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Listen, lass, I'm a wreck
Last night I heard your voice reading from a paperback
I wake up all soaked in sweat
The way I've been dreaming, you'd think I'd been sleeping on a bed of nails
Now I'm floating, tongue-tied, hitching rides
Pushing light, living off a dime
I let the phone bill go
Yeah, I know it wouldn't be you anyway
I'm looking for someplace where living life is not a race
Where I can justify a home
And I'm looking for someone to help break into Kingdom Come
Yeah, I can't make it on my own
There ain't nobody that can make it on their own
The lampshade hats and the neon rage
The black stray cats and the wild sage
The white hair starting to betray my age
Ask me where I'm from, well that place is dead
Ask me where I'm going, well it's in my head
There's got to be a reason for the life I've led
I'm looking for someplace where living life is not a race
Where I can justify a home
And I'm looking for someone to help break into Kingdom Come
Yeah, I can't make it on my own
There ain't nobody that can make it on their own
I gotta tell you that I wish you would call
You ain't that short and I ain't that tall
I think we'd make a good pair that's all
I gotta tell you that I hate to be in traffic
I never really do like what the charts pick
No place to go but I feel so homesick
I'm looking for someplace where living life is not a race
Where I can justify a home
And I'm looking for someone to help break into Kingdom Come
Yeah, I can't make it on my own
There ain't nobody that can make it on their own
There ain't nobody that can make it on their own
Ain't nobody can make it on their own
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Ricky Come Down
05:28
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Ricky is writing a story
Jim is the one who cares
It's about to get gory
She's stumbling on the stairs
Nobody ever told Jim about the boy from Minnesota
And now that he knows, you'd think that it was over
But nobody really knows him, he's underestimated
And love at first sight he thinks is overrated
He says
Ricky, come down
Meet me in the middle of town
We'll get a hot cup of blood-orange green tea
Ricky...
Jim's got another thing coming
And Ricky's unaware
She says that her mind is at rest
But it's a mess in there
And everybody told Jim that he could rely on them
But he turns around and finds that it is just him
He majors in the minors and high-jacked conversation
He wants it all but it all means nothing to him
Without
Ricky, come down
Meet me in the middle of town
We'll get a hot cup of blood-orange green tea
Ricky...
Nobody really knows him, he's underestimated
And love at first sight he thinks is overrated
He cries
Ricky, come down
Meet me in the middle of town
We'll get a hot cup of blood-orange green tea
Ricky...
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All dressed up and going nowhere
I think you should take a walk
With me to that other corner
I know where there's a pretty block
You know I'm getting pretty tired of all the adverts
The broken neon signs spelling bad words
I'm tired of always blowing it on pay day
Can I hear you sing, hey hey baby
I'll be your sunlight, will you be my shade
I'll be your mountains, will you be my plains
I'll be your shelter, will you be my rain
I will love you till I never see another day
My place is a mess but it shouldn't take long
To get it how it's supposed to be
I think you should just come on over
You could fold my clothes with me
You know I'm getting pretty tired of always going out
And every place is just a club now downtown
And I'm tired of what would everybody else say
Can I hear you sing, hey hey baby
I'll be your sunlight, will you be my shade
I'll be your mountains, will you be my plains
I'll be your shelter, will you be my rain
I will love you till I never see another day
Yeah, I will love you
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4. |
She Didn't Know
04:02
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Don't fret, David
The pain will fade with time
Your heart can take it
And love will make things rhyme again for you
She didn't know
She didn't know
She didn't know what she was leaving behind
Don't fret, Matthew
Wait and you will find
One to trust you
And love will make things rhyme again for you
She didn't know
She didn't know
She didn't know what she was leaving behind
Don't fret, Michael
Know that I will stay
The LORD will heal you
And love will make things rhyme again for you
She didn't know
She didn't know
She didn't know what she was leaving behind
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5. |
Chapter
06:40
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Will you go with me today
I promise to be kind
Drive up to another bay
We'll see what we can find
These days I must confess
I feel undone by loneliness
And just to pass the time
I dream all day and wake to find
Still my love is gone
End of story
There's no moral
There's no glory
There's no footnote
With a positive insight
I guess it's time to write
A new chapter into my life
Will you dance with me tonight
The moon is almost full
I know you're with that other boy
I won't tell a soul
These days I must confess
I feel undone by loneliness
And just to pass the time
I dream all day and wake to find
Still my love is gone
End of story
There's no moral
There's no glory
There's no footnote
With a positive insight
I guess it's time to write
A new chapter into my life
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Patrick Norton San Diego, California
I, Patrick Norton, write songs and play them for people in San Diego, CA. Folks say my story-telling tunes are at once nostalgic and relatable. But it feels weird to say that about myself. Who writes their own bio anyway? When not making music happen, I'm usually fooling around with old cameras, record players, rusty typewriters, and dusty books, while drinking coffee or other craft beverages. ... more
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