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Forty Years
02:14
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Climb the sycamores above the water
Watch the sunlight jumping in
A new way to live you hadn’t thought of
Brew a cup to drink on Monday morning
Watch the traffic when you merge
Forty years or more of toil and hoarding
Watch the window break the light in colors
Feel the wood beneath your knees
Let your heart become like smoke that’s rising
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Epic Summer
03:14
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This is the first year that I’ve been living on my own
I get home from work and watch the sitcoms all alone
Then you come skipping through the gate
Fireflies will light your way
To the epic summer
The epic summer
The epic summer when we fix your broken love again.
I’ve been hunting ‘round inside your junkyard of a heart
Finding things to salvage from the pieces and the parts
You say that you will never mend
We will start you up again
In the epic summer
The epic summer
The epic summer when we fix your broken love again.
I don’t say the things I want to say
I don’t do the things I want to do
I don’t think the things I don’t dare to think
When it comes to things between me and you.
Tell me tales and stories of the friends you’ve loved and lost
Yeah, we had our fun,
But we could never count the cost.
The purple coat that you would wear
I remember you were there
In the epic summer
The epic summer
The epic summer when we fix your broken love again.
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3. |
Look Back On
02:37
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Well, I know we’ve been around
And I know that we have watched
the clouds roll by
Our love is dead and gone.
The days when we walked arm in arm
are days I look back on.
Remember all the times we shared
Hold them in your strangled, fighting hand
That knew no command
The days when we walked arm in arm
are days I look back on.
I never learned to say goodbye
And as we part, it might just be as well.
I bid a fond farewell.
The days when we walked arm in arm
are days I look back on.
The days when we walked arm in arm
are days you look back on.
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Spare Key
02:46
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I’ve thought it through, and isn’t is clear
Beer is cheap, and friendship is dear
So, come over
I want you over
The kitchen smells like baking bread
I’m locked out inside my head
Come over
I want you over
You call me out, yeah, you
Call me out, yeah,
You call me out, yeah, you
Call me out, yeah,
You call me out. I see the light come on, yeah,
I see the light.
We’ll put the ghosts away tonight.
Little one
Most dearest to me
Will you take my own spare key
And come over
I need you over
Can’t you see the places I’ve been?
It’s raining out, so let me in
I’ll come over
I will come over
You call me out, yeah, you
Call me out, yeah,
You call me out, yeah, you
Call me out, yeah,
You call me out. I see the window light on
I see the light.
We’ll put the ghosts away tonight.
We’ll put the ghosts away tonight.
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Sweet Marissa
04:54
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It was on a crowded street; I was walking in a trance
She came on to me with questions and then asked me for a dance
A loser microwaves his breakfast,
But with her I have a chance
Oh, sweet Marissa, how I love you.
In a cabin by a lake I holed up tight with my CDs
She came in and cleaned me up, and she invited me to tea
And she said, “Put away your shotgun, babe,
you’re safe right here with me.”
Oh, sweet Marissa, how you move me.
Down there in the concrete canyons
In the loud casino wars
Where you think and plot and think until you can’t think any more
And the wires scream like shells
Exploding ‘round the break room door
Oh, sweet Marissa, please write me.
Deep in the darkest nightmares
She shivers and she shrieks
While she’s locked in mortal battle
With those demons, wolves, and beasts.
And I try to bathe her forehead
And I hold her in my peace
Oh, sweet Marissa, how you love me.
Beneath a chandelier of stars, laid on the hood of a Bel Air
While the Symphony from Mars played I kissed her on her hair
And Sam Cooke came up on the radio
Said, “Don’t go anywhere.”
Oh, sweet Marissa, how you frighten me.
An old comrade came from Nashville and we lit out for the coast
And we totaled thirteen cars
And wound up stranded with the ghosts
Then she called me from a pay phone
Sent a greyhound for us both
Oh, sweet Marissa, how you live with me.
On state route 31 they found her
She’d been lost for thirty days
The sheriff called me up and said
She didn’t know her name
I took her to the place
And nursed her back to sound and sane
Oh sweet Marissa, you ennoble me.
An owl speaks from a walnut
Spinning odd, fantastic tales
Friends are stashed up in the barn
With Christmas lights strung on the bales
As the band warms up with Levon Helm,
The moon unfolds its sails.
Oh, sweet Marissa, you complete me.
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Drew Morrison Chicago, Illinois
Drew Morrison is a rock musician and songwriter living in Chicago, IL. He's been playing guitar in bands and writing songs since the age of 12. His music has a wide variety of influences, from The Beatles to The Black Keys. His energetic liver performances are made from a recipe of originals and and eclectic mix of covers for any audience. ... more
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