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Hearts
05:18
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Hearts
Close- so close
He never looks at me
But I hope to be close
A phone call, digital ping
X’s and O’s, add them up such a little thing
Please ring
Turn me into a thing
Close
Inside- I want to be inside her
Besides ok but better off inside her
But she doesn’t see
Looks away and I’m shy
But ok I still try
I want her and inside
Touch, just touch
I want to touch and be touched
With his body
I dream his body
He’s not rich but he sings
With wings and things
And little toe rings
That sing and sing
Touch
Hearts- 2 hearts
Such fragile things
Beating in parts
Hearts- say it- hearts
She never looks at me
But I know she knows I'm here
Because I'm driving nails into her stubborn forehead
Hearts
Trust, truth, touch and hearts
Him and her and them in parts
D A D A G A D – capo 4
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2. |
Big Sigh
04:14
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Big Sigh
My dreams about you honey and your always only mine
It’s a real good love, the kind that's hard to find
You'd say Happy, where have you been so long
I've been looking for you sugar now help yourself
Come on, come on, come on
My dreams about your loving and what you like to do
With your King Kong daddy in the afternoon
It'd be little toe chains and just to see you smile
I'd dance for you naked slow for awhile
My dreams about you darling and what I'd really say
With an open heart and month of long days
Words are really nothing, a chance to be near
What really matters most is going on right down here
It’s a big dream
She’s a big high
She’s a big honey
And it’s a big sigh
My dreams about your eyes and your legs around mine
Shiney all over and happy with a real big sigh
No work that we really had to do
It's a locked out world; inside of that
more of me for you
fit together pieces, knots undone
mutual respect, best friends
and always with a smile and lots of fun
refrain
D#F#B F#B D# capo 2 Gm harp
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3. |
Glitterati
04:25
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Glitterati
Stink or swim
Safety pin
Blasted looks
Glitterati skin
Passed the test of time
Only to encumber
Plant a pine
Where stillness slept
Right again
The wrong one wins
Passed the test of time
The curse grew humble
And hey you!
You almost blew my cover
Hey you!
You almost blew my cover
Melted ways
Got truth today
Stoked the furnace
Made me nervous
The blind leading the bland
To horsy water
On Fidalgo street
You laughed like hell
Hand-pressed curls
And Siamese shells
The blind leading the bland
To bold convictions
chorus
And who's the savage now?
And where is all her bluster?
Beneath this frantic shroud
Will it hurt?
Will it hurt?
If there is nothing ever after?
You almost blew my cover (repeat)
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4. |
Cable Ballad Blues
04:22
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Cable Ballad Blues
Working the new job, the new kid in town,
Working class white trash folks always putting down
Assholes, I just call them assholes
But I remember Grandpa smiling, talking to me
Saying, “boy be steady, eat your black-eyed peas
You can take it on your shoulder
So don’t be getting wild
Remember what I tell you and you’ll do your Pappy proud"
So I don’t say anything, I don’t let it show
I get on with my business always making a joke
But I’m watching, adding it up and watching
The hiding place, the double locked doors
The display case and what the combinations for
I can’t own it, but maybe I can hold it
I got my chrome plated hide-away gun
I got my high-top shoes
I got a bad case of friendly here
And these I-want-to-get-away-from-here
Cable Ballad Blues
Breakdown shotgun in a pillowcase
Will make a difference you can use
If push comes to shove and all else fails
It’s the little things you know that will do
So go ahead take it back in the woods
I’m going to check back on the trail
We worked too hard to come this far
Now’s not the time to get lazy and fail
Because there ain’t no innocence in the world anymore
I don’t care what they say
I ain’t’ trusting nobody
Especially if they’re coming up this way
I’ve got my chrome plated hide-away gun
I’ve got my high-top shoes
I’ve got a pocketful of nothing way too long
And the I-aim-to-get-away-from-here
Cable Ballad blues
Country folk learn early
How to hold hard and sell dear
And I aim to apply those lessons
To every little bit of what I’m doing here
Because I can’t even hardly help myself
No matter how I try and change
This one’s been a long time coming
And I ain't gonna let it get away
Because I’m not going back to no mountain
And I’ll never have a college degree
Besides, rich folk here have got enough for two
Or they can plant my ass underneath a tree
I’ve got a chrome plated, hide-away gun
I’ve got my high-top shoes
I’ve got a dream of leaving I’ve held too long
And these I-aim-to-get-away-from-here-and-never-come-back
Cable Ballad blues.
E A C# G A E capo-8
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5. |
He's Still Drinking
01:03
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6. |
Level 20
03:33
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Level 20
The blistered door, the rusted gate
The cinder path on a dead-end lane
Designed for gloom and no holiday
You know this
There is no map to mark the maze
Uniform colors is the going wage
Judged by how much you take and won’t swallow
Consciousness and burning at the cities edge
Everybody here is no accident
The midnight-blue are no gentle men, no gentlemen
Take another bite of the sunshine
Add another crack you won’t see
Just another wrinkle in the world up here
Living level 20, number 43
5000 souls stretched 25 high
Nobody breathe but in harmony sigh
Our fathers know, have the answers why
But who follows?
New lawgivers for the promised land
More concrete, another paper plan
But with muscle and blood we build with our stand
For tomorrow
Chorus
The wages to win, disappointing fruit
Born to advantage, no substitutes
Weed what you want but it takes no root and is hollow
Time bomb ticking with quarter notes
Learn the beat easy with the skipping rope
Harbingers awful.
Chorus
C G C G C D# capo 2
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7. |
No Distance Left To Run
03:58
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8. |
Evergreen
03:44
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Evergreen
I want nothing that I know
Nothing that I see
This is how the world ends
But how I need it to be
Unhomed
I want nothing that I know
No one I’ve ever seen
Roots grinding down cobbled streets
Untribed, disconnected but alive
Disconnected but Evergreen
Evergreen (2x)
Chorus: you don’t know what it’s like
To be alone so much
But what’s wrong with that
And if it’s what you must
You don’t know what it’s like
To love somebody
That you can’t love
That you need to love
And you know you must
I want nothing that I know
No where I’ve been before
Darling coastal super chief
Pale-eyed thorn
I want nothing that I know
No part of what I’ve been
Old song to have to sing
Or self to have to bend
Unknown, between but, unknown
And Evergreen
Always Evergreen
Evergreen
D G B G B D
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9. |
Work Song
04:25
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Work Song
Standing around just looking, never been known to help
Sometimes you’ve got to bend over friend
Reach down and help yourself
Roll up your sleeves
Way too damn much whining, nothing but a waste of time
It’s life, you’ve got to gamble, spend 2 maybe get you 5
Roll up your sleeves
School book education, lessons learned out on the streets
I wonder if it really matters
Still gotta find what you need
Roll up sleeves (2x)
Do a lot of doing nothing,
But that's something I’m told
Don’t be afraid of hard luck
you’ll find what you can hold
Talk about your need to do
You talk about your need to go
Just more words and blah, blah
Still gotta move your butt to go
Roll up your sleeves (3x)
And work,
Going to have to
Need a little, want a little
Have to have
Want to have to
I am not the one to point fingers
I'm the worst of the lot
Clearly see what isn't there
Exactly what I haven’t got
Repeat 2nd verse
And work
Gotta have
Want to have
Have to have
Want to have
Gotta have
I want to have
Need a little
Want a little
D G D G A#D
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10. |
Oliva
01:30
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11. |
Streets Of Stone
06:54
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Streets Of Stone
It’s a hard wind tonight that blows
Tips the nests of all the crows
And the shape of all is shuttered fast
For what gathers here to leap, rend and smash
I walk the streets of stone
Winter has finally arrived and fast
Cold chimneys lit and fast
The high, yellow light upon the hill
With the crucifix form and the window sill
But not she sighs, for beauty
I miss the kiss both long and slow
Her full lips and what they know
And holding
And it’s me again the late, late show
Fold up with crumpled notes
And knowing
Wind moans in different keys
As the Weaver weaves what he wants to weave
Seemingly set deliberately
But the sense of what it is I fail to see
And she agreed
The river flowing, frozen ok,
We’re not getting out, new plans made
So it’s back to the kitchen, mansion of thieves
Plotting and planning, not at all pleased
But there I suppose we must go
I miss her breath, narcotic kiss
Well dark eyes, fingertips
The slowing
It’s me again but where’d I go
Some left turn stole the show
A folding, folding
Shadows spill
Promises made
Echo still, no time to fade
But I guessed it long ago
The bitter, the learning and the letter came slow
It's down to me with the match and the flames
At the edge of forever she just smiled, then waved
I miss her more than being whole
Common sense but what do I know
And it's showing
It's me again, the late, late show
Out again on street of stone
And knowing, knowing
D# G A# G A# D - capo 4
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Terry Lee Hale Marseille, France
Currently a resident in Marseille, Hale has been releasing albums for more than three decades. Hale’s work is stubborn and transcendent of genres and deeply evocative in a way that only a true original can be.
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