for lightning to strike
Peddling gum-drop poison for the kids
Fading away inch by inch
Caught with one foot off the merry-go-round
And the merry-go-round goes round, and round, and round
You got a new pair of shoes
With the dollar spit-shine
But I still know it's you
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Eye of the Storm
07:10
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Probably knew that we were going our separate ways
From the very start
Setting sail for the East
As soon as we heard the whistle blow
Got heads full of thunder
And we're leaving on clouds of smoke
Burn it all to the ground
And try to start again
Where did you go
When the lightning came close?
There's a storm rolling in up ahead
No way around so
steady as she goes
Straight to the eye of the storm
There's a man painted red from his heads to his hands
But it makes no difference to me
Even though you're home
You're still far from the countryside
You look through old photographs
But you can't recognize those faces anymore
The beautiful and the damned
Dance side by side
Where did you go
When the lightning came close?
There's a storm rolling in up ahead
No way around so
steady as she goes
Straight to the eye of the storm
Can we speak before we dance?
'Cause I was never good at talking with my feet
I once heard that wringing your hands
Stops you from rolling up your sleeves
We all wish it was different
But no one quite comes home from that
The beautiful and the damned
are dancing side by side
Where did you go
When the lightning came close?
There's a storm rolling in up ahead
No way around so
steady as she goes
Straight to the eye of the storm
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4. |
Place Like This
03:01
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Oh it's cold in a place like this
And I'm so very far from home
Oh it's cold in a place like this
And I left my coat at home
I need somewhere
To hang my hat
Before they take me away
You grow old in a place like this
Waiting for your time to come
One last look
At the sky above
Before they take me away
You sell your soul in a place like this
When your so very far from home
I need a pen
To sign my name
Before they take me away
You grow cold in a place like this
They don't teach you that at home
One last look
At the sky above
Before they take me away
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I know it's late
You probably had a long day
I've got the butterflies
I'm not sure what to say
If I could hold your hand
I think that'd go away
Wait to turn out the lights
I'm coming home
Did you light those candles
That you like in our room?
I know that summer's coming
Are the lilies starting to bloom?
I check my watch
It must be late for you
Wait to turn out the lights
I'm coming home
Hold on tight
To lullabies for now
Another night
Another lonely town
The sunset's lost
Somewhere behind the clouds
Wait to turn out the lights
I'm coming home
Maybe we
Can meet up where the road ends
Listen to
That old tape of "Blowin' in the Wind"
My watch stopped ticking
Maybe we can pretend
Wait to turn out the lights
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6. |
Some Days
03:22
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Some days
I wish I had somewhere
Some days
I wish I had somewhere to hide
Some days
I wish we wouldn't talk
Some days
I wish I could just be alone
Some days
I don't know what to say
Some days
I just hope to be OK
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7. |
How it Ends
07:13
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When you don't know where to go
But you've already been there
Don't know how it ends
From here
When the road's all washed away
And the fog starts rolling in
Don't know where to go
From here
When there's nothing left to say
And you've turned that final page
Don't know how it ends
From here
Oooh
Is this how it ends?
Oooh
Go back to the start
The walls are closing in
Don't know where to go
From here
You're all alone
But you hear them just outside
Don't know how it ends
From here
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K. Edward Smith Fort Wayne, Indiana
Independent, honest, and human, Kyle “K. Edward” Smith is a heavy metal drummer-turned-folk songwriter whose writing blends the down-to-earth relatability of indie and folk songs with ideas from the musical margins, resulting in a mix of alt-Americana sounds all his own. ... more
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