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Night Owl
04:54
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I do my best thinkin', or lack thereof
Between midnight and 5 AM,
A tall drink and the stars above,
Some green grass and some good friends.
Don't go to sleep just yet,
We've almost lost our minds.
Don't go to sleep just yet,
We've barely touched the wine.
Don't go to sleep just yet,
This is when the fun begins.
Don't go to sleep just yet,
Or we won't have nothin' to regret tomorrow.
This one goes out to all the owls,
My fellow creatures of the night.
Raise your glasses and give a howl,
'Cause the full moon is shining bright.
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Darling, you're the only thing
On which I can depend,
'Cause it's a world of used-car salesmen
And fair weather friends.
But if there's one thing that I've pieced together
As we've encircled the sun,
It's that to love is to never stop learning to love,
And that's just what we've done.
I would sleep like a babe
'Neath a blanket of bees
If you were there beside me.
When I'm with you baby,
Everything's alright,
That dirty devil in my dining room,
He stays outta sight,
You keep me cool through the swelter,
Burn me up in the cold,
Baby, your kiss is just like Dorian;
It never gets old.
Love, it ain't a painting
Hung, dried, up on the wall.
Love, it ain't a record
Wrapped in plastic at the mall.
Love, it ain't a poem
Printed neatly on the page.
Love, it ain't a statue
Standing frozen through the ages.
'Cause love ain't ever finished.
Love ain't ever still.
Love is like a great white shark;
It must keep moving or be killed.
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Alas, so it goes,
A dozen years, and once more,
I can't compete
With the call of the sea.
C'est la vie, mi amor,
Ever wild as before,
You'll pack your things,
And I'll keep memories.
Bright rippling lights at our feet.
Scraps for the hounds of the street.
Hands ever drawn to the heat.
Maroon dulls to grey,
A starry night fades to day,
A willow bends
To break free from its roots.
So adieu, mi amor,
Hazel eyes still unsure,
You'll pack your things,
And I'll keep memories.
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Lately, your golden crown
Is losing its luster.
Could it be that the crown-makers swindled you,
When they swore it would be
Everything that you were after?
But we'll take your golden throne
And melt it down into
The most lavishly expensive pair of cement shoes
That the world has ever seen.
Singin' "Ohhhh, Oohhh
You'll be worth your weight in gold
When you're sinkin' with it."
Well you've nowhere to hide, and you've
No one to run to.
You took your fire and your fury and you
Burned every bridge you had left,
Now, didn't you?
'Cause Old Nick is callin' now,
He's sayin' the rent's due.
Funny how much friendlier the old man had seemed
At the crossroads, 60 miles south of Moscow.
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5. |
Sketch of Late Summer
03:32
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