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Voices in the Backseat
03:00
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Voices in the backseat
Telling me that I’m pushing too hard
Sometimes they come when I least expect
And I think it’s the voice of God.
I could be in a vacuum
Singing songs all by myself
And then the harmony comes
Like the universe is singing as well
Tell me are you calling
Tell me are you calling
Sometimes I swear that you’re standing right there
But when I turn around you’re gone
Can we not just make it simple this time?
My friends keep telling me
I must be out of my mind
Well, I know they mean well but they just don’t know
The axe that I grind
I could just switch it up, switch it up, switch it up
And park the car
Take in the view, right next to you
On my passenger side
If I could have a reason
If I need another reason
To procrastinate
Is it much too late?
Because we’re in this together now, together now, together now
Mirror in the bathroom
Reflecting my waking self
Damn, I look good
But I really must start looking after my health
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2. |
When Fear Wasn't a Word
04:33
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Standing on the rock, too scared of looking over
But you know that you want to jump
Peeling off your jeans, staring at the water
Hoping that nobody comes
You’re as free as a bird, about to take flight
You’ll take this thing down in flames
Well, you’ve got to take heart, and hope it doesn’t kill you
Or your mind doesn’t change
You’re hoping that they don’t find you still holding on
Some birds are never meant to be caged
Working everyday, you’re a real team player
And you hate letting anyone down
Some days you stay late, some days you stay later
While everybody else is gone
You’re hoping that they don’t find you
Still holding on
I look into your eyes, and all I see is water
And the rock that you’re jumping off
I see the woman-girl that should have known better
Back when fear just wasn’t a word.
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3. |
The Butcher Boy**
04:28
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I am the butcher boy
I am the butcher boy
There are pieces of her that I haven’t seen yet
Bits of her are no good
Bits of her, they are no use
I’m beginning to wish I’d never taken a knife to it
Divide the body
From the soul
Divide the body
Inside the soul I’ll see what I can find
Wrap her heart in bows and string
Map her spin where the knife goes in
To reveal all the glistening and pretty, pretty things
Her inner beauty is nothing less
Than beautiful, now she’s all dressed
I’ve got the measure now of her unfaithfulness
Fingers and toes and bones and gristle
Pale white skin and good strong muscle
Eyes and nose and lips for kissing
But the soul
The soul is missing
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You take my hand and say, “I don’t see a reason.
Oh, not the tears, not the tears, that’s just too easy!
You always take the easy road, and I’m not following you.
I’ve seen this face before, and I can see it coming.
I’m not the only one, and everybody’s talking.
I just don’t understand the things that are troubling you”
Well, you never did, you never did
Never did, but baby, now you know
There were others that were here before
Getting cozy on the bathroom floor
You never did, you never did
You never did, but baby, now you’re gold?
But honey, truth be told
You will NEVER know
You really must have been some kind of angel
So full of empathy and Holy wisdom
It really makes you stand out in the crowd
Yeah
You really must have been oh, so enlightened
And oh, so justified and terribly delighted
Now that the weekend misery is a part of you
You must be proud
It isn’t true
It isn’t true
Unless it happens to you now
It can’t be true
It can’t be true
Unless it happens to you.
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5. |
Letter to Your Folks
03:20
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What you came here, honey to see
Is not the same
As the picture framed
That you wanted to believe
Where you’d pinned all your hopes
And your plans, and your dreams
It’s time for you to go home
Nothing to see
Nothing to put into your letter to your folks
Maybe it’s time to go home
This is not my truth to you
Baby, if it hurts
These are not my words
I just thought you aught to know
When they form inside
They sound better than that
And if there’s nobody home?
Replay scene after scene
Of how it should have been
Of how it should have been
Nobody else knows.
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6. |
Cookie Cutter
03:20
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Why, why, must everything we do
Be a pale, wet, watered down reflection of you
You’re a smart little cookie cutter
I see it in your eyes
You’ve got the world tied up
No one can deny
You’ve got the world tied up
And everybody knows it
You’ve just got to now
Admit it to yourself
Here we go, down this road of doubt
Where we’ve been a couple times before
Round and round it takes you down
There and back
Here we go down this road
But you’ve just got to see what everybody know
You’re a whole lot more than just that pretty smile
Look now love, we’ve been over this before
You’d be a whole lot taller, If you’d get up off the floor
You’re a knife-wielding, social artist
Lurking in the night
You’ve got the world tied up
No one can deny
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7. |
The Details*
05:00
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Hey there
Tell me do you see the green
It was underneath the snowmelt
It was underneath the grime
But God is in the details
You see it all the time
It’s a new road
It’s a new road
Oh it’s a new road
Oh my
Did we forget there was a goal
Were we swept up in the moment
I screw up all the time
But I don’t need forgiven
It’s chapter, verse and line
We’re roaming wild
We’re letting go
In the silence, there’s a still small voice that calls your name
We’re roaming wild
We’re letting go
And in the silence that follows we’ll stake our claim
Tell me
Oh don’t you feel the same
Is the trust inside you broken
I think I understand
But God is in the details
Do you want to see the map
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8. |
Not Getting Out
03:40
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Will you please take the time to ease my mind
Of the worry I find every time I turn around
I see a sea of faces, going places and whatever your taste is
They’re marching for your freedom
A decline in understanding is
A rise of inflammation of my guile
And it’s the reason I’m running
And heart
It’s the reason that I’m scared
And Hope
That I’m not the only one with a reason to fear
Because we’re not getting out of here
Tap me on the shoulder, or push me over
But now that I’m older, I won’t take that sitting down
Oh, they're turning over cars and breaking windows in bars
They’re setting fire to the street… Or are they singing? Beautiful singing
Hey, we’re righting wrongs
And we’re singing songs
And so we fight, so we don’t have to fight
For things deserved
In this troubled world
And so together we are stronger than we were
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9. |
Part of What Made Me***
04:43
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I used to dream
Make an exhibition of myself
Build a museum to you
This clumsy boy tries to be a man
This clumsy boy tries to understand
There's no more stories
Left to tell
It’s nothing special. Oh, well
You’re part of what made me, if I say it don’t hate me
You’re part of what made me what I am
You’re part of what made me, if I say it, please don’t hate me
You’re part of what made me what I am
I used to dream
I used to dream
Radio Four
Goes off to sleep
It’s what I’m here for
It’s who I meet
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10. |
Raging Sea
06:24
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I watch you sail away
Like a raging sea
You being angry at you
For being angry at me
I don’t know
Just what it is I’ve done
I was only having fun
Until it was wrong
I can't imagine a world without you in it
I need a breath, just give me a minute
I can’t figure out who I’m blaming on it but me
Blame it on me
Color’s gone, color blind, I’m deaf and dumb
Lost love, lost mind and even the sun is gone
I shouldn’t be the only one to feel this way
June comes, June goes, the winter moon is here
And the only thing that soothes
Is when the clouds don’t clear
And the clouds don’t clear
Dogs don’t bite, as long as they’re barking
But I swear this time my skin is broke
Sometimes it comes and it don’t leave a mark
But I swear this time my heart is torn in two
Watch you sailing back
Across the ocean
Are you coming back for love
Or another piece of emotion
From me
The smile on your face
Completely disarms me
You move in close
And you throw your arms around me
I’m still not believing
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One of us is wrong
One of us is right
One of us is sorry
And the other is a light
One of us is crazy
And like a fool
Projecting symptoms
Like breaking rules
And I don’t know what to do now
Everything is lost if it’s just a game
This isn’t easy, but it’s simple
Let’s just admit that we’re not the same
You can’t deny that this is something
That is hard to hold on to
You can’t deny that this is something
That is hard, oh, it’s hard
You can’t deny that this is something
That is hard to hold on to
You can’t deny that this is something
And if it’s something, is it nothing?
One of us is shy
And won't say a word
One of us is angry
And is always heard
One of us is standing
At the edge
Looking down into depths
Of an empty space
I don’t know what to do now
Everything is lost if I’m always wrong
This isn’t easy, but it’s simple
You’re not the person that I’ve always known
It can’t be love
If love is nothing wrong
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12. |
My Little Joke with God
03:57
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Once I was lost, but now I’m found
I was one of the pieces in your pocket that just fell on to the ground
That’s where you’ll find me
I was a little hurt when I found out
Not just the mistake of it, but just that you had never planned it out
But it doesn’t define me
Because what it is
Is the best of you and the very best of me
Written like a prophecy
Because I was planned
You just didn’t know and in spite of you I’m growing old
And I still find love in you
That’s my little joke with God
I was alone too long, then there was her
She fell out of the pocket of somebody that just didn’t give a care
That’s where I found her
I gave her a heartbeat, and she gave me one back
I took her hand and I promised her I never would forget
That she defines me
Because what it is
Is the best of her and the very best of me
Written like a symphony
Because we were planned
We just didn’t know and in spite of everything we’re growing old
And I still find love in her
That’s my little joke with God
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Leslie Rich Minneapolis, Minnesota
Belfast born singer-songwriter, Leslie Rich grew up listening to a mix of punk, acoustic songwriters and traditional Celtic music. Inspired by artists like Luka Bloom and Throwing Muses, Leslie became a hard working solo performer in the bar scene. He founded the Rocket Soul Choir in 1994, mainly as an acoustic response to the heavy, guitar-driven, Irish bands cropping up at that time ... more
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