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Yesterday (I Met A Girl)
02:16
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Yesterday I met a girl
Her smile was like a pearl
I know I would be a fool
To think that she would love me too
But dreams are all I hold to now
Everything else goes wrong somehow
I know I’ll escape, but now
I need a little time
But thank you for smiling at me
The hope you bring means more to me
Then all the pain in this world
Now it’s back to reality
This life of mediocrity
Waiting for the next time
I might meet you again
I hope I’ll be a better man
One of whom you might hold the hand
Who’ll sweep you off your feet and be
The man you deserve
Dreams are made of broken hearts
Seasons change, friends will part
Yesterday I thought
I knew who I am
I was born to be a man
To stay the course and lend a hand
Some things I can’t understand
But that don’t matter to you
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Blanket For Your Bed
02:32
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I saw you on the stair
With a ribbon in your hair
And a foolish grin upon your face
You were talking to a man
With his heart in your hand
Looking for a blanket for your bed
I turned the other way
Cuz all I had to say
Was something you didn’t want to hear
And I walked on down the street
With my words in my feet
And a blanket to put upon your bed
There’s a place in the sky
Where the clouds meet your eyes
And what’s far away can seem pretty near
I know I’ve been hurt
And I know there’s been worse
And I know you’ve got a blanket for your bed
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3. |
Not To Fall
03:07
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I waited patiently for a sign
You said, “I gave you one”
I said, “That’s fine”
But these days are hard
And it’s getting harder not to fall
I look to my past and all I see
Are all my demons coming after me
These days are hard
And it’s getting harder not to fall
I reach to my family
I reach to my friends
Can they hold me up until the end?
These days are hard
And it’s getting harder not to fall
In the place from where I come
There’s an army killing our young
These days are hard
And it’s getting harder not to fall
Can a lie be the truth
When the consequences kill our youth?
These days are hard
And it’s getting harder not to fall
Oh sweet Jesus, please carry me
To a place where I can be free
These days are hard
And it’s getting harder not to fall
Take me by the hand
And make use of more than I am
These days are hard
And it’s getting harder not to fall
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4. |
The Prisoner's Song
02:28
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(Lyrics by Paul Fitzsimmons)
Sometimes when the moon makes a light
In the dark of my middle of night
Sometimes when the sun comes soft through the trees
And the west wind breaks into a breeze
I see your beautiful face
I feel your beautiful grace
Oh, life is so smashing
I’ve got to go crashing
I’ve got to get out of this place
Sometimes when the clouds and the stars
Get to roaming beyond these old bars
Sometimes when the birds are all flying around
The crickets a-chirping outside on the ground
I feel your hand on my thigh
Your soul in the breath of your sigh
Christ may be risen, but I’m still in prison
With a bunk and a cup and a pail
In a corner at night, like a fallen-down kite
That’s come to the end of the trail
Sometimes when twilight comes on like a kiss
I get to remembering all I miss
Sometimes when there’s music like love in the air
Foolish or not I keep seeing you there
Your fingertips searching way in to my soul
My guts going out of control
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Detox
02:20
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I’m a man with a mission
And an obstinate ignition
In the perils of perdition
Is where I do my fishing
I’ve been drunk on an ocean
Of a pseudo-yogic potion
In the guise of devotion
Assaulted by emotion
I need to detox from a girl
Before she destroys me
Detox from a girl
Before she controls me
I can’t afford to make that mistake again
“Let it go” is my only friend
I’ve been called a mortician
A misanthropic exhibition
Of an overplayed rendition
Of Stevie Wonder’s “Premonition”
But there’s more to life than misses
Miseries and even kisses
When there’s a stack of dirty dishes
And irreconcilable wishes
*I want a bit part in your life
A walk on would be fine
I just want a bit part in your life
Rehearsing all the time
*Evan Dando
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6. |
Dawn
03:18
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I’m alone and the wind’s blowing hard
On my face
Distorting my place
My heart starts to race
And I wish I was home
Before leaving she said she’d be back one day
Morning rises
With empty skies
I read through her lies
Wondering if she’ll return
All I have is a prayer to get by
And the company of a fool
Who just won’t seem to die
The leaves are falling outside my room
The ground it is red
A natural bed
I will lay down my head
And pretend I’ve disappeared
What can I do to get through to you?
Through all this pride
There’s something inside
I can no longer hide
Or I will explode
Every time the weather is bad
I think of the day
You went away
What more I can say
Until the new ray of dawn
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7. |
I Got A Woman
02:37
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I got a woman, she’s strong as an ox.
She means what she says and gets what she wants.
She floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee
And she’ll drop you real quick
If you don’t set her free
I was traveling far in the valley of doom
When I stopped at an inn for a meal and a room
The bartender said I’d have to use cash
So I poured him a drink
And he smoked me some hash
I work on a farm with a man named McGee
He pours my coffee and washes my feet
He says his home’s a galactic empire
East of Montana
And west of Orion
I carry a pen wherever I go
Cuz who you will meet, you never know
It might be a man with a contract to sign
Or a woman who wants you to read her mind
There’s a greenhouse down yonder where I plant my seed
My pop always said, “Don’t plant more than you need”
But sometimes a man has to compromise
When his heart’s as big as his daddy’s eyes
I’ve got a woman, she’s strong as an ox
She means what she says and she gets what she wants
She floats like a butterfly, stings like a bee
And she don’t take no shit
From a romantic like me
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8. |
Open Door
03:05
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Down this path is someone I will meet
But I treat it the same
Through a door I came
Without a smile or frown
Eyes to the ground
I was knocked to the floor
At the open door
I looked around to see
What had done this to me
Glaring at me with hate
Was my living fate
With dirty hands, a torn hat
A face I couldn’t look at
I was feeling sore
At the open door
Behind these dreams, you cry
In fear, I hide
They sound once more
The open door
There’s not a whisper to hear
Or a decision to fear
And the voices that cry
Tell the truth when they lie
Messengers offer me gifts
And mend the rifts I create
And they love me though
I’ve broken our silent vows
There must be something I’m forgetting here
I try to remember
But the words aren’t clear
Would you look at me with something other than sympathy
With lust and desire
the blinding fire
burning down the door
I cannot get through
And the wait grows longer still
With every crash and spill
And the people who walk by
Are the stars in the sky
And the door’s open wide
Inside of you
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9. |
Too Much In Love
02:58
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It’s about time that I got home
There’s not much left to say
The moon is down the room is bare
We’ve gotten on okay
There’s a lot to say for keeping the dust out of your eyes
The law designs the road it’s time I realized
But still the pattern plays inside my head
And I’m too much in love to stop it now
I long to see the sun
I long to feel alright
This road is awful long
My weariness grows tired
I feel around the places where the wind cracks through the walls
I know that I can keep up if this whole thing doesn’t fall
The hiding demon turns its head
And I’m too much in love to stop it now
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10. |
Requiem
02:25
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There’s an old man down the road
He don’t know where to go
He takes a dollar from his coat
And watches as it rolls
Like the pennies in the garden of his mind
Like the cotton balls that got him in the grind
There’s so much out there he thought he would find
And now he’s got the time
But nowhere to go
Take the ladder from the shack
This time it’s going to blow
Lock the door and shut the shades
There’s nothing it don’t know
Put the bibles and the brooms under the clothes
In the lightning flash the mirrors have all froze
There’s so much in here it shivers and it glows
There’s nowhere left to go
And his hands are cold
In the suffering and sleet
They pulled him from the ditch
Though they found him weak and thin
The sky was deep and rich
And the piled him on the pyre in the rain
As the cock elicited the last refrain
And with the final words of this hard boiled game
They bowed their heads in shame
And wandered home
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Drew Hayward Cedar Rapids, Iowa
I've been performing in the Iowa City/Cedar Rapids area since the early 2000s. I played lead guitar in Agnes Mabel Becky in the grungy 90s. I grew up watching my dad play bass in the The Horse Flies. My songs are a mix of folk, rock, and electronic with words that tell a story. ... more
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