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All You Got To Say
03:43
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All You Got to Say
I’m coming down from something simple and so sweet,
I’m moving to the higher land
It is quiet, there may be an old and honest man
Painting his visions on the wall
There ain’t no one who can blame him no, who gives a damn
Oh these boots have tread some ground
Mama said if you ever find someone on this wide wide land
Oh you know who really moves you
You got to see them move them ask them for their hand
Know that it’s human to have a doubt
Sirens echo in evil hour we may stand
Beat from love I’m setting out
Oh If you know my name
Won’t you say it to me babe?
If you’re getting on that next train
Do me a favor and look my way
That’s all you got to say
There is a lonesome dove fighting for her right
To head north for the feel of snow
A great soul may wonder atrophy then spring to life
The moon does rise this we know
I seek to dance to weep to see her cotton dress in a dream
It is the same yellow I will awake to
A dumb pilgrim in the morning light I always find
A bit of sky I can relate to
And when the tides of time stop rolling in from life’s hot springs
We’ll bow our heads and bid goodnight
Oh If you know my name
Won’t you say it to me babe?
If you’re getting on that next train
Do me a favor and look my way
That’s all you got to say
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Cut and Run
03:53
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Cut and Run
You drawing in charcoal drawing in charcoal the shape of your mind
You say there’s bees buzzin’ up there they’re buzzin all the time
Make the nice knot in the tie crease the wrinkled lines
Don’t talk to yourself talk to yourself say you need help
I know her well I know her well spittin’ on the sidewalk lilies
I know her well I know her well spittin’ on the sidewalk lilies
What if it was legal to love to love anyone?
What if it was legal to love we wouldn’t have to cut and run.
What if it was legal to love to love anyone?
What if it was legal to love we wouldn’t have to cut and run.
This is where it gets good hun
That dream we’ve been hanging on
Keeping the buzzards off
This is where the good kids run
To the land of the lovin’ ones
Leave the rain drop the gun
It’s a blank page romance a poet on the screen drowning in her sleep
I lay out the clean sheets try to keep the dirty of my feet
There’s no war there’s no war we’re bird watching it’s the weekend
Breathe steady cut your hair put a little bit of ink in the pen
I go out to check the mail read the paper and be a good man
I end up checking the mail kissing the gardener making future plans
What if it was legal to love to love anyone?
What if it was legal to love we wouldn’t have to cut and run.
What if it was legal to love to love anyone?
What if it was legal to love we wouldn’t have to cut and run.
This is where it gets good hun
That dream we’ve been hanging on
Keeping the buzzards off
This is where the good kids run
To the land of the lovin’ ones
Leave the rain drop the gun
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3. |
Titan
04:26
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4. |
At The Seams
05:51
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At The Seams
Speak now softly on the way out
The door
you don’t even know who you’re fighting for
And the sound of the waves
As they tumble and break
As they break across your face
It’s a sickness I suppose
Waking up in our party clothes
It’s a good rhyme to the baseline I suppose
All the parting lips and these sinking ships and these
Well I got nowhere to go
All my life I’ve known I’ve just been coming home
And all my life I’ve seen all these people bending and breaking
At the seams
At the seams
Oh hun you got to know this is a supernatural love
But it’s come undone
All the silence it’s just eating you up
Like a good drug
There ain’t no need for fuss
All the time’s been cut up
Snow puddlin’ up on the good rug
It’s a sickness I suppose
Waking up in our party clothes
It’s a good rhyme to the baseline I suppose
All the parting lips and these sinking ships and these
Well I got nowhere to go
All my life I’ve known I’ve just been coming home
And all my life I’ve seen all these people bending and breaking
At the seams
At the seams
First I’m gonna make it now then I’m gonna break it down
First I’m gonna make it now then I’m gonna break it down
First I’m gonna make it right then I’m gonna break it right down
First I’m gonna make it right then I’m gonna break it right down
First I’m gonna make it now then I’m gonna break it down
First I’m gonna make it now then I’m gonna break it right down
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5. |
Doing What I Can
04:19
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Doing What I Can
If you’re looking for a photograph or at least a meal
I know a little place down in Santa Fe
If you’re searching for a couple lovers building castles in the sand
I know a few you could call up today
There’s a pair of twins in Colorado some of the best men I’ve ever known
They’re working for their love and bread with smiles etched upon their faces
Human and significant
Well Denver may be lonesome for her heroes all the same well I’m lonesome for my brothers but I’ll see them some day
And it’s alright
That the lights
They are a’fadin’
Take your time
Oh that’s just fine
I’ll be a’waitin’
And if you want to a climb a mountain just searching for yourself
I could a recommend a few out West
And if you’re looking for a cup of coffee east of the Mississippi
My door’s always open
And you should know it fine
In the meantime
To send letters across this land
And I apologize for my poor timing
I’m just doing what I can
If you’re looking for a piece of pie or maybe just a little peace of mind
Head down to Asheville, North Caroline
Great writers they can eat their dreams
But just between you and me I need a little bit more sustenance
In times of low tide New England pours itself a beer and
Settles into her quiet spaces
Well I know a girl from New York state with a stoic look upon her face
Mumblin’ Russian lullabies into the rug
And my old communist friend without worry soon will send
A love letter to Cleveland
And it’s alright
That the lights
They are a’fadin’
Take your time
Oh that’s just fine
I’ll be a’waitin’
And if you want to a climb a mountain just searching for yourself
I could a recommend a few out West
And if you’re looking for a cup of coffee east of the Mississippi
My door’s always open
And you should know it fine
In the meantime
To send letters across this land
And I apologize for my poor timing
I’m just doing what I can
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6. |
The East
03:34
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The East
Rolling Stone magazine looks me in the eye
Someone’s burned the Christmas tree
Set it all on fire
But there’s no working wage for me today
So I guess I’ll just sit and play
These days I’m in the sticks oh its all I see
And every morning wake up with a letter from Italy
I try to feel some gentleness
But just end up staring at my feet
And all my friends in Brooklyn Ma they called me on the phone
They talk about their bicycles and how we’re all alone
Well my patience has grown thin for that taste of tragedy
And all the trust fund kids dying for our sins
Yes all the trust fund kids dying for our sins
I’d like to thank them on this day but say
I never really like them anyway
And the liberal babies they just read and sigh
Oh all the liberal babies who never scream or cry
And who’s really winning the war on our minds?
I heard about Mandela’s death on the BBC
It was rainy season in the East and I heard the sea
Or a continent only asking why me?
Send me to Aleppo Mr. President
I know I’ll be no help for these harsh events
But I’m sick of watching all the bleeding hearts in my blue jeans
I used to have a lonesome part stuck into my side
Oh I used to have a lonesome part from which I could not hide
But now it lays upon the pavement
Where I set it on fire
If all the notebooks the kids used just to survive
Were bound and given freely
Even publicized
Then the visions I’m having lately might just stick around for a while
And if the black dog I’ve been seeing on the road
Is just a hallucination from the stories I’ve been told
I’d like to thank my friends and say
I’m about ready to get old
Yes I’d like to thank the kids that meant it
And say I think it’s time we start getting old.
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James Plunkett
James Plunkett is a songwriter first and foremost. His songs are deeply inspired by place, and have been written in Uganda, the American South, New Delhi, India, and the Northeast of the US where he is originally from. He has taken inspiration from all the jobs he's worked over the years and the beautiful folks he's met along the way. ... more
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