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Place Found
04:58
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Place Found
If we pray in real time
Then the gods will tap the beat
And if the rain can’t pass to sunshine
We’ll all wash down the street
Standing straight or leaning sideways
Always keeping time
We’ve tied our fate to endless highways
And nothing really rhymes
If radios were silenced
And screens all fade to black
If the kings do need our guidance
Then we better phone them back
Holding straight or twisted sideways
To a place we can’t exceed
We’ve wrapped our arms on soothing byways
And this is all we need.
Reach. Hope. Touch. Stroke.
Run. Glide. Lift. Hide.
Walk. Home. White. Bones.
Lay. Down. Place. Found.
I heard you say “it’s our time”
as you hummed this melody
And I just thought “it’s high time”
As I helped you to your feet
You hardly said this was a dance
And I don’t really mind
But where it is we find romance Is never quite aligned
Reach. Hope. Touch. Stroke.
Run. Glide. Lift. Hide.
Walk. Home. White. Bones.
Lay. Down. Place. Found.
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2. |
Tell Me You Can Feel It
04:11
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Tell Me You Can Feel It
Tell Me You Can Feel It
Hibernate in your cave
Damp cold in that tunnel
Afraid you might misbehave
What is normal anyway
It's been so long since you huddled
Taught yourself to stay away
Scared of looking lost befuddled
I tell ya they can't see it
Walk on out
Blinding light
Feel the warmth
Feel it
Feel it
Oh, oh
Tell me you can feel it
Tell me you can feel it more
Reach inside
Deep inside
There are things you truly love
There are things you truly want
In your deep dark quiet moments
What have you discovered?
What gives you heat
What makes you feel the passion
Dive in
Let the cascade fall on you
Water falls on you
Tell me you can feel it
Tell me you can feel it more
Tell me you can feel it
Tell me you can feel it more
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3. |
Heart Shaped Soul
03:34
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Heart Shaped Soul
Rising up without making a sound
Tippy toeing upstairs to write it all down
So as never gonna forget
That far away town
Broken people, divided city
I got to speak my peace while lying on the ground
Finding my wrists tightly bound
Heart shaped soul
Walks blood stained rain
Scream their names
Scream their names
Even though created in my head
It comes from reality
A swimming sensation
The vast subconscious working overtime thinking
I got to get back help a love that’s sinking
Heart shaped soul
Walks blood stained rain
Scream their names
Scream their names
Snap back begin again
What’s that you’re saying friend?
We share a lot
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4. |
Hypnagogia
04:59
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5. |
Kaleidoscope Dream
03:35
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She asked me, “what is that you’re reading?”
I said, “a mighty old book.”
She motioned come a little closer
And tell me what the author cook
I said, “he might have mixed some medicine
out of blood and bones and dirt. You can have
some of my portion, I swear it won’t even hurt.”
And as for my story, as for my dream
You can tell me what it means
She leaned over and kissed me
Just above the brow
I asked her how that fixes anything
All the hiding and the how
We paused and we noticed the lightening
Like a signal from above
Are we in some kinda trouble?
With the eyes that speak of love
And as for my story, as for my dream
You can tell me what it means
She screamed, “yours is a made up story,
one of imagination, nothing but an allegory.
Lessons lost in bought sensation,
Out the window of distraction
We could see it clearly up the street
There was a child riding a unicycle
Peddling with bare feet
And as for my story, as for my dream
Please tell me what it means
She had a puddle of lost expression
About wonder of why she was riding there
And as we looked into the distance
There came electric blinding glare Suddenly the pane was shattered
We were yanked out on a string
And sucked into the pages
Another storyteller’s thing
A tale that must have already been written
You can tell me what it means
At least it was dictated to a scribe
All wrapped and bowed and well described
And then all of a sudden
The journey took a turn
There was a new cast of characters
Was there something more
That we could learn
To be honest it seemed quite random
I mean maybe we could suss it out
Or maybe it’s just psychedelic
That puts the whole damn thing in doubt
There was a one-eyed juggling panda bear
With a patch upon that eye
A broken glass kaleidoscope
Formed a prehistoric fly
The ice cream truck says softee
But it’s coming out as dry
The stern-faced owl with the twisted scowl
Is only selling pie
And as for my story, as for my dream
You can tell me what it means
And as for my story, as for my dream
You can tell me what it means
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6. |
Walkin' Hand in Hand
03:27
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Walkin" Hand in Hand
The locomotive is quite devoted
To circling around the ceiling
I ask the waiter how much later
They'll be serving eggs and bacon
Because I'm shakin'
I shouldn't have started the morning this way
But I doubt all black coffee
Will make this feeling go away
What I'm worryin' about my friend
Is that she won't let me in again
And all I really want is to be walkin' hand in hand
As I get up to pay what's due to them
They recognize me as a regular
I see they're quite concerned that I am talking
But there isn't anybody there
I'm sure
That somewhere you are listening
'Cause I'm sure
All I want is to be walking hand in hand
Believe me I'm always thankful
God how patient you have been
Won't you please help me back again
I say tomorrow is the beginning
I know I'm lucky not to be finished
I hope that someday soon when we're sharing that room
And I've earned back some of your trust
In me
Can't you see
That I'm new again
'Cause all I ever want is to walk with you hand in hand
The only addiction is to walk with you hand in hand
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7. |
Fixer Upper
04:01
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Fixer Upper
I’ll admit the corners are a little bit dusty
And the pipes just a little bit rusty
The upholstery could use a good dark dye job
A good hose-down will get rid of that musty
I’ll be your fixer upper
I swear I clean up real nice
l be your fixer upper
Listen to all your advice
l be your fixer upper
Sand off all those tattered edges
l be your fixer upper
It’ll be smooth sailing from now on
Well the shelves are pretty well stocked
Although they seldom match the feets are mighty well socked
Good god almighty you best believe always got something sweet
And you’ll the living the goodness is pretty well locked
I’ll be your fixer upper
I’ll be your fixer upper
I’ll be your fixer upper
A house is not a home
A home is nothin’
Without the love
Love, love
I’ll be your fixer upper
I swear I clean up real nice
l be your fixer upper
Listen to all your advice
l be your fixer upper
Sand off all those tattered edges
l be your fixer upper
It’ll be smooth sailing from now on
I’ll be your fixer upper
I’ll be your fixer upper
I’ll be your fixer upper
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8. |
Mr. Solo
06:02
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Mr. Solo
He sits reading alone
In a candle lit house
Cold hardwood and stone
A bit unrelated
He eats his Mom's marmalade And she's been gone for years
Dines at a table for one
A dusty old bottle
Uncorked just for fun
How much celebration Without a relation to anyone?
Solo, Mr. Solo
Why don't you try something new?
Avoiding getting hurt again
No more deep disappointment And never thinking
About listing next of kin
Let 'em in
No more, no more, no more no
Solo, Mr. Solo
Why don't you try something new?
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9. |
Miracle Shuffle
04:40
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Miracle Shuffle
In the end your behavior felt petty and mean
Or so it seemed to me
And I realize how disappointing and quite disjointed
Our love affair had become
People change over time
What once was tight
Now frayed untwined
Something in between had jammed itself
We’re busting at the seams
I said some things that I regret
I’d like to wager a bet that you understand
It was out of hurt you see
People change over time
What once was tight
Now frayed untwined
When something simple
Now ready to crack
When’d we take that wrong turn
‘Cause I wanna go back
How ‘bout you?
It’s a miracle shuffle
A swinging blue
Was a miracle shuffle
At the very start
Like a miracle shuffle
Trial and mortion
Knowing any time
It could fall apart
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10. |
Stockholm
04:19
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Stockholm
I developed that syndrome
I fell in love while you held me at bay
But it’s fading away
Fading away ‘cause
Everybody needs darkness some of the time
Eight hundred years of spirits
Roam the cathedral
A plague of great rage
Stole the souls of so many children
A razor shaped spire
That pierces your heart
What proof can you show me?
How can you convince me?
I have faith in the things and people
I can touch and feel
And see with my own two eyes
In a city that seldom surprises anyone
I doubt there is reason that you can demonstrate
To make me change my mind
What proof, what can you show me?
I have faith in the things
I can touch and see with my own two eyes
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Von Doodle Daddies San Francisco, California
Hailing from the foggy hills of San Francisco, Von Doodle Daddies is an old school rock and roll group with a new global purview. Born out of the isolation of a global pandemic, a world in which artist need to speak up, and the shared belief that music heals, this band of life-long rockers is ready to break out, with cause, from the depths of a studio and into the public eye. ... more
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