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What You Deserve |
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Kentucky Sun |
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Tripping |
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When Lilies
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Road To
Nowhere |
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Ripple |
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A.J.E. |
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Sign From
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Trip Up The Mountain |
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Sarasong |
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WHAT YOU DESERVE - words & music by Nick Edelstein |
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[I] run across the floor
as you scramble through the door.
I’ll never hear your pitter-patter ever again.
What is it you know?
I can’t understand a word.
Did you know all that silly, jibber-jabber sounds absurd?
So run the world down.
Pick me up and hold me.
Your big brown eyes see right through my disguise.
I can’t see anymore.
So go paint the town.
Piss on every corner.
Oh, but don’t have a fit. No, no.
You got what you deserve.
That curly brown hair.
I can’t help but stare.
But how much longer did you think
I could chase that bouncing ball?
Oh what will I do?
Where will you go?
When the time has come, for you da pass on by,
don’t let me know . . .
I’ll take the world down.
Take it by storm.
Lookin’ for you, or something new,
I’m not really sure.
Can’t get you outta my head.
Just think of all the wasted time.
Thank God my brown eyes saw right through your disguise;
you got what you deserve.
You got what you deserve.
You got what you deserve.
You got what you deserve. |
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KENTUCKY SUN - words & music by Nick Edelstein |
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I can’t live in the city anymore; too many women in the night.
I’m headed for the Bluegrass State
where people love the light and I will run. I’m on the run, run, run.
Yeah, I gotta get to the Southland so I can see Kentucky sun.
They call it “the meadow land,” the “land of tomorrow.”
From the Cumberland waterfall, to the sassafras of Owensboro.
I got to go, go, go.
I’ll find peace in the Southland underneath Kentucky sun.
The riverbank near Louisville is “dark and bloody ground.”
Lush hills of goldenrods.
And then there’s the state fair grounds. There’s enough for everyone.
So get to the derby and help yourself to Kentucky sun.
I’m not from the Big Apple with its neon night.
I come from the Bluegrass State – I got to spread my wings and fly.
And I’m on the run, run, run.
So get to the Southland and help yourself to Kentucky sun. |
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TRIPPING - words & music by Nick Edelstein |
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Groovy pop culture, overflowing ecstatic love.
Peace – tells it like it is.
Rock and roll and hippie beads,
boss to the jive of the underground –
never found.
Time, radio, and TV. How can they relate to me?
Swirly colors not they see. I am he but we are not together.
Oh, when you’re tripping, you gotta let go.
When you’re tripping, they move real slow.
When you’re tripping, oh, oh, oh,
When you’re tripping, aww, you gotta let go.
Symbiotic souls as one, laying under the same sun.
Same land and air and water space.
No one sees through my face.
Cameras and politics, still they never get my
kicks.
Yeah, 'cause when you’re tripping, you gotta let go.
When you’re tripping, they move real slow.
When you’re tripping, oh, oh, oh,
When you’re tripping, aww, you gotta let go.
Family and kids have I. Can’t wait ‘till they learn to fly.
Oh, but will they feel the same pain as I…did?
When will humans learn to grow?
To understand what they don’t know?
To live for fun and not for show?
Yeah, 'cause when you’re tripping, they move real slow.
When you’re tripping, you gotta let go.
When you’re tripping, uh, uh, uh,
When you’re tripping, yeah you gotta let go. |
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WHEN LILIES FADE - words & music by Nick Edelstein |
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Take a deep breath, child within.
Collect. Ah, recollect. Now, how do you feel?
Invisible chairs, watching the world drive by.
Don’t you wish those dark Autumn leaves could fly you
higher and higher? I can make it just a
little further, where the world seems smaller.
Farther up that tree where all the lilies suddenly seem . . . faded.
Serenity is not a birthright.
You must love the Earth to feel it move.
Talk up a storm if it makes you feel better.
Evaporate your mind if it gets you
higher and higher. Life will stop you to
take that breath. Let the child inside scream
“father, I have made it to the top and I can see . . . forever.”
When lilies fade, memories flood
and time stretches still.
Lovers lost beneath an Autumn breeze, imagine.
You played the cards at hand, ‘cause the odds were in your favor.
But looking back you never won. Stop chasing the sun!
Well, there’s nothing wrong with a dreamer
but you can’t spend all your time asleep. |
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ROAD TO NOWHERE - words & music by Nick Edelstein |
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Driving down a paved road,
wave to the people passing.
Taking in the sights,
[there’s] so much to see.
Buildings everywhere
stretching the horizon.
At night they glow
it’s hard to breathe. So hard to breathe.
So I’m taking that road to nowhere, but this can't be all I want to be.
One in a million odds we’ll meet again.
Just remember me.
Driving down a dirt road,
wave to the kinfolk.
Taking in the sights,
[there’s] not much to see.
When the sun shines
I will recognize
the sweetness that I used to feel
in your lying eyes.
And I’m on this road in the middle of nowhere, but this can’t be all I
want to be.
One in a million, shining stars in the sky.
Could you be happy just getting by?
Hear the thunder, feel the rain drops falling on my head.
Coming down in buckets and filling me with lead.
And I take that road to nowhere when I’m alone at night and it’s hard to
breathe.
One million, shining stars in the sky.
Could you be happy just getting by?
I’m happy right where I am, trying to get by. I’m getting by. |
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RIPPLE - words & music by Nick Edelstein |
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So you squeeze a little
harder,
as hard as you can.
And pray it’s enough to get through the day.
Body is aching
but you dare not let go.
When you love a dream, do whatever it takes.
Go make your ripple
in the waters of time.
Find your sweat tastes bittersweet.
Those scars will vanish
in the smiles of children,
and you’ll feel the ripples collide.
Stop fishing for a lover
and chisel your niche.
And you’ll find the fish are finding you.
Say something peculiar
or speak nothing at all;
that’s always been my finesse.
And when life brings you to words
for which books have no meaning,
search your heart -
‘cause that’s where our ripples collide.
Oh, that's where our ripples collide. |
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A.J.E. - words &
music by Nick Edelstein |
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City lights in the distance
across the bay.
Out my window in the Bayview
I saw the day.
Freshwater marsh, saltwater air.
Run my fingers through your hair.
See your small hand, tiny fingers.
Then a smile, through your fingers.
Rest your head upon my arm.
The storm will pass there’s no alarm.
Lightning flashes. Hear no thunder.
I’ll protect you. Feel the rain fall.
And you sit there, at the table
eating your grilled cheese.
You’re the cutest little girl.
You’re the cutest, little girl.
Fly your kite out, on the beach.
In the soft sand, you’re the cutest.
Build your castle, live your kingdom.
Audrey. Little Audrey. A.J.E.
And I love you. |
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SIGN FROM ABOVE -
words & music by Nick Edelstein |
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Never saw the Dark Side of
Oz
and now I’ll never need to.
Max says I’m not missing much,
I think I was just missing you.
Who knew freedom could be ink on paper?
I always thought it was love.
But if it’s true how come I’m so lonely?
I needed I sign from above
just like this one.
Oh, singin’ and prayin’
ooh, oooooh
‘cause I was strayin’ from what I was born to do.
just like this one
There must’ve been something about the weather
ooh, oooooh
in that Georgia September.
I close my eyes to dream automatic
'cause I don’t want to see the end.
Wrap my soul in the blanket you gave me
and write a song again
just like this one.
Oh, singin’ and prayin’
ooh, oooooh
‘cause I was strayin’ from what I was born to do.
just like this one
There must’ve been something about the weather
ooh, oooooh
in that Georgia September. |
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TRIP UP THE MOUNTAIN -
words & music by Nick Edelstein |
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When you've taken that first
step
there's no turning back.
'nd there will be a long road ahead of you
so make sure you pack.
Now you'll never make it to the top
until you take the risk.
Until you take that first step
and believe within yourself.
When the fire inside you goes away you'll know loneliness
and what it feels like to be turned away;
to be second best.
So you've got to reach into your soul
and let the fire grow again.
Risk the only thing you've got left to hold on to
and let the cuts mend.
'Cause it's the trip up the mountain
that counts in the end.
That's where you'll find the good times,
that's where you'll find true friends.
Baby it's the trip up the mountain takes all that you've got.
If you want to make it to the top and claim your rightful spot,
you've got to give it your all
and climb the highest you can.
And when the others fall,
lend a helping hand.
'Cause even though the top of the mountain,
is what you're aimin for;
I tell ya it's the trip up the mountain,
that counts for so much more.....
And it's the trip up the mountain
that counts in the end.
That's where you'll find the good times,
that's where you'll find true friends.
Don't you know the trip up the mountain takes all that you've got.
If you want to make it to the top and claim your rightful spot,
Don't you know the trip up the mountain counts in the end.
That's where you'll find the good times,
that's where you'll find true friends.
Don't you know the trip up the mountain takes all that you've got.
If you want to make it to the top and claim your rightful spot. |
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SARASONG - words
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[I] Watch her watch the watch to
watch the morning sun
come in, come in, come in, come in
to me from the cold garden.
“I love,” I scream. “It’s true!”
When seasons change it can be easy to
turn your cheek and harden your heart.
But you open your hand and satisfy everything on Earth.
פּוֹתֵחַ
אֶת־יָדֶךָ וּמַשְׂבִּיעַ לְכָל־חַי רָצוֹן׃
Living in that minimalistic, cliché paradise
a bohemian saw the light.
Another paradox deconstructed.
And you fill the air with your Sarasong.
“Follow your dreams with a backup plan”
Everybody’s on a different path. |
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