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| 4:24 | 
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Sunny came home to her favorite room
Sunny sat down in the kitchen She opened a book and a box of tools Sunny came home with a mission She says days go by I'm hypnotized I'm walking on a wire I close my eyes and fly out of my mind Into the fire Sunny came home with a list of names She didn't believe in transcendence It's time for a few small repairs she said Sunny came home with a vengeance She says days go by I don't know why I'm walking on a wire I close my eyes and fly out of my mind Into the fire Get the kids and bring a sweater Dry is good and wind is better Count the years you always knew it Strike a match go on and do it Days go by I'm hypnotized I'm walking on a wire I close my eyes and fly out of my mind Into the fire Light the sky and hold on tight The world is burning down She's out there on her own and she's alright Sunny came home Sunny came home |
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| 2. |
| 4:15 |
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Go jump in the lake, go ride up the hill
Get out of this house It's a house of your making, it's a house of ill will Get out of this house Go listen to Buddha, go listen to Joe Get out of this house If anyone asks, you tell them you don't know Get out of this house I spent eleven long years in a hot house zone I spent twentynine more trying to get home Well I never got home, but I did what I did And I got myself this house and you can't come in I'm the queen of my castle, I'm the king of my room Get out of this house I got more than I need, more than I ever could use Get out of this house I spent seventeen years trying to save my soul I spent twentythree more down in the hole Now my soul is alright but I might get found out I got myself this house now and I can't get out If I see you again it will be in my head at the end of a cloud If you see me again it will be in your head telling you to get out You act like a baby, you talk like a fool Get out of this house Go back to your mama, go back to high school Get out of this house Go jump in the lake, go jump out the door Get out of this house I've had all I can stand and I can't stand no more Get out of this house Get out of this house |
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| 3. |
| 5:22 |
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Jimmy is married and he lives down south
His wife lives somewhere colder He sees another woman in a badlands town And she cries upon his shoulder Jimmy thinks that he's a helpless man He thinks about love in a vacuum And he won't remember that talk you had When you were walking into the bedroom He'll say I don't know why we met The simple truth is always the best C'est la vie - what's done is done And there's somebody for everyone Jimmy has debts and Jimmy has ties That he can't get out from under If you look far enough into his eyes It'll rock you just like thunder Jimmy broke locks and Jimmy broke bolts Just to get himself out from under When you feel like you're lying in a prison cell It'll kind of make you wonder He'll say it's destiny we met The simple truth is always the best Don't you see what's done is done And there's somebody for everyone I used to get drunk to get my spark And it used to work just fine It made me wretched but it gave me heart I miss Jimmy like I miss my wine Jimmy as if you didn't know by now Let me tell you a thing or two Everybody might have someone But everyone falls in love with you... He'll say you get just what you get The simple truth is always the best Don't you see what's done is done? And there's somebody for everyone S.C. - vocal John Leventhal - guitars, keyboards, percussion, horn arrangement Lyle Lovett - harmony Michael Rhodes - bass Shawn Pelton - drums Larry Farrell - trombone Bob Carlisle - french horn Tony Kadlek - flugel horn Rick DePofi - bass clarinet, Mel 1996 AGF Music Ltd./Scred Songs, admin. by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Lev-A-Tunes (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission |
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| 4. |
| 4:05 |
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Hold me down to anything
Anything that you see I should walk away right now I'll be there, so never mind I'll be the one to fall Waiting for you to look up at me Oh I love you the most Always giving up the ghost In your own private conversation You're a sweet mystery There is nothing in between You and the Mona Lisa Nothing in particular And everything in between This is what you mean to me Only you and only me Climbing in the right direction On the way to everything We were walking up high And no one thought to try But I was the one to blame And it was just a mirage So I hid in the garage 'Til somebody called your name Oh I love you the most Always giving up the ghost In your own private conversation You're a sweet mystery And there's nothing in between You and the Mona Lisa Nothing in particular Just you and the Mona Lisa... Nothing in particular Just you and the Mona Lisa.. Nothing in particular Just you and the Mona Lisa.. Nothing in particular Nothing in particular Just you and the Mona Lisa.. Just you and the Mona Lisa.. Nothing in particular Just you and the Mona Lisa.. Nothing in particular Just you and the Mona Lisa.. Nothing in particular Just you and the Mona Lisa.. |
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| 5. |
| 4:17 |
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Baby let me set you down
You look so troubled and I think I know Just when you think you've come around There you go Now I know the business of the heart And it'll get you anyway it can You need someone to walk with in the dark, well I'm your man I go to the trouble like a magnet That's where I'll be Trouble is just a place to sing It's what you need I swear you look like you're in jail And all at once you're halfway out the door One foot dancing, one foot nailed To the floor Chasing those circles in the ground The same old shit is still the same old lie Just when you think you've got it down Watch it fly I go to the trouble like a light Or like a dare Trouble is just a friend to me, I know It'll always be there It's really hard to make your peace So give me some credit for the hell I've paid This world's a blessing and a beast Everyday So come on baby let me show you how The less you know the more I comprehend You don't have to drag me down I descend I go to the trouble and I like it That's where I'll be Trouble is just like love, if it's half the way It's all I can see And it's just what you need S.C. - acoustic guitar, vocal John Leventhal - guitars, bass, keyboards, percussion Shawn Pelton - drums, percussion 1996 AGF Music Ltd./Scred Songs, admin. by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Lev-A-Tunes (ASCAP)/Songs of Polygram Int'l, Inc. (BMI)/Door Number One Music (BMI) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission. |
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| 6. |
| 4:55 |
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I lost the thread, I lost the map
It's not a feeling, it's a fact I had it once, I was on track Why won't it stay? I want it back I see you there in that magazine You're looking smart, you sound supreme You got such lip, you know the street You been around, you took some heat You mighta killed, you might be cruel You might be stupid but we love you You're in the paper, you're in the air You're in my head, you're everywhere I want it back You're so extreme, you're feast or famine You got one mission, just like a salmon You said in life, mistakes are many How come you never admit to any? Are you for real or are you bluffing? You really get me, famous for nothing And every morning you got a name In a world where people all look the same I want it back I can't give love, I don't know how I write in code so you won't know I was on drugs, I took a nap I didn't mean it, I want it back I dreamed again of paradise I floated steady, it felt so nice to sell your soul, just think of that I'm halfway there, I want it back I want it back |
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| 7. |
| 3:11 |
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All the happy couples on their way to New Orleans
Reminding me of when we got along They're only renting time and space to fill up with their dreams And dreams are what they'll have when they have gone How could it be that I was born without a clue to carry on And still it is the same now I am older Armed with just a will and then this love for singing songs And minding less and less if I am colder But I have this funny ache and it's burning in my chest And it spreads just like a fire inside my body Is it something God left out in my spirit or my flesh Would I be saved if I were brave and had a baby It was never clear what would come but that's the risk and that's the test And you were the only one so far to follow And no one talks about when one might stop and need to rest Or how long you sit alone before you stop looking back It's like you're waiting for Godot And then you pick your sorry ass up off the street and Go... And what the hell is this? Who made this bloody mess? And someone always answers like a martyr Is it something you should know, did you never do your best Would you be saved if you were brave and just tried harder So now I ride the ought one thirtyfive to New Orleans I float a mile above life's toil and trouble A thousand lonely lifetimes I still wait and then go on A clown to entertain the happy couples |
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| 8. |
| 3:39 |
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Down at the train they go to Independence everyday
But anywhere else now seems like a million miles away And I must have been high to believe that I would ever leave Now I'm just a flat fine line like the Wichita skyline I rode on the airstream across the great lonesome afternoon I wished hard enough to hurt, drove fast enough to catch the moon But I must have been dreaming again 'cause there's nothing around the bend Except for that flat fine line, the Wichita skyline As far as Salina I can get that good station from LaRue I'm searching the dial while I'm scanning the sky for a patch of blue And I watch the black clouds roll in chasing me back again Back to the flat fine line, the Wichita skyline S.C. - acoustic guitar, vocal John Leventhal - guitars, bass, keyboards, percussion, string arrangement Shawn Pelton - drums Sandra Park - violin Carol Webb - violin Robert Rinehart - viola Eugene Moye - cello 1996 AGF Music Ltd./Scred Songs, admin. by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Lev-A-Tunes (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission. |
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| 9. |
| 4:01 |
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Good love
bad love good love yeah My time your time my time yeah 84,000 different delusions Take a ride in the car 84,000 different delusions Good times bad times good times yeah Our world their world our world yeah 84,000 different delusions Meet me down at the bar 84,000 different delusions Go look at the lake, please Go look at the sky Go look at a baby We're all gonna die 84,000 different delusions We don't know who we are 84,000 different delusions We don't get very far 84,000 different delusions Everyone is a star 84,000 different delusions... S.C. - acoustic guitar, vocals John Leventhal - guitars, percussion, vocals, keyboards Michael Rhodes - bass Shawn Pelton - drums Rick DePofi - recorder, piccolo 1996 AGF Music Ltd./Scred Songs, admin. by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP)/Lev-A-Tunes (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission. |
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| 10. |
| 5:29 |
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Wait for me by the banshee tree
Let me be your wailing companion Pass 'em on by don't look 'em in the eye Suicide Alley is callin' You thought you were dreaming You could wake up dead And you'll never know what's real All this damage is runnin' loose in your head And it really matters to me Oh no baby don't go Walkin' down Suicide Alley Downtown baby it's a million to one You might as well name your poison And stand in line by the exit sign Suicide Alley is waiting You're a loose cannonball on a sinking ship From the belly of the beast, shot from the hip But you don't have to be going down the dark hall You're not tied to the chair, you're not nailed to the wall Oh, no, baby don't go Walkin' down Suicide Alley Sitting naked by the window in the middle of the night I can see you wearing your halo If only in the daybreak of the dirty street light I know baby wasn't born to follow You know I wasn't born I was spat out at a wall And nobody even knew my name The sun hatched me out, cradle and all On the corner of First and Insane For the souls of the departed and the renegades of love You and me we gotta be all we dreamed of In the ruins of mischief through the ravages of time You got a place in this world of mine Oh, no, baby don't go Walkin' down Suicide Alley |
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| 11. |
| 3:34 |
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This is your new thing now
Naked as a rose Everything exposed But not quite This is your new thing now Cards out on the table A genius with no label But not quite, not quite God, I swear it's good to be back home Waiting for the newest Rolling Stone All the other girls are still at war The best and worst of 1994 Sometimes I see the half and not the whole Sometimes I see the face and not the soul Sometimes I think this place has no part For anyone who ever had a heart This is your new thing now And it looks so good in print Just a poet and her pimps But not quite This is your new thing now A prom dress and a sneer The woman of the year But not quite, not quite Gee, it's good to see a dream come true People smile and bless all over you Mixing up those latest junkie-isms With all the pretty terms of religion And don't you love the leader of the band Equal parts Butthead and Peter Pan All the other kids are sad again A legend's not a legend 'til it ends This is your new thing now And it makes the whole world spin It's as least as old as sin But not quite This is your new thing now And now you're turning grinning But maybe no one's listening And you might lose it all my darling, yes you might This is your new thing now And it feels so good to doubt you I could almost live without you But not quite S.C. - acoustic guitar, vocal John Leventhal - keyboards, electric guitar, bass 1996 AGF Music Ltd./Scred Songs, admin. by WB Music Corp. (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved. Used By Permission. |
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| 12. |
| 3:56 |
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Well I don't tell jokes And I don't take notes You been sayin there ain't much hope You got nothin on me I got friends uptown And they don't talk down They been keepin me safe and sound We got somethin to be So in case you hadn't noticed I'm alright Not like I was before Things used to be so hopeless But not tonight Tonight I'm walkin out that door I'm not gonna cry I'm wavin goodbye And I know this time You got nothin on me Well it ain't that tough Just more of the usual stuff One heartache is more than enough There ain't nothin to see I got friends uptown And they still come 'round They been keepin me safe and sound We got somethin to be So don't you try to save me With your advice Or turn me into somebody else Cuz I'm not crazy and you're not nice Baby keep it to yourself I'm not gonna cry And I'm wavin goodbye And I know this time You got nothin on me I'm not gonna cry And I'm wavin goodbye And I know this time You got nothin on me I'm not gonna cry And I'm wavin goodbye And I know this time You got nothin on me |
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Trackback from :: 자기만의 방 :: 2008-02-03 10:24:58
Subject : 뮤지스탤지아에서 들어본 - Shawn Colvin(Sunny came home)
