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April
05:10
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Some people live for romance, I'm not that kinda hearted, I just happened to be for those few days, maybe it was the light on the bay or the way we just kinda started, talking like we met long ago in a different age, where people moved in synchronized dances, with strange french names like the sauterielle, and our love it was forbidden, we kept it cloak and corner in our own hideaway...
Don't you know come April no matter who's by your side, or where you find yourself in April, every April, April, you'll always be mine..
We never had the lights of New York City, but there were early lights on the tulip trees, in life some things weigh more than passion, and it was a better man who beat me to a bended knee..
You were just standing there in the Cape May air, on the ferry love you took me by surprise I saw the soul behind those eyes...
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Be My Baby
03:57
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Won't you take me walking down these foreign streets, won't you show me all the places you stopped and you thought of me, won't you let me kiss you right here right now, won't you show me your pretend displeased pout, won't you be my baby, be my baby won't you..
won't you always keep me someplace safe to hide, when the world gets heavy or something silly hurts my pride, won't you let me run my fingers through your hair, even when you got it just that way, won't you want me all the same when it's all gone grey, won't you be my baby, be my baby won't you...
meet me at fifth and nine, outside your favourite coffee shop, any country corner any city block, I'll travel half way around the world if that's what you want, if you'll be my baby, won't you?
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Prisoner Of Love
03:23
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The soft hair on the nape of your neck, your sweet kiss and the memory of the taste of it, trapped in the talons of a dove, you made me a prisoner of love..
The subtle scent after you've been in the room, your whispered words and the way they wrote my ruin, I'm on my toes I am like Baryshnikov, I'm a prisoner of love...
what have you done my dear? What ever can I do? I know one thing is clear there is no escaping you...
You with your curves your wiles and your ways, I am sipping gin watching your silhouette and the wind play in the white drapes, in the iron grip of a velvet glove, I am a prisoner of love, so happy being, lock me up away and throw the key and.. keep me a prisoner of love...
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Carved Your Name
03:00
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Down the shadows of the shady lane, hearts of fire hearts of pain, over there by the river bend, is a bench where we used to spend time, didn't know where I was walking to, guess my thoughts was thinking of you, and that soft summer wind came in sweeter than sin, it was there in the park where you spoke those words and carved your name in my heart..
Moonlight waltzing on the windowsill hearts of fire hearts that kill, you awoke me from my reverie said there was some things you had to say to me, as I had one last cigarette you kissed my mouth put your head on my chest and that soft summer wind came in sweeter than sin, it was there in the dark that you spoke those words and carved your name on my heart...Did you know what you were doing? Did you know who you were fooling? well you sure left a mark when you spoke those words and carved your name on my heart.
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Steely Biceps
04:21
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You came inside, you shut the door, you let your gossamer gown float on down to the floor, that's how I know, I know it's true, there ain't no one who does me baby, better than you...
your soft suspirations, your sweet intimations the scent of your sweat, the way you kiss my neck, it's how I know I know it's true, ain't nobody baby who does me better than you...
I smelled your breath in a peony I plucked, got into my pickup truck I turned on the radio, old Willie's blue eyes, hear him crying in the rain, but I have no cause to complain because I gotta you...
it's like a dream sometimes when you push your slender body all close to mine, it's how I know, how I know it's true, there ain't no one who does me better than you...
and when you come to your crisis, and you bite down so hard upon my steely biceps it's how I know I know it's true there ain't no one who does me better than you...
ain't no other girl in this wide old world...etc..
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Harbour Lights
02:51
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See the swift rain hit the pavement, walking back to the basement apartment, where threadbare sheets form a mattress on the floor, well I know this ain't your home, and you've already stayed on so long, so with the leaves fallin' hear the waves callin' from somewhere warm..
lights on the water, boats in the harbour places to go, but why don't you stay?
I've been here a few times, seen them love looks heard them lovers' sighs, felt time knocking on the door, and I can smell your lust, you got the urge to jump a Greyhound bus, meet new folks peradventure somewheres you've never been before...
lights on the water, boats in the harbour places to go, but why don't you stay?
Trains at the station, a new destination, places to go, but why don't you stay?
Birds on the tarmac just say that you'll be back, o I know you can't stay.
Feel the first snow hit my face, stumble drunk back to my place, you don't stay there anymore....
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Straw Hat
03:42
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It was hot, of course it was hot, it was the summer, I was drinking a beer but I was still feeling sober, all the heads in the room turned when you walked in through the door, and I said to myself I swear I've seen this women somewhere before.
Some folks sat on the grass some sat in the shade, but baby we danced as the jazz played, the sweet sound of the surf the soft feel of the sand, the drunken kisses the moon glow and the hand in hand...
you were wearing your wide brim straw hat, and the calico dress that fit you the best with your brown hair all down your back, I remember it was two summers back when I lost my heart to the woman in the wide brim straw hat.
strange thing about love is it only lives where it's born, and the strange thing about women is they're never very happy for very long, so you went off, said you had to find yourself in this dirty world, it's typical behaviour for a little girl...
I lost it all to the woman in the wide brim straw hat...
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90's Song
02:33
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Change your hair cut your clothes, move somewhere nobody knows you, pack your bags hit the road, leave these sorry souls behind you...
They don't have the right to own you, they don't have the right to need you, they don't have the right to want you around...
Tie some string to a stick, dip it in and let it dangle, pretty soon you'll catch another fish to dance a single handed tango...
Change your hair cut your clothes, move somewhere nobody knows...
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9. |
A Year In A Mansion
03:57
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Summer days tend to fade, like all the loves that they bring with them, I found you in the shade in your jodhpurs with boots a'matching, I don't really ride, I could never keep up to you...
Fall found all the burs, we pulled them from your king Charles spaniel, you look so fine in furs in all of your shared photos, and that portrait in the hall where the painter nearly made you smiling...
Does anybody know, would anyone believe that you and me were lovers...
Winter tried to win, but I stayed stalwart through it, overheard you were with him on a beach in the south Pacific, I've never seen the sea I've never even left the prairies...
Spring was such a breeze at least for those first few moments, in a dress that showed your knees, and your hand with that ring on it, but after the celebration party you knew exactly where to find me...
Does anybody know, would anyone believe that you and me, we're lovers...
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10. |
Clover
05:08
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He clove to her in clover, she cleaved beneath the leaves, the violent violet moon can't forget a thing it sees, it never snows in February it's just a bone chilling cold and even the most hardened hearts long for someone to hold...
I loved you then I love you now, and everyday I know I will love you more somehow...
The cat is at the window eyeing all the birds, I am at the kitchen table, I am searching for the perfect words, the wheat wants a raining, soldiers go to war, the old Gods are listless since nobody believes anymore...
I loved you then I love you now, and everyday I know I will love you more somehow..
In the drawing room the sunny afternoon, in the drawing room that sunny afternoon..
I love you then I love you now, and everyday I know I will love you more somehow..
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11. |
Walk Away
03:45
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I was a fool to believe in the fabled second time around, folks don't change and with my low birth how could I share your gentle crown, we built ships in the sky to watch them fly and never touch down...
Everything I do, everything I say just makes you mad so I'll just walk away...
See all my naked dreams lying shapeless in your ivory arms, it's a cutting diamond heart that hides 'neath all them summery charms, there'll be no sunny sky Sunday drives to peach orchards and strawberry farms...
Everything I do, everything I say just makes you mad so I'll just walk away...
And o, you make it easy, when you won't even kiss me...
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Kipp Kocay Winnipeg, Manitoba
With a passport ruined by red wine and an anthology of Rimbaud (of which he's only read one or two poems), Kipp Kocay sings songs about all the women he's never met and those hours that dance between the sun.
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