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Mary Brown
05:11
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Crooked Hearts
04:15
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Take Me Away
04:03
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I don’t care where we are going
You don’t have to say
I’ll follow you anywhere, but
Take me away
Tie my hands behind my back
Put a blindfold on my face
Muzzle my mouth with duck tape, but
Take me away
Bridge:
Let all my worries be
Purged from my memory
Delete all the promises made
Stop all the last payments,
Shred all the documents
So there is nothing left for me
To sell
Or buy
Or trade
Fill up my head with lies
So I no longer think straight
I’m tired of being logical, just
Take me away
Rip up all the roadmaps
Throw my cell phone away
Burn the money in a waste basket
Take me away
Bridge:
Make sure the worksheets
Are flushed down the toilet
Tear all the bar graphs off the wall
Cut the lines of all the phones
Send everybody home
Lock the door, throw away the key
And lead
Me down
The hall
I’m tired of the money
I’m sick of the game
Just want to be invisible, so
Take me away
Loosen up my collar
Kiss me your special way
I’ll disappear into you arms, just
Take me away
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6. |
November Rain
04:00
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November rain poured down in sheets/Walking down sad deserted industrial streets
Near the old railroad station/That’s seen better days
The underground refuge/The clandestine space
A battered old warehouse/A heavy steel door
Where one and one could add up to more
Where it all started/ where strangers met
You with your politics / And me with a price on my head
Bridges are burned without any trace
Hiding together/ In clandestine space
Lovers for lovers/friends for friends
We never knew when it would come to an end
But you stood by the window/Looked out one last time
I held you closely hoping that our sentiments rhymed
But the way I was feeling was so out of place
Dizzy outside of /the clandestine space
Dried up old river/ Industrial moon
Send this song to my lover/Send her home to me soon
Because the way that I’m feeling/I’m so out of place
Dizzy outside of /the clandestine space.
November Rain
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Try, Try, Try
03:29
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I told you baby when we first met
What you see is what you get
And I just thought that you would forget
But you kept wanting to
Try, try, try (to find a way out)
Try, try, try (with or without)
Try, try, try (to make it work out)
With you.
I told baby what was the score
You said you needed a little bit more
I thought that you would show me the door
But you still wanted to
Try, try, try (some light reading)
Try, try, try (your heart beating)
Try, try, try (a Sunday meeting)
With you.
Add up all the obstacles
Try to be more practical
Careful with the words you use
Speaking in a secret code
Emotions ready to explode
Irish cheddar, plastic spoon
A picnic in a hotel room
But you kept wanting to
Try, try, try (a bit of French to parler)
Try, try, try (you really wanted to stay)
Try, try, try (take it day by day)
With you.
Try, try, try
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Backburner Blues
04:32
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I never made the phone
I knew the end was near
Instead I put off calling
Paralyzed by fear
If I had only offered
To find a better way
I might have saved the deal for another day
But I’ve got blues
Procrastinators lose
Got the backburner blues
I never mailed the letter
I wrote on vellum blue
It would have been much better
To send it straight on through
With the hidden password
The envelope sealed tight
I should have put the stamp on
And sent it into the night
But I’ve got the blues
Yesterday’s news
Backburner Blues
I never really tried
To meet the last dead line
A broken clock grinned at me
A monkey wrench kept time
And when the final call came
And the last bell rang
I saw the whole plan crumble
I heard a steel door slam
I’ve the blues
Overpaid dues
Backburner Blues
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Rue Du Pont Au Chou
04:22
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Morning light pushed its way into the room
To the bed where you slept on your side
With my arm around you and face in your hair
And our legs delicately entwined
You laughed so softly as I touched your cheek
And whispered “bonjour” in your ear
You turned to me and your lips formed a smile
That helped me to forget my fears
I thought that I was the one who always got burned
Who spent my emotions before they were fully earned
Who stood on the sidelines while others took up the chase
But I was running in place
Until I met you
On Rue Pont au Chou
Five flights of narrow stairs down to the street
To the small corner boulangerie
Back to the room where the coffee is brewed
And you kept your French simple for me
That was the way the whole story began
You and I in the City of Light
But when it came time for the story to end
You decided to put up a fight
I thought that you were the one who never looked back
Who could love them and leave them and love them again and keep track
Who arranged all your lovers like dolls in a glass-covered case
Who kept a straight face
When I sang the blues
On Rue Pont au Chou
Morning light pushed its way into the room
To the bed where you slept on your side
Paris, 1977
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I Ain't Blue
03:29
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Mouffetard Noir
04:27
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I walked to your table
At the little cafe
You kissed my cheek quickly and said hello
The friends sitting near you
Were strangers to me
And you had just met them three glasses ago
It’s Paris in August
A hot humid night
Inane conversations Cafe Contrescarpe
Their slang is so heavy
I can’t comprehend
I fell like I’m standing alone in the dark
I think you should leave with me
You know we should go
But you are too stubborn to listen to me
They say there’s a jazz club
Located nearby
You want to go with them… and I let you leave
Is there a way I could change what went down
To alter the past and erase the pain
You walked off with them and
You didn’t look back
And when you returned
You were not the same
It’s five in the morning
You open the door
You take off your clothes and climb into bed
I hear you cry softly and I know what to do
To kiss all your tears away and make you feel good again
I crawled to the Metro
My head hurt like hell
I’m leaving tomorrow to make my way home
The French have left Paris
Les touristes sont partout
Goodbye to Mouffetard
And goodbye to you.
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Midnight in Cologne
03:58
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Walking in the rain
On a street where no one knows me
As the night is falling slowly
Walking in the rain
I remember when I saw you
For the first time at the station
Waiting at the taxi stop
Midnight in Cologne
Looking at your face
Searching for a conversation
A rising tide of expectation
Looking at your face
So we talked until our tongues were tired
And then I took hour hands in mine
And slowly pulled you close to me
Midnight in Cologne
Waking from a dream
A stronger dream than all the others
Do you dream your dreams in color
Waking from a dream
Was it you lay beside me
On the narrow hotel bed when
You curled up so close and warm
Midnight in Cologne
Walking in the rain
Many years have come and passed
Returning to the street at last
Walking in the rain
And the buildings seem to look the same
The taxi stand, the noisy trains
But you will never come again
Midnight in Cologne
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Darryl Holter Los Angeles, California
Darryl Holter grew up playing the guitar and singing country and rock and roll songs in Minneapolis, Minnesota. His current brand of Americana music draws from country, blues and folk traditions and often tells stories about people, places and events.
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