1. |
Train to Chicago
03:45
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TRAIN TO CHICAGO
There once was a train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-taking you from New York City to chi-ca-Chicago.
There once was a train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-taking you from New York City to chi-ca-Chicago.
My baby my baby was the best thing you ever did see.
I couldn’t ask for more and I swore he loved only me,
But when I woke up this morning I found a letter, saying it was much better for him to go
and there was someone that he had to see in chi-ca-Chicago.
There once was a train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-taking you from New York City to chi-ca-Chicago.
There once was a train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train
chi-ca-taking ‘way my sweet sweet baby to chi-ca-Chicago.
Well I tore across the city in a wild and crazy state.
When I got to the station it was already too late.
Standing on the platform, listening to the whistle blow blow blow
and watching my baby leave for chi-ca-Chicago.
Well I’m so lonesome I could just up and die right now.
I gotta get my baby back but I just don’t know how.
I’m gonna beg and plead, tell him he’s all I need, try everything I know,
but first I gotta get myself to chi-ca-Chicago…
There was a train (chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train)
There was a train (chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train, chi-ca-train)
taking me to my sweet baby in chi-ca-Chicago.
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2. |
You Said No
03:41
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YOU SAID NO
Funny how these things get started,
pick a penny up off the street,
heads’ll make you broken-hearted,
tails’ll give you love so sweet.
Talk to me you look so lovely
standing there on the corner in the rain,
hard to tell if it will only shower on the flowerbeds
or downpour insane,
You swallowed my song,
you put out my light,
you took all my rainbows and you painted them black and white,
you took all my springtime and covered it with snow.
You said no.
What has this world come to?
Is there nowhere that you can turn?
Light a fire and let it warm you,
suddenly you’ve got a nasty burn.
Ooh, give me something to heal me,
give me something to sooth my pain…
Goddamit we could’ve found somewhere in between the fire and the rain.
You swallowed my song,
you put out my light,
you took all my rainbows and you painted them black and white,
you took all my springtime and covered it with snow.
You said no…
and then you walked away.
I watched you walk away.
You can’t just walk away,
you can’t do that to me, baby.
Star falling, you catch it,
you don’t throw it back at the sky.
Love bets you, you match it,
don’t fold a hand ace high.
If you keep running away,
you’ll end up where you started
someday.
You swallowed my song,
you put out my light,
you took all my rainbows and you painted them black and white,
you took all my springtime and covered it with snow.
You said no.
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3. |
Satellite
03:55
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SATELLITE
He calls me when he doesn’t know how to make it through the day.
He calls me when he doesn’t know how to say what he needs to say.
I tell him the things I should not, cause I know he’ll understand.
And I still love him.
I still love him.
I’m a satellite.
He looks at me like I was born on a planet far away.
He looks at me like he was born on that planet on the same day.
I look at his face and I’m home, but you can’t go home again.
And he still loves me.
He still loves me.
He’s a satellite.
And I can hear him across the universe,
and I can see him across the universe,
and I can feel him across the universe
but I am always across the universe.
We’re spinning in circles around something we can hardly see.
We’re spinning in circles around dying light and ancient energy.
And I’m sending my S.O.S to my planet far away:
Tell me why do I still love him?
Why do I still love him?
Why this satellite?
Why this satellite?
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BOY IN THE THRIFT STORE SWEATER
I want a boy in a thrift store sweater
with dark-rimmed glasses and his hands in his pockets when he walks.
He talks if you talk to him, and you can talk to him for quite a while
or you could sit all day and listen to the things that he has to say
and if you’re lucky he’ll smile.
He’d stare at his shoes all day if he didn’t remember to look up high
at all the dirty blue buildings and the big blue sky
and the people going by.
He wants to change the world into something beautiful
and he knows it’s impossible
but he’s not afraid to try.
And he stands like a young oak tree
and his hands and are like soft new leaves
and he reaches like a young oak tree
and he doesn’t know,
he doesn’t know that he’s beautiful.
He can play a few chords on guitar
(I can hear it through the wall).
I think his boss’ name is Charlie
and he argues with his mom, but he always says “sorry”
then he hangs up the phone, and we’re all alone
and then it’s quiet for a while,
and then he plays Kinks record till 2.
I want the boy in the thrift store sweater
I’m here for you
I’m here for you
Come knock on my door, don’t make me wait no more
staying up till 2 with the Kinks and you.
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
I want the boy in the thrift store sweater
I love the boy in the thrift store sweater
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MESS AROUND (I DON’T WANNA)
I am still standing here, baby,
waiting for you to show your face.
This crown ain’t my kind of people,
this bar isn’t my kind of place.
One minute I’m sure you love me,
the next minute you walk away.
I’ll drink my drink,
but dear, don’t think this is the way it’s gonna stay.
Cause I hear the music, and I see the lights
and I dream about you through all my nights
and my hopes are reaching the highest heights
because you keep me wanting more.
But if this is all just a big charade
and I’m just another clown in your big parade
then you better clean up this mess you’ve made
cause I’m walking out that door.
I don’t wanna mess around with you, baby.
I don’t want to run around, up and down, lost and found anymore.
I don’t wanna mess around with you, baby.
I just want to be with you, or I’m gone.
I knew from the moment I saw you
that you were the one for me
but I learned the hard way, baby,
playing games isn’t my cup of tea.
Hide and seek, twenty questions,
cat and mouse, truth or dare…
I am done having all your fun;
tell me if you really care.
Cause I hear the music, and I see the lights
and I dream about you through all my nights
and my hopes are reaching the highest heights
because you keep me wanting more.
But if this is all just a big charade
and I’m just another clown in your big parade
then you better clean up this mess you’ve made
cause I’m walking out that door.
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6. |
If You're Not Mine
03:45
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IF YOU’RE NOT MINE
Is there something going on here?
Is there something that I’m missing?
I’ve been known to miss a thing or two.
Did I go and miss and thing from you?
If there’s something going on here,
I better make my getaway… (hey).
I’ve been hearing people talking.
I’ve been watching people’s faces.
I’ve been seeing things I didn’t see.
Do they think you’ve got it in for me?
If I’m hearing people talking
I best be getting out of here… (in the clear).
Here’s the one thing you ought to know:
I may put on a real good show
but if it’s more than just for fun
I look out for number one,
and we’re done.
So tell me what’s it gonna be, dear?
Can you play it by my rules?
Cause there really is no other way,
otherwise I’d never stay.
So if that’s how it’s gonna be, dear,
then maybe things will be just fine.
If you’re not mine.
Sure a good man is hard to find,
but I’m just not “good man” inclined.
If you’re looking for big romance,
give up, kid.
I won’t dance…. (not a chance).
Have you heard a word I’m saying?
Guess you’re already in too deep.
It would be a shame to pack my bag.
Breaking hearts is such an awful drag.
But if you haven’t heard a word,
then honey it’s been swell…
Goodbye.
I’ve got to fly, honey…
Goodbye.
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7. |
Fast Food Prophet
03:16
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FAST FOOD PROPHET
Can’t a man eat his curly fries in peace?
Sure, you see this shit downtown, but not up here.
The guy will not stop screaming at the top of his lungs
right in the faces of the customers in line
and the zombie cashier.
All you people in your suits and ties,
don’t look so surprised,
those aren’t alibis
for apathetic lies:
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
if you had listened to me the first time,
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
we would never be in this mess.
Couldn’t tell you why they didn’t call the cops.
Maybe they did, I wouldn’t know cause I went back to my
tiny little office where I work on something meaningless but
worthwhile, I’m sure.
I wouldn’t know.
We’re all working on something worthwhile.
I’m sure.
I guess.
The earth is crumbling beneath our feet,
people have nothing to eat,
people are on the street,
can you not feel the heat?
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
if you had listened to me the first time,
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
we would never be in this mess.
We are on the path to destruction.
We are on the path to the end of the world.
Don’t go thinking you’re not to blame.
We’re all to blame.
When you talk about the man upstairs
or the man who knows all
or the man who could save the world
or all the people who could see the future
well, what would they say if there were here today?
If they were hear today, how would they make a point?
Well, they’d scream to high heaven in a fast food joint.
Saying:
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
if you had listened to me the first time,
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
you should have listened to me the first time,
Oh, oh, uh-uh-oh,
we would never be in this mess.
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8. |
I Was Due
03:38
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I WAS DUE
I was due for a slap in the face
I was due for a healthy does of heartache
I was due for a criminal to make me cry
I was due for a sour revelation
I was due for a false sense of security
I was due for a flop without a how or why
I was sure I’d keep living lucky,
I’d never be the one to bruise.
But if love’s a game, then no one’s to blame
if sometimes you win and sometimes you loose.
I was due for a swift kick of reason
I was due for a sorry sad song
I was due for a hard-learned lesson
and a pack of lies I thought were true
I was due for a bitter aftertaste
for rain on my parade and guts gone to waste
and for loving from a man like you.
I could see it when the ship started sinking
water water everywhere but not a drop to drink
drowning deep down in an ocean of emotional energy
energy down the drain
there was confusion that was grief, there was disbelief,
there was running for the hills,
and now I’m finally starting to see
why this was happening to me
Life was filled with lovers warm and worthy
leaving only fond memories behind.
The time was right for you to arrive
and ruin all the faith I had in mankind.
fake her till you make her
make her till you take her
take her till you break her
and break her till you forsake her, baby
I was due for a liar and phony
I was due for an ugly inside out
I was due for dirty rotten cheater and a
shallow sorry S.O.B.
I was due for dreams up in smoke
for running ‘round in circles and love that was a joke
and for you to make a fool of me.
I was due for something in leather
a strong kick start
a brand new heart
a brand new smile
it’s been a while
it’s been a while
it’s been a while
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9. |
Bea
07:55
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BEA
Lord, won’t you sit down at this table.
Pour yourself a nice cold glass of beer.
There’s something on my mind,
and answer I can’t find,
and since I don’t pray
we might as well talk here.
See, I don’t want to go.
I don’t want to go.
If there’s heaven, if there’s hell,
I never want to know.
I don’t want to go, no.
Oh Lord, let me live forever.
Lord, I hear there’s an end of days.
I hear there’ll come a time I’ll end up dead.
But Lord, you have the tools
to make exceptions to the rules
so won’t you let this poor soul
keep on living instead.
I don’t want to go.
I don’t want to go.
If there’s heaven, if there’s hell,
I never want to know.
I don’t want to go, no.
Oh Lord, let me live forever.
You may say I am frightened of the things I can’t explain.
You may say I fear the darkness, the pain, the regret.
But the truth, for what it’s worth,
is I’m in love with life in earth.
And I’m begging you, Lord, for every second I can get.
I’m no sinner, I’m no saint.
sometimes I’m proud to say my name, sometimes I ain’t.
Can’t tell you, there’s no evidence to show.
I can’t tell you why I’m living, but there’s one thing that I know:
I don’t want to go (oh Lord)…
Oh Lord, if you’re sitting at this table,
if you’ve heard these words that I’ve said,
and I still must go someday,
give me till I’m old and grey,
and with a smile on my lips
let me say from my bed
that I’m
ready to go.
I’m ready to go.
I’m tired, old and lonely and I’ve
learned all I will know.
I’m ready to go.
Strange to say it’s so.
Oh Lord, let me rest forever.
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10. |
October 2008
01:46
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OCTOBER 2008
Joe couldn’t tell you where it all was coming from.
Couldn’t tell you why the road was getting rockier
and the news and all the numbers looked like mud.
The leaves were all falling and spinning in circles in allies and sidewalks and yards.
It was all so quiet.
A shiver that could be a cry or a scream
or the snow.
Joe didn’t know how to tell her they’d let him go.
That the winter would be empty of the warmer things
and the cracking ice would get much thinner, dear.
She sat down in the chair as she suddenly asked all the children to go to bed.
It was all so quiet.
A shiver that should be a cry or a scream.
And it snowed.
It snowed.
It snowed.
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11. |
Autumn Song
04:39
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AUTUMN SONG
shiver softly on my skin
autumn’s ready to begin
give me time till snow and storm
i’m still learning to stay warm
people talk and i reply
i go places, days go by,
nights are getting cold they say
i can’t feel much anyway
take a picture of this place
take a picture of his face
love him cause it’s going fast
this time wasn’t meant to last
let me float out on the sea
hide instead a hollow tree
curl up in a seed of grain
till the peace can thaw the pain
autumn’s ready to begin
keep me safe till spring’s reborn
i’m still learning to stay warm
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12. |
I'd Rather Be Lonely
02:48
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I’D RATHER BE LONELY
I’d rather be lonely, oh I’d rather be lonely
oh I’d rather be lonely than with you.
There’s something in your smile that makes me cautious.
There’s something in that stuff that’s in your hair that makes me naucious.
I’d rather be lonely, oh I’d rather be lonely
oh I’d rather be lonely than with you.
And maybe there’s a decent guy beneath that sweaty shirt and tie
but I’d rather be lonely, I’d much rather be lonely,
oh I’d rather be lonely than with you.
I’d rather be stranded where life has never landed
than listen to another word from you.
The things you say are vapid and moronic
and each time you gesticulate, you spill your gin and tonic.
I’d t rather my thumbs puncture both my fragile eardrums
than hear another peer come out of you.
I never thought a man could be so drenched in mediocrity.
Oh, I’d rather be lonely, I’d much rather be lonely
yes I’d rather be lonely than with you.
Oh why,
why did I come to this place?
Why did I look at your face just when you looked at mine?
Oh, I could fake an aneurism,
or a freak psychotic schism,
or if I much longer tarry
faking won’t me necessary.
I’d rather have needles poking both my eyeballs as I’m choking
than be less than twenty miles from you.
If you don’t step away from my, I swear I’ll stab you with my car key.
I’d rather be lonely, I’d much rather be lonely
oh I’d rather be lonely, I’d rather be lonely…
I’d rather eternity with Hitler, heartburn and Kenny G
than spend another second here with you.
I’m sprinting home with all my might
to Hagen Daas and Nick at Nite.
Oh I’d rather be lonely, I’d much rather be lonely
oh I’d rather be lonely than with you.
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13. |
End of the Line
04:04
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END OF THE LINE
I’ve set my feet down in many lands,
laughed in the mountains, cried in the soft while sands,
prayed in old churches and ancient stands of pine.
Now I’m on a Greyhound, and you’re at the end of the line.
To stand in one place is just the same
as standing in another with a different name.
People are still people, the sky’s still blue
and I’m still wandering, but all the roads lead to you.
All the roads lead to you.
All the roads lead to you.
All the roads lead to you.
To you.
My body’s tired, my mind’s aglow
with all I’ve seen and all I now know.
But my heart is aching, cause it’s not mine.
So now I’m on a Greyhound, and you’re at the end of the line.
You’re always at the end of the line.
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Garnering comparisons to Ben Folds and Fiona Apple, as well as the Beatles and the Gershwins, Chicago band DIANA & THE DISHES presents a unique, high-energy recipe of pop, soul, tight musicianship, sharp songwriting, and contagious fun. Their debut album, “Take A Picture,” was listed in Music Connection Magazine’s Hot 100 for 2011. ... more
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