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Dreamers
02:35
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There's a place for the dreamers
There's a little town
Very far from here
It's kinda hard to find
It's for vagabonds and troubadors
And folks who hitched their ride
Looking down the road
There's something in the water
There's something in the air
There's a place for the dreamers
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2. |
Penny Picture Show
05:12
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Tommy was a brawler in the Penny Picture Show
Fighting cardboard cutouts, saving women made of straw
Every day at work he'd throw his fists of fallacy
And every night he's throwing back quarter-fifths J&Bs
Tommy he'd wear a bowler and make all the ladies swoon
But he's just another pug-nosed pugilist, promising them the moon
And he'd say we all have our roles to play
The gin soaked cameramen, they're setting up the shots
And the late-night hairdressers, they're out making lipstick love
The lighting crew, they're rigging something for tomorrow's fairy tale
The writers' room, they're drinking something to craft the dialogue
The bookkeeper, he's in the corner shuffling digits and decimals around
Seeing just how many more pictures they can make
The director, he's out on the cutting floor
He's got a glass of burgundy
He's going over today's takes
It's just another day
At the Penny Picture Show
Lucy, she was a dancer at the Penny Picture Show
She loved to play the black dressed femme fatale
She could smoke long cigarettes on stage
And go on and on and on and on and on
With coy cliches
But usually they'd just have her do the same routine
She'd be wearing next to nothing
Sipping dry martinis
Dreaming about Paris in the rain
She'd say, we all have our roles to play
The gin-soaked cameramen, they're setting up the shots
While the late-night hairdressers, they're out making lipstick love
The lighting crew, they're rigging something or other for tomorrow's fairy tale
The writers' room, they're drinking something
They say it's for the dialogue
While the bookkeeper, he's over in the corner
Shuffling decimals and digits into different columns
To see just how many more pictures they can make
While the director, he's out on the cutting floor
He's got a glass of burgundy
He's going over today's takes
It's just another day
At the Penny Picture Show
Charlie was a writer at the Penny Picture Show
Pulling heroes out the air, saving scripts from the grave
He'd lie in wait to see what kind of thoughts came through the door
But usually it was just somebody else looking for his key to the liquor drawer
So Charlie, he'd go out and get some ice and fill the glasses to the top
Then put paper into his machine and wait for those ghosts to come
He'd say, we all have our roles to play
Yeah, we all have our roles to play
It's just another day at the Penny Picture Show
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3. |
Ghosts
04:10
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I feel you here with me
The ghosts who walk these run down streets
And I can almost hear you breathing
I try so hard to see
These same stones beneath our feet
And I feel the weight of your heartbeat
I feel your eyes on me
Drifting through my waking dreams
And we're dancing in the run down streets
It's more than what it seems
Can't you hear the people scream
And I feel the weight of your heartbeat
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4. |
Brush it Away
05:31
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Will they see
All those sleepless nights
Will they see
The icicles on my face
They look like diamonds
At least in this light
Will they see
The icicles on my face
Brush it away, brush it away, brush it away
Let's take those years off of you today
Brush it away, brush it away, brush it away
You won't recognize yourself today
Brush it away, brush it away, brush it away
Away
Will they see
I'm walking over broken bottles
Will they see
How little I have to say
Feels like
I'm just repeating myself
Will they see
How little I have to say
Brush it away, brush it away, brush it away
Let's take those years off of you today
Brush it away, brush it away, brush it away
You won't recognize yourself today
Brush it away, brush it away, brush it away
Away
Will they see
I tried to throw in the towel
Will they see
The cuts on my hands
Feels like
This should be someone else
Will they see
The cuts on my hands
Brush it away, brush it away, brush it away
Let's take those years off of you today
Brush it away, brush it away, brush it away
You won't recognize yourself today
Brush it away, brush it away, brush it away
Away
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5. |
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My words ran away today
But that's OK
My words ran away today
My words ran away today
But that's OK
My words ran away today
They left me in a dream
Like the writing on the wall
Must've gotten loose last night when I
Was sleeping in the hall
My words ran away today
But that's OK
My words ran away today
My words ran away today
But that's OK
My words ran away today
Can't believe my ears
I think they're falling down the stairs
A whole lot of talking going on
But there's simply nothing there
My words ran away today
But that's OK
My words ran away today
My words ran away today
But that's OK
My words ran away today
I've got them on the run
But I sure don't know what it means
Right when it's all sorted out
That's when I wake up it seems
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Look outside, the sky is falling
Preacher Joe must be on his way
The raven's gone the rooster's calling
But Joe was king today
He was kicked to the curb
Holy Commotion
But he finally had something to say
Preach it Joe
Joe was a buckshot preacher with the gift of gab
With curly blonde hair and green eyes
Hymnals and hymens, neither stood a chance
He was shooting from the hips, for Christ
His gospel might not get you into heaven
But it'll sure get you through the night
Hey Hey, Preacher Joe
They'll hunt you down for sure
Hey Hey, Preacher Joe
Now look it up, Joe would say
Here's what the Good Book's got for you
You've got to spend your time down on your knees
Come with me, I'll show you whatcha gotta do
All the church ladies were faithful disciples
If only the bishop knew
Joe kept his Bible in between his legs
He had a new scripture reader every night
They'd be begging for a taste of his Holy Commotion
In return for donations, it's only right
It was all fun and games and dollar bills
Till they caught him with the organist's wife
Now dead men keep tracking poor old Joe
They're trying to keep him in their sights
They're counting his sins two by two
On their barbed wire abacus at night
He's got a Molotov cocktail in his kitchen sink
But he's still bathing in Turkish delight
Hey Hey, Preacher Joe
They'll hunt you down for sure
Hey Hey, Preacher Joe
They finally caught up with Joe outside of town
And stuck a couple nails in his wrists
They beat that pretty blonde face to a bloody pulp
But Joe knew the risks
There might be a stranger way to make a couple of bucks
But none quite as fun as this
Now you'll find Joe out walking the streets
There's still a little light in his eyes
He's some kind of Moses in mohair with tin-foil shoes
A fire sale consolation prize
You know he still look good if you catch him in the right light
Hey Hey, Preacher Joe
They'll hunt you down for sure
Hey Hey, Preacher Joe
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7. |
Walking Song
05:24
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This room should be singing
But its echoes are all marble and stone
If I could go curl up inside that jukebox I would
I think I'd like that for my new home
I left the cabaret carrying a piano up the hill
It's all wood and wire and soul
I should be walking on my name downtown
But I've been kept here down in this hole
I like those shoes I can tell you where you got them
Different street but they're all the same
Let's find a bottle that we can go cozy up with
Maybe a nice porch where we can wait out the rain
This room should be dancing
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8. |
Sold My Guitar
04:02
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I sold my guitar today
This might be the last song I ever play
I sold my guitar today
I sold my guitar today
It was only worth twenty dollars anyway
I sold my guitar today
I don't want to say goodbye
But you know what it's like
I don't want to say goodbye
Maybe I'll head back home
At least they got good songs on the radio
Maybe I'll head back home
I like to watch the sky at night
Maybe someday it will teach us how to fly
I like to watch the sky at night
I sold my guitar today
This might be the last song I ever play
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9. |
I Wish It Was Raining
04:34
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Ooh I wish it was raining
Maybe then you'd see
What I do
Ooh I wish I was saying
All those pretty things
Just for you
If only it would rain
I wish it was raining
Ooh could I persuade you
Take a closer look
At what I got left
Ooh I know we erased it
Said farewell
Wished each other the best
If only it would rain
I wish it was raining
Ooh there's days when the whiskey
Won't write the words
That I want
Ooh there's nights in the city
Where I have no clue
How to start
If only it would rain
I wish it was raining
Ooh the letters were fading
Miles ago
I lost my pen
Ooh I wish I was saying
All those pretty things
Inside my head
If only it would rain
I wish it was raining
I wish it was raining
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10. |
Have Your Pick of Poison
04:54
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Have your pick of poison
Nostalgia is mine
A rosy colored tonic
One drop clears the mind
Have your pick of poison
Nostalgia is mine
Where did the time go
How did we get here
Where did the time go
Where did the time go
How did we get here
Where did the time go
Can you hear the voices
Can you see the signs
A rosy colored cabaret
Reaching back in time
Can you hear the voices
Can you see the signs
Where did the time go
How did we get here
Where did the time go
Where did the time go
How did we get here
Where did the time go
Have your pick of poison
Nostalgia is mine
Have you heard the voices
Have you see the signs
Have your pick of poison
Nostalgia is mine
Where did the time go
How did we get here
Where did the time go
Where did the time go
How did we get here
Where did the time go
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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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