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Doing What I Can

by James Plunkett

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1.
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
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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Titan 04:26
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At The Seams 05:51
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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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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The East 03:34
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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mainly for the kids that meant it.

some nice songs about lots different topics for example: Rocky Mountains, Fascism, Trains, Love, Youth, Dogs, Electrolytes, Low Tide Etc Etc Etc.

Recorded and Produced by Phil Rosenthal
Cover Photo by Charlotte Woolf
All Music Rights Reserved to Just The Kids

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released January 25, 2014

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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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