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Apologia
01:44
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I'd like to apologize for anything I might have said that upset you
I'm sorry
So sorry
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2. |
Man on the Box
09:24
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Man on the Box
A little mindless chatter now and then; a little dance in the street
A little squeeze on the arm; a little smile, a little grease
A little voice says she's only fifteen
Ah, to be young again
A nice street down this street of plenty; my grand face with its lines and cracks
I hear the words all those people taught me 'bout being righteous and clean
I don't remember if they had meaning
Too many children tell me "lets have a good time"
I don't believe there's any problem; I just need my fix
A little time passes, a touch of smoke rises
It says "Again?"; I say goodbye
In the distance it seems it changes, like a chameleon, into a child
Call me Babylon, call me Hollywood, call me Babel, call me hell
It's like a circle; a simple path; easily followed; easily killed
You're on the corner, I'm in the alley; a little too far for casting stones
A man like me was on the box, confessed his sins; is he forgiven?
Another screamed: he is the devil, I saw his face change; he looked like me
A little time passes, a little smoke rises, she says, "Again?"
I say goodbye
In the distance, t seems she changes, like a chameleon, into a child
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3. |
Imperfect Touch
05:01
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Imperfect Touch
She doesn't believe me, I've got no secrets
Life's a plain reward, like all the loving you can find
I prayed for forgiveness, she laughed and ran away
You want love, my baby; you going to sit there and let it get away
Love, love is precious; love, love is fine
Bt you better be careful of this love you call mine
So, we say love, love, love; yes love, love, love
And if you hold me just as tight as you can
You might be a part of my plan
Don't cry for money; don't cry for pain
Just cry I love you and send it back to me again
For in an imperfect world, there can be no perfect love
But your imperfect touch gives me faith
We can make it in spite of this place
Love, love is precious; love, love is fine
But you better be careful of this love you call mine
So, we say love, love, love; yes love, love, love
And if you hold me just as tight as you can
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4. |
Twists
04:50
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Twists
Don't you think it rather strange?
Even though you still complain
Life's a little too deranged (Isn't it?)
Someone took my car away
Someone phone and said to pay
Jesus is my friend today (Isn't he?)
Then I find I'm here at work
A boss who says I'm such a jerk
A wife who says I'm just a squirt (So?)
(Give it to me) (It's all I want)
Now I see the TV's on
Telling me I got it wrong
Time to play a different song (Again?)
Maybe it's the clothes I wear
Maybe it's the color of my hair
Maybe I don't really care (Should I?)
It's not easy to explain
I just want to be the same
Am I the one you need to blame? (Get it right!)
The light is getting very bright
I should turn it off tonight
I hope there won't be a fight (Again)
(Give it to me) (It’s all I want)
I've been taking your embrace
I've been looking at your face
Were those lines that you erased? (Show me!)
A little boy asked do you know
After death where do you go
High above or far below (Smile!)
Is this still the land I love?
Dreams we know we were made of
To a place that is above (Us all)
I remember long ago
Speak of thing you shouldn't know
Tell them that you have to go (Now)
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5. |
The Faceless Crowd
06:58
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The Faceless Crowd
I was torn with confusion as I go to the river's edge
Sweet emotion has called on me; pass from me this ordeal to another
Far from suffering, I seek the easy life
Cleanse me free of this desperate need; of the hands; of the faces
That tear at the soul; that taps me to the masses
I've been touched here from birth, textbook vision that drive my life
A utopian need for so many; a country, a nation, asking: what's for me
Prosperity's key, the rewards you promised
My religious obsession turn my desires to greed
My fingers crumble like sand
As I yearn for the answers, as I question the passage we take
I feel the need to dissolve into the faceless crowd
To bee numb, to be tired, to be restless and bored
Like so many I wait to be let to the door
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Dance (LA Stew)
06:40
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Dance (LA Stew)
Welcome friends, welcome lovers, onto the high road into the dance halls
Swing on the motion; turn down the light, in the cathedral set fire to the night
The word is party; the word is disinterest, custom fingers and sacred delights
Hands together, eyes shut tight; hear the laughter as the little girls fight
Dance!
Dance! One foot to the other; hard pressed
Dance!
Testimony, rapture's call, dominion, escalation; drinks for all
Life's virtues, death's romance, party line and community home
Prisoner of love, prisoner of conscience; two cards from the stack
A small kiss, a lover's bullet, a blue back and a tear in your shirt
Smooth skin, smoother designs, a small camera and a very large lens
Black film, dull moves, three sisters who haven't got names
Draw pictures; tell stories, five glossies and your favorite food
A signed confession, a number to call; let's face it baby, you got it all
Dance!
Dance! One foot to the other; hard pressed
Dance!
Prisoner of love, prisoner of conscience; two cards from the stack
A small kiss, a lover's bullet, a blue back and a tear in your shirt
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7. |
Forgotten
06:30
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Forgotten
Love and paradise, dreams gone cold
I reached out; you remind me those days of old are gone
This is my family; these are my friends, my children, my past
Those moments are safe
In rooms without doors, without windows
Dark and forgotten; our life together
So many faces, lives unknown crowd in, offering little I can use
Speaking words with no meaning
Kisses without touch, hands that bind, truths that tarnish and betray
I am free, alone, forgotten
Bright, quiet, day-by-day I return
Different, better, familiar
Love and paradise, pictures and words
Forgotten like you
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8. |
The Last Apology
04:23
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I'm sorry but no more apologies can be accepted
I'm sorry
So sorry
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Mr Primitive Kenmore, Washington
Songwriter and recording artist, David William Pearce, began his musical life playing the trombone in every possible band he could. In his teens he took up the guitar and began writing songs. He's been at it ever since.
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