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Heimweh
03:42
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How long now have I been lost at sea?
How long since you even thought about me?
Well, I'm alive -- I'll survive -- I'm here.
Believe me please, I'm not a memory.
One day I'll leave, and I'll come back to you.
I saw them searching with my own two eyes;
assumed me dead, no signs of life.
Now I'm alone on my own little isle.
How long can a man watch TV?
Soon the themes can only repeat.
How long it goes on, and you lose what is real?
It seems a dream; has it been days or years?
One day I'll leave, and I'll come back to you.
The feelings freeze as the memories fade.
This line has to rhyme with the word "days",
but you won't hear my songs or screams anyway...
Do you find it strange that I talk to you out loud?
Some say I've changed -- they think it's bad somehow.
To love is hard, when you're so far away.
One day I'll leave and I'll come back to you.
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The Deeper You Get
03:51
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Has he written a song for you?
well this makes five from me,
and you say you get along, you two,
well, we'll see
if he is all he's cut out to be,
or if he changes in a while.
People aren't always what they seem
when they smile.
The deeper and deeper you get
the more you'll find
the truth to be just what I said,
and then you'll know
that you have been wasting your time,
and you'll come to me
'cause I have been waiting so long
for your love to be mine.
Does he think of you all the time
or only when you're there?
You are with me wherever I go,
and one more thing I'd like to know,
if he has written a song for you?
My inspiration is so strong,
that I feel a sixth one coming on
and it won't be long before
The deeper and deeper you get
the more you'll find
the truth to be just what I said,
and then you'll know
that you have been wasting your time,
with a man like this
the deeper and deeper and deeper and
deeper you get
the more you'll see in me.
He looks good now,
but given time he'll sink
to what he was
without your love
and then you'll see. You'll see...
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Without You
04:44
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Is there a chance of changing how things are,
or is all my hope really gone;
will it be with or without you?
I thought I had a chance when I got home
of jumping in where we left off,
but I’d been gone far too long
without you.
What am I going to do about it now?
You know that I would wait for you
if I thought it would do any good.
But waiting on my dreams won’t get me through.
I’ll wake up to find something new--
there’s nothing else I can do.
Without you.
I’ve tried to keep you off my mind, but it
just seems to be a waste of time.
You are still with me when I’m without you.
Without you.
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A Number of Girls
03:06
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The pretty girls are the worst in the world.
They've got insatiable appetites for artist types.
And artists swallow lies to stare into their eyes.
And they'll drink your life hoping to be immortalized.
Beauty is a fleeting thing and the chase brought out the beast in me,
but once I saw the knives in her eyes, I realized I was being eaten.
The smart girls are the worst in the world.
You gotta be big and somewhat stupid, or they'll feel insecure.
Add to that abusive, and they'll stay two times as long.
She was a genius twice my equal intellectually,
but when it came to loving me she wasn't even thinking.
Her man was mean, but she couldn't cut herself free,
plus she liked the feeling that she was in a movie,
but now he's tied the knot and she's having babies and watching TV.
The nice girls are the worst in the world.
Too bad it's not just their bodies that have barriers.
Virginity is a funny thing -- your value rises, but you're freezing.
Does remaining pure as snow have to mean that there's no warmth emotionally?
There was no passion, there was no flame, we drowned waiting for that rainy day.
Maybe it was me who was to blame for thinking love and romance could be the same.
You can call me shallow, you can call me cheap, but I can't fall in love just by thinking.
Maybe it's my destiny to live in misery with a woman I once found sexy.
And that leaves one girl; but she's half way across the world.
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How Can We Tell
02:53
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I think you know that I'd be leading you on
if I told you you were the only one for me.
I don't think it's love, but maybe time will see
some changes in you, or changes in me.
But how can we tell if there's love in our hearts?
We'll just have to start and see.
And how can we know until we begin?
You'll lose or you'll win with me.
I know every woman has her dreams,
and I'm probably not the best you've ever seen.
But dreams are made to be broken anyway,
so why put it off another lonely day?
I hope you appreciate my honesty,
'cause that just might be the only thing you get from me.
We both know what we've got and maybe that's alright --
sometimes you can cure loneliness with a lie.
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6. |
You Can Talk to Me
04:07
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When I think of you, I think
of someone who cares.
You're the one that everyone can talk to
but where do you go,
when you need someone to talk to?
When you're feeling down
you can talk to me
when no one else is there for you
I know when you're feeling blue
'cause I've been listening
and I know how it feels.
You can talk to me.
When you think of me, please think
of someone who hears
when you weep, won't you come to me?
When the sadness comes
won't you let me be your willow?
When you're feeling down
you can talk to me
when no one else is there for you
I know when you're feeling blue
'cause I've been listening
and I know how it feels.
You can talk to me.
You have found that the water is wide,
but there's a boat to carry you.
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7. |
With Me Again
03:20
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Remember the sadness that we spoke of?
Well, it's with me again, with me again.
How can you even call me you friend
when you're not even here
on the coldest night of the year?
Say you want me, say you'll be there.
Jump out at me from nowhere.
Call my name or something more
like you wrote to me before.
When your memory was fresh
I could almost hear you laugh
but now that's all gone
except for a photograph I say is you.
Now that it's happening
I can hardly believe
that with the months and miles
you'd just fade away from me.
Say you want me, say you'll be there.
Jump out at me from nowhere.
Call my name or something more
like you wrote to me before.
Remember the sadness that we spoke of?
Well, it's with me again, with me again.
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8. |
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Last night I took a beating on the bass.
I couldn’t even walk through “Straight, No Chaser”.
The worst thing is they don’t tell you to your face,
they say it was great--what do they know anyway?
Last week I was unconquerable, unbeatable;
anything I wanted was in reach, but when I woke this
morning, though I still could do most anything,
I realize now it takes at least a lifetime for each.
Step up! It’s your turn to choose a door,
behind the right one lies the future you’ve always been hoping for.
Blow it, and there’s no consolation more--
just another genius mopping floors.
I can’t begin to tell you
what it does to your sense of pride.
I will be in my bedroom,
though I know it won’t help to hide away,
because this morning is just more of the night before.
Sunday I’ll play my bass again.
If perfection takes years I’ve only had days from the way it’s sounding.
Maybe it’s time to make some changes.
If I want to make my mark I’ll have to be more concentrated.
Let’s say I were to drop the bass. With no practicing
I’d have more time for writing music, which in any case, is more my thing.
Hold on! Now wait a minute, don’t cut that string--
it doesn’t seem like much now, but if I fall then it might be
something to keep me going.
Composition won’t pay my bills;
and there’s no way of knowing.
If it’s all just a war of wills I’ll win,
but tomorrow may be more of the night before.
Maybe this will work itself out someday,
though I’m one in a million, all hoping for the same thing;
I know I’ve got something no one else has to say,
which will keep me hanging on until the day
I finally find someone listening.
that’ll make it all worth my while.
I’ve always believed I could do it,
though I’m only now asking why
When tomorrow may be more (3x) of the night before.
Tomorrow may be more of the night before.
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I woke up this morning wondering where you are.
I'd like to talk things over and I hope that you're not far away.
Trying to keep my love alive gets to be a chore.
I don't know if you're talking, but I don't seem to hear you anymore.
And even heaven has lost some of it's brightness.
Has it grown dimmer, or have I moved further away?
Heaven seems to lose its brightness on my darkest days.
Perhaps after all, Borchert was right;
"Your voice has grown too dim for the thunder of our times."
Bur maybe it is me who's grown old and blind.
First I lost my innocence, and now there is this mist in my eyes.
And even heaven seems to lose a little luster
as my life on earth becomes more tarnished every day.
Heaven seems to lose its luster on my darkest days.
Maybe doubt's a virtue, maybe it's a sin.
Maybe it's a knock, and I'm asking if you'll let me in
Maybe I'm the only one who feels this way--
the only one who gets lonely, tired, and sad;
but I know how I feel and it won't go away on my darkest days.
Heaven suddenly seems so distant.
How can I hope in something that seems so far away?
I wish that heaven were right here in this instant on my darkest days.
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Love Me
05:49
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When and where I'll go I can't tell you.
You could ask the wind, but he won't know.
He only knows
that he will be gone.
And if you can capture the wind -- that is something.
You know that I can't stay for a long time.
And maybe it makes no sense anyway.
Maybe all we'll be doing
is making memories;
but memories are more than we have now.
What you'll say when I'm gone away is beyond me.
We can't see tomorrow, but today you can love me.
I don't know if anyone told you
but nothing is forever in this world.
So hold on to today
until tomorrow takes it away.
then hold on to tomorrow when it's become today.
What you'll say when I'm gone away is beyond me.
We can't see tomorrow, but today you can love me.
One day I will be gone,
but I'll come back to you in song.
Listen to me and I will live forever.
What you'll say when I'm gone away is beyond me.
We can't see tomorrow, but today you can love me.
Every time the wind blows you are with me.
I know you feel it too where you are.
The wind that swept us away,
might bring us back again,
but even if he doesn't I won't curse him.
What you'll say when I'm gone away is beyond me.
We can't see tomorrow, but today you can love me.
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11. |
Bones and Ashes
05:27
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I can't believe wise men like these
could crumble in silence like so many trees.
I can't believe men like these
would one day be found to be
bones and ashes.
It's hard to believe that this same breeze
cooled the sweat on Adam's cheeks.
It's hard to believe this same breeze
has watched every man sweat to leave
bones and ashes.
I can't believe this flood of tears
will be washed away -- will go unheeded.
I have to believe this flood of tears
will one day set me free.
Purge me now you burning tears.
Drop like diamonds -- rise like prayers.
Now I know what makes the sea:
it's bones and ashes.
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