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Welcome the Change
04:22
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I was thinking tomorrow, but I just might leave today
Because more and more, these city streets all seem to lead one way
And that scenery is constant- the landscapes are so plain-
Therefore, I welcome the change.
I welcome anything that is anything separate from where I stand.
I'll proudly brave this New World that exists outside of your hand.
I'll be a shadow to you Honey- I'll become the land
But don't be surprised if I'm hard to find (cause I'll know where I am)
I'll be changing.
I welcome the change.
I'm in love with the stars because I envy how they hang
As constant constellations in an ever changing space.
I've been alive for one instant and I can already feel me fade-
Unlike them, I've begun to blend like one color against the same
And that ain't me
So, I welcome the change.
My heart forgets the beat- it slows then rushes in
And it hangs on every single word that has ever crossed your lip.
It slows down to a standstill drunkard in the wind
And right in time with the downbeat, it catches on again.
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The Road
04:15
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From where I am, I can see where I need to be;
It's a long way down and one million miles from me.
Never once did the distance daunt a ramblin' man
So, I'll lead with my boot heels, followed by an empty hand.
I'm not the kind of guy that believes in fate
But I'm also not the type to deny how well you're made.
Since I like the way you move,
I'm prepared to wait until you're ready to go because
All I'd give, to have your hand on my way down the Road.
Alone I'm fine, but with you, I've got all I need
And you can rest your lovely eyes because you've found that in me.
My heart is on my sleeve and pinned in that sunset-
I think it looks like you all pretty, pink and violet.
I'm not the kind of guy that believes in fate
But I'm also not the type to deny how well you're made.
Since I love the way you move,
I'm prepared to wait until you're ready to go because
All I'd give, to have your hand on my way down the Road.
From where I am, I can see where I need to be
But it involves one road
And I would love to have you walking with me.
I'm not the kind of guy that believes in fate
But I'm also not the type to deny how well you're made.
Since I'm wild about the way you move,
I'm prepared to wait until you're ready to go because
All I'd give, to have your hand on my way down the Road.
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3. |
I Get No Sleep
05:55
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I get no sleep,
Try as I might,
Because I don't see no day
And there is sure as hell no night.
No, it's somewhere in between
The Dawn's haze and dream
And Nothing's ever seem more real
Than this ceiling that I see.
I get no sleep with these trains inside my head.
As far as I can see, I've got tracks running down both sides.
What started as a steady hum
Became a war-time drum
And eventually north and southbound collide.
I get no sleep with these trains inside my head.
Then, history repeats
And the city never sleeps
And I can hear those trains
No matter how soft they creep.
Can you hear them world?
The wolves are at my door;
I've got nothing to my name
And still they ask for more.
I get no sleep with these trains inside my head.
As far as I can see, I've got tracks running down both sides.
What started as a steady hum
Became a war-time drum
And eventually north and southbound collide.
I get no sleep with these trains inside my head.
I get no sleep with these trains inside my head.
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Great Man's Funeral
04:03
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There is one thing certain in this life;
If you breathe, one day you will die.
With any luck they'll show up in a line
Making sure that your memory is soaked in wine.
It's a great man's funeral;
His passing is one bittersweet parade.
I do believe you're gone before your time
And that my days in your sunshine were kind
And the education gained along the way
Was good as gold and all its accolades.
It's a great man's funeral;
His passing is one bittersweet parade.
Somewhere on this great timeline
I'm confident they'll call this a Golden Day.
I'm a better man for bleeding almost dry
And my bag of bones is a medal of that pride.
I can't believe we lived to tell how we survived
(Beause it seems to me) we starved 40 days and nights.
It's a great man's funeral;
His passing is one bittersweet parade.
Somewhere on this great timeline
I'm confident they'll call this a Golden Day.
If there was ever one thing certain in this life,
It is: If you breathe, one day you will die.
But look at them, standing in a line,
Making sure that your memory is soaked in wine.
It's a great man's funeral;
His passing is one bittersweet parade.
Somewhere on this great timeline
I'm confident they'll call this a Golden Day.
It's a great man's funeral;
His passing is one bittersweet parade
And the simple fact I knew him when
Will long and always be my claim to fame.
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5. |
You Already Know
04:55
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A city girl in her heels
But made up of small town bones.
She was loud and soft
(Somehow it was all at once)
And I could not get enough.
I made plans to go to the grave
And hold her high to the end
But she's impetuous
(Then there's me, maybe twice as much)-
Both too hell-bent to bend.
So, there's not room in this town for the both of us
And I feel that one of us should get up and go.
So, I drove by your house to tell you how I feel
And it looks like that's something you already know.
I know now not to make plans-
Don't fall in love with a breeze-
Don't start saving for wedding rings
Until she says yes in writing.
There's not room in this town for the both of us
And I feel that one of us should get up and go.
So, I drove by your house to tell you how I feel
And it looks like that's something you already know.
She might say, Get away!
Trust me, I wish I could,
Then I would be all well
And would not resign to see his face
Where once was mine
Each time I closed my eyes.
So, there's not room in this town for the both of us
And I feel that one of us should get up and go.
So, I drove by your house to tell you how I feel
And it looks like that's something you already know.
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As the Crow Flies
04:30
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I blew all the way down to Arizona
Then, like a leaf, I settled down into Rome
And somewhere in between me and Barcelona,
I heard the rush of the wind calling Home.
I could see seven miles into the distance
Before the earth began its curve out of site
And I leaned to the wind to feel a resistance;
To let me know I'm not a bird- I don't fly.
I won't take my time or circle 'round
Or weave my way through busy towns
Cause I could get lost if I missed a sign.
I'll take the shortest path between you and I
And cut right through in a perfect line
And come to you as the crow flies.
From where I stand my Home is like a middle daughter-
Just a dot, on a map, of a world
And I'm reminded wheels don't roll on water
So, tell me lies- tell me I am a bird.
I won't take my time or circle 'round
Or weave my way through busy towns
Cause I could get lost if I missed a sign.
I'll take the shortest path between you and I
And cut right through in a perfect line
And come to you as the crow flies.
I will come to you as the crow flies.
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7. |
Push That River
02:42
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If you had a heart, I might say you were The One
And it's been worth the battle spread across the year.
Since that's not the case, I am going over numbers
And calculating how to end The War-
I won't try to push that river anymore.
I remember it was sunset, out by the Hidden Cove
And I could see that there was leaving in your eye.
So, when I said: When I say I love you, I mean it to the bone.
We both knew your heart was miles from that shore
So, I won't try to push that river anymore.
I know that I could walk away,
Try to make you chase me,
Play the game of playing hard to get,
But I know just how my heart feels
So I will not lie to appease you.
Your Majesty, am I really such a bore?
I won't try to push that river anymore.
You wrote: If he doesn't come back,
He was never really yours
But now my knuckle is blood
From pounding at your door.
So, I'll leave it at I love you and I'll mean it to the bone
And I'll begin to mend
That red piece of me that was torn
And I won't try to push that river anymore.
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8. |
Explode
04:29
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What have I been doing?
What good could come from keeping it in?
I'm terrified of losing
But fighting wars a could never win.
I watch the seasons turn it over-
I watch the reasons change over and over
To different words-
But what's between the lines don't change.
I have seen my demons.
I have seen their faces- I've seen their eyes.
They are things I should be leaving
But in that mirror I see they're still mine.
I watch the seasons turn it over-
I watch the reasons change over and over
A different day
But the same old suffocate.
So, I feel to lighten up my load, I should explode.
I am far from empty
Cause what you don't let go is bound to build up
Or take you down a piece by piece-
Man, I'm in desperate need of your love.
In my bones I'm feeling older-
This war time has changed me-
I'm no doubt colder
And I will freeze here long before I burn.
So, I feel to lighten up my load,
I should open up and let the insides show
And explode.
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Blush
04:19
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Signs of a temperature rise spread across your face
And in an instant you know what Love is like.
When the skin colors crimson and rose,
And it burns your eyes,
As it crawls on your face
In disguise as this thing called Blush.
Underneath our clothes
We are just heart and bone-
The rest is empty space,
But, we can fill it,
When from the inside we grow like Butterflies
And the skin colors crimson and rose,
And it burns your eyes,
As it crawls on your face
In disguise as this thing called Blush.
Don't rush me now.
I could stay this way all day.
It's all on the skin-
When it colors crimson and rose,
And it burns your eyes,
As it crawls on your face
In disguise as this thing
That comes up rushing Love to the head-
It's nothing more than proof we're alive-
We are in orbit-
And with blood-red cheeks,
I could break at the seams
And the insides of me
Could float on above everything.
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10. |
Fight til Dying Day
03:47
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As long as there has been a song, I've felt it in my bones.
It was a gift from my dear mother and her father who passed on-
A long line of Music Makers and of soldiers for the Muse.
Oh, that boy in my war fell out of tune as he fell upon a couple grenades.
That boy in my war is still alive and he'll fight til Dying Day.
I crossed into California with a smile upon my face
But then I soon left San Francisco with my tail between my legs.
I swear, I was good as I could be on any given time of day
Still, that boy in my war saw the beach burn and the earth quake like a grenade.
That boy in my war is still alive and he'll fight til Dying Day.
He'll blow like leaves in the wind
But be proud just to know that at least he can be his own man-
Not that boy.
I burned a bridge in the desert and left Arizona northbound
And thought: If it's not in Salt Lake, is it Oregon where it'll be found?
On certain nights all the notes were bright and on others they would fade
And that boy in my war called out to god: To Hell with all the grenades!
That boy in my war is still alive and he'll fight til Dying Day.
He'll blow like leaves in the wind
But be proud just to know that at least he can be his own man-
Not that boy.
Now, every time I sing, it's just my confidences wearing thin
So I have to believe this lonely road would bring 'em back again.
I'm as good as I can be on every given time of day
And that boy in my war will no doubt rise in spite of a couple grenades.
That boy in my war is still alive and he'll fight til Dying Day.
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11. |
Wyoming
05:15
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The world started to run
With the turning of the sun.
Cities rose from towns
And Quiet turned to Sound
But that place stayed the same-
That's Wyoming
So, the legends say
That explorers tried to explain
But the beauty that they found
Was too much to write down.
So, as fiction,
They believed to be Wyoming.
Where the clearest sunny days
Can quickly turn to rain
But we don't mind,
Because all of the sweetest smells remain.
I know Adam has never seen such a scene
(In neither Eden or his dream)-
Even Eve would stop to stare
At God's most perfect square.
That's one thing I believe;
He made Wyoming.
Where the clearest sunny days
Can quickly turn to rain
But we don't mind,
Because all of the sweetest smells remain.
All the years hang on the wind
Above this last good plot of land.
I hear it echo in the trees.
I hear it's whisper on my knees.
Even Dust can be a king
In Wyoming.
Yes, even Dust can be a king in Wyoming.
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Tyler Stenson Portland, Oregon
Tyler Stenson is singer/songwriter in Portland whose music is elegant at its core. Twice-named Portland's "Songwriter of the Year" by the Portland Songwriters Association and recently named "Best Male Artist" at the Portland Music Awards, Stenson's music is refreshingly reminiscent of classic singer-songwriter greats such as James Taylor and Cat Stevens. ... more
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