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Without Me
03:06
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The way through Phoenix
It felt like a movie
We were just two kids
Acting the part
A caffeine heartache
A new beginning
The dreaded thought that this
Could be the start of something that we can't stop
And I swore to the man who pulled the strings
That you'd be better off
Without me
Without me
Without me
Burning pictures
Sweeping up the ashes
With love on the trigger
We just had to laugh
But in late September
The glass was empty again
Those city lights warmed my bones
While you sat restless and all alone
And I swore to the man who pulls the strings
That you'd be better off
Without me
Without me
Without me
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Lately I
03:23
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Lately I see things I've never seen
Lately I walk slower than before
Words I know sound so new to me
And all my new thoughts seem so used
I say goodnight to myself and I close my eyes
You won't hear me say I'd change a thing
Lately I see what you saw in me
Babe and that's not much to see
I'm learning to live
I'm learning to live
I'm learning to live
Without you now
Lately I can't get past what used to be
If these wall could talk what would they say
Well you don't want to hear what they'd say anyway
No you don't want to hear what they'd say anyway
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The first steps of a child
Where the sky meets the sea
It's holding too long
To jeans without knees
It's following footsteps
So a name can live on
It's never believing you've waited too long
It's climbing a mountain
It's swimming with sharks
It's leaving a light on
So he can see when it's dark
It's up before sunrise
To get out to the barn
It's a sticky-note reminder
With a smile and a heart
We're all here for a while
Then given back to the Earth
The impossible measure
Of this life and it's worth
Remember to notice
If you're world's crumbling down
Love is all around
You can hear it in the morning
As the breeze sweetly sings
It's the in-laws at Christmas
A big, wet kiss from Aunt Louise
It's being forced to stand up
To defend what is yours
It's even somewhere in war
We're all here for a while
Then given back to the Earth
The impossible measure
Of this life and it's worth
Remember to notice
If your world's crumbling down
Love is all around
It's written on pages
It's in tears falling down
Love is all around
There's no need to search
It can always be found
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Sunday Feeling
04:05
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Fire is red
My thoughts lie dead
Seeing is believing
With eyes on the ceiling
I want to build a nest inside your soul
Pull the curtains back so all will know
I've got that Sunday feeling again
I've got that Sunday feeling again
Still is a sound
With our hands bound
The first of January
Was hotter than the fourth of July
Search for the crease in a wordless lie
Trust the mask I face when bullets fly
I've got that Sunday feeling again
I've got that Sunday feeling again
I've got that Sunday feeling again
I've got that Sunday feeling again
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Ticket-Taker Blues
04:03
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I see you
Yeah you're smiling
My arms are crossed baby
I'm not smiling
Your face reads like a well-written page
Yeah I've got colors in my closet
I just prefer to wear gray
Now I feel it in my toes
Walking in my shoes
Written on my eyes I see it
Clear as glass
The moment has passed
and now I'm just stuck here singing these
Ticket-taker blues
Ticket-taker blues
I want to ride I want to ride too
Ticket-taker blues
Ticket-taker blues
I want to ride Mama I want to ride too
I see you
Yeah you're laughing
Look at me baby I'm not laughing
I'm patiently dying smoking my cigarette
You said, "I dig your T-shirt."
Yeah well I know what that meant now I
Wear it on my clothes
It's wearing on my soul
It's in my blood I feel it
Running through my veins
Pumping the same
As it was when I first heard these
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Faultline
03:57
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Retro fit stapled down
Matte finish lights of town
Situation null and void
Parking lot a splendid noise
Growing weary bad checks
Love in April Goddamn cigarettes
Hand me down a favorite line
Dead garden in the knick of time
I count my blessings on a fault line
I count my blessings on a fault line
While she's up there flying
High above the trees
Looking down on everything
Manhattan summer bad dream
Stolen car runs on kerosene
Tearful ending it's no surprise
Under seat underwear girl dry your eyes
Mysterious angel
Please train me to see
The opportunities in front of me
If I catch it in my hand
I promise I won't squeeze
So tightly I kill the dream
Classy lady chicken run
Blind child a loaded gun
1963
An unfortunate mystery
Forget Paris open door
Skip 3 on to World War 4
Dreadful weather it's safe to say
I didn't need your headaches anyway
I count my blessings on a fault line
I count my blessings on a fault line
I count my blessings on a fault line
I count my blessings on a fault line
While she's up there flying
High above the trees
She's up there flying
Looking down on everything
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Gus Moon Bainbridge, Indiana
As true to himself as Gus Moon can seem, when pick hits string and he pulls that first lyric up from his gut, he transforms. A Gus Moon show is as much a séance as it is a musical experience, as he melds personal experience, troubled characters, and often more-troubling narratives into many of his songs. He becomes the persona of the songs, like an actor might embody a role. -Patrick Barcus ... more
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