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Music blues traveler (instrumental)
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I saw a way worn traveler in tattered garments clad. And struggling up the mountain, it seemed that he was sad. His back was laden heavy, his strength was almost gone. But he shouted as he
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I'm taken aback. But still I let it ride. No sudden movements. I ease my hand real slow. Then my hands are like lightning. And the bullets start to fly. I was almost in the clear too. With
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My heart's the sun and the storm. Always in two separate ways. The conflict leaving me torn. While a compromise stays. My heart's the sun and the storm. . My heart's the storm and the sun. Who
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Never you mind at the storm, honey. Never you mind the lightning. Dawn gonna make the day warm, honey. Sun gonna make the day bring. . Hold you till it comes. Just water falling down. The
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Sometimes when you worry. The tendency to hurry. Can make your vision blurry. And blind you. You might shake and you might stammer. Or dance like mc hammer. But could that pomp and glamour
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When you're living in a series of atmospheres. You don't stand upon the world, but within it. And the faster that you move, the lighter you become. The farther out you go, the better the view
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, can you feel the same?. Ooo, you gotta love that pain. Ooo, it looks like rain again. Ooo, feel it comin' in. The mountains win again. The mountains win again Dreams we dreamed that night were
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know I travel the world but I don't go no place. And I got you to blame and the smile on your face. You know I look in your eyes I see a part of me there. So excuse my directness, but I just don't
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how much she rocked ya. . Ooh can you feel the same. Ooh you gotta love the pain. Ooh it looks like rain again. Ooh I feel it comin' in. The mountains win again. The mountains win again
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It's been a while since I've left home but I'm coming on back today. Kinda funny but I picture it only exactly as it was back in the day. Sure enough when the train pulls in there's so little that
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Ya know,. There's this park, you see, in new york. That's what this song is about. Where we used to grow up. And, um, hang around. And then we started moving on. And started going on the road
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When our toasters finally come to kill us. A creator complex will fulfill us. Follow me down near the road ahead. Where we mean everything that we've ever said. Destination overload it can't be
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never looks at what he rapes And who am I to say I don't understand it?. And if feelin' better justifies the thrill. An' who'd be stupid enough to say it doesn't have to be that way?. I will Sing a
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hard and as long as she could. She knew her dream needed all the love she could give it. For it to do her any good One night her heart spoke in a dream. It told her if you really love this believe
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The traveler is always leaving town. He never has the time to turn around. And if the road he's taken isn't leading anywhere. He seems to be completely unaware The traveler is always leaving home
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It is a cold winter, away is the songbird. And gone is her traveler, she waits at home. The sun is on holiday, no leaves on the trees. The animals sleep while cold north wind blows The snowflakes
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Bagheera walked into the bar. And poured himself a drink. His fur was stained with the blook of monkeys. And he needed time to think The man at the bar said. "What are you doing here?". Bagheera
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Raise your head, meagerest of fledglings. And breathe in deep and cease to cry. For life it beats within you to fix upon the sky. And fix upon the sky and fix, fix upon The sky is beckoning your
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With an air of indignation. Smiles a painted porcelain face. And we're supposed to trust this. Decorum has it's place. But you and I beyond that. With a question I might ask. "How suddenly the
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You, with your hand outstretched. Finger on the key. This lock that you release. Is opening but isn't free. And I hope that you can see. How it beats inside of me. Instead of pushing fear aside
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Stand, stand and walk. Tragedy is cheap and so is talk. The decision yours to make, what will you do?. In the end it comes back to you. 'Cause it's a long way to fall Thunder, don't scare me at
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sense of the word. You see for us security means a harmony. According to only what we have heard And this along and nothing less. Will ease our heart and our mind. In the hopes that in feeling free
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Words by j. popper music by t. anastasio and j. popper comes the time for christmas. And I really have to ask. If this is feeling merry. How much longer must it last. I wish a one horse open
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Once upon a midnight dearie. I woke with something in my head. I couldn't escape the memory. Of a phone call and of what you said. Like a game show contestant with a parting gift. I could not
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I walk right by him and he's freezing his ass off. He could be dead I'm supposed to walk away. I won't remember a thing come the summertime. Handful of quarters make me feel okay Aah ah, who's
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dancing, she'd danced till dawn. She'd dance till the people and the liquor were gone She kept on dancing as the crowd grew large. When it came to grooving, you know she was in charge. She still finds
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And if my two left feet could settle down and split the difference. Tripping over myself in every way that I know how. Perhaps in time I could surpass my coy facade of vast indifference. But I've
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alone. I'm alone. I'm alone. I'm alone Beauty and the beast. Was how it seemed to be. A love like hers. Ain't meant for guys like me. Some call me crazy. Some politely call me free You see, she
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Well, I'm on the road. And I've traveled so far. Through the roads and winding hills. It seems my travels never still And I ride through the wind. Rain, sleet or snow. And will I ever stop. If
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way. A traveler is far away from home. He sheds his coat and quietly sinks into the back row. The weight of their judgmental glances. Tells him that his chances are better out on the road. But if we are
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Step in from the rain. It's the nightingales on 2nd Avenue. And I can't complain. It's a busy night. The regulars know me But all the same they decide I'm alright. Whiskey hit me fast. Don't
