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Little Stars
04:32
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LITTLE STARS
All the filaments glowed so bright
They lit the dark and filled the night
With a thousand lights
A thousand lights
Little stars across the ceiling
The Milky Way is over our head
We pretend and carry on
Like we’re out here all alone
Those little stars across the ceiling
Start dancing to the songs
They all pop like Ziggy Stardust
When they put their red shoes on
All the filaments glow so bright
They light the dark and fill the night
With a thousand lights
A thousand lights
Here we are all down below
Little mirrors reflecting from our souls
We pretend and carry on
Like we’re not meant to be someone
Those little stars they look a lot like you and me
Flashing lights chasing flashing beats
Drinking lonely drinks in lonely seats
Thinking separate thoughts on separate streets
All the filaments glow so bright
They light the dark and fill the night
With a thousand lights
A thousand lights
We’re all looking for some arms
To hold us through the songs
Till we all pop and dance together
And we all put our red shoes on
We all put our red shoes on
We all pop and dance together
And hold each other through the songs
And hold each other through this song
Little stars across the ceiling
The Milky Way, it’s over our head
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2. |
Venice vs. The Sea
04:01
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VENICE VS. THE SEA
We can’t live here anymore
The water is too high
The locals lost the war
They can’t live here anymore
Market Square is seeded
With foreign souvenirs
Empty heartbeats rumble like
Tumbleweeds shaking down the shaky street
They can’t beat here anymore
There’s still old money
In a few accounts and hands
But they took away the homes
When they bought up the land
We can’t live here anymore
We can’t live here anymore
They couldn’t buy the ocean
So they built a hundred dams
But the water still grows high
When it decides it’s time
We can’t live here anymore
We can’t live here anymore
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OXOX
02:21
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OX
We were meant for love
We were meant for better things
And happy endings and ever afters
Warm greetings and heartfelt laughter
And love
We were meant for love
We were meant for bigger things and dreams
And little smiles and twinkling eyes
And wishes and hope
And love and kisses
We were meant for love
We were meant for bigger things and dreams
And little smiles and twinkling eyes
And wishes and hope
And love and kisses
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4. |
I Love The Clouds
02:59
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I LOVE THE CLOUDS
I love the clouds more than you you, honey
I love the clouds more than you you
They drift in and stagger and walk away slow
But they don’t break my heart when they go
You loved the chase more than me, honey
You loved the chase more than me
You rode in on my wake then you drifted astray
You broke my heart like a pot made of clay
You loved the chase more than me
We loved big city lights didn’t we, honey
We loved big city lights didn’t we
They sparkled like jewels with no deadlines or rules
We loved big city lights didn’t we
I love this song more than you, honey
I love this song more than you
It cradles me close as we waltz between codas
And it don’t leave me lonely and hopeless
Now I love the night more than you, honey
I love the night more than you
It’s secret and dark and brooding with rage
But it won’t break my heart when it gives way to the day
I love the night more than you, honey
I love the night more than you
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Washingtone State
05:03
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WASHINGTON STATE
It’s not funny
When all the people you love
Fall to pieces
In their minds
They keep trying
And looking harder
Between the setbacks
And the weekends
We could volunteer
For a getaway
From information
Wouldn’t that be great
With a bottle of wine
From Washington State
I know we’re not popular
But someone, somewhere likes our taste
It’s no fun
When all the people you love
Fall to pieces
In their minds
They keep trying
And looking harder
For successes
For the right timing
Here’s a ticket
To the corner store
Pick us up something
We’ll want something more of
Like bottle of wine
From Washington State
I know we’re not popular
But someone, somewhere likes our taste
Black haired Lou
He likes the Malbec
White haired Sue
She likes the Cabernet
Red headed Cindy
Likes that Zinfandel
Old mean Lindy
She likes her Gin
Me, I like a bottle of wine
From Washington State
I know it’s not popular
But I like the taste
It ain’t bad when it’s gone
And everybody
Is singing different songs
It ain’t bad when it’s gone
And everybody
Is singing different songs
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Absolute Boy
03:57
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ABSOLUTE BOY
There’s no joy for an absolute boy
Who finds reason in all that is coy
There’s no marks on his face
And he has not a trace
Of one single political race
There’s no well for indifference’s toils
A hard lesson with springs that recoil
There’s no grounds for your trial
The jury has been out for a while
And they’re not tuning in on your dial
Get your hopes just as high in the sky as you can
To dissect every part of some living man
It’s no random mistake
How we live out each day
In our own given way
Take your car and drive it as far as you can
To some moving but desolate land
Pick your fights, pick your friends
There’s no reason to blend
You have of your time left here to end
There’s a slower wind blowing this way
It won’t change everything in a day
But the end ain’t the end
When you’re staring over again
You just have to learn
To begin
And your lows they’re as low as our lows
So don’t bruise us and ruffle our bows
We’re not trying to find
All the answers this time
We're just singing these words
Because they rhyme
We’re not trying to find
All the answers this time
We're just singing these words
Because they rhyme
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7. |
Maybe She's Strange
04:43
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MAYBE SHE STRANGE
When she was younger
Much younger than she remembers
The wind took her leaves
Same as the trees in late September
She got older
And she hid out with the trains
More for her sanity
Than to keep from feeling strange
Maybe she’s strange
Maybe she’s beautiful
She could be president
To a country so dutiful
She hasn’t the faith
She counts her mistakes
Just like those trains
Running wild with shakes
She ran away
More times than we remember
But what’s a home
Without a heart or a burning ember
So down in the underground
She’d get higher than the rain
More for her sanity
Than to keep from feeling strange
Maybe she’s strange
Maybe she’s beautiful
She could be president
To a country so dutiful
She hasn’t the faith
She counts her mistakes
Just like those trains
Running wild with shakes
There’s a little child
So needs to go back home
She's down in the Underground
With the train tracks all alone
Hope you brought your raincoat
'Cause those raindrops they cold
Climbing to the stairs
Looking to the sky
Thunder applauds the lightning
Birds they scatter wide
The Underground beneath her feet
The sidewalk shakes and sighs
Another train has come and gone
Another raindrop dropping from the sky
Maybe she’s strange
Maybe she’s beautiful
She could be president
To a country so dutiful
She hasn’t the faith
She counts her mistakes
Just like those trains
Running wild with shakes
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8. |
The Last Line
04:16
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THE LAST LINE
You’re like a message in a bottle
That no one will ever read
You’re my bad habit
That I steal for to feed
You’re the want
And you’re the need
You’re the moment
That is endlessly passing
I’m the second
That’s been waiting to happen
You’re the wall and I’m the clock
That’s been hanging around
You’re a record
That won’t stop playing
And no medicine
Is strong enough for its needle
You’re the deep groove
That keeps on bleeding
You’re the last line
That keeps on repeating
In my head
You’re a souvenir
In a blue jean pocket
And I’m a scavenger
For you heart shaped locket
You’re the lock
And I’m the key
That’s been turning around
You’re a record
That won’t stop playing
And no medicine
Is strong enough for its needle
You’re the deep groove
That keeps on bleeding
You’re the last line
That keeps on repeating
In my head
In my head
In my head
Late at night in my bed
In my head
Late at night in my bed
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Rebekah Pulley St. Petersburg, Florida
Rebekah Pulley is a St. Pete, FL based songwriter and performer whose sultry, seasoned voice has been described as jaw dropping with a tendency to break your heart and shake your soul. Her music has wryly evolved, tapping roots-rock, blues, old-school country & western, jazz, and even gospel earning her 7 'Best Of The Bay’ awards from Tampa Bay’s own Creative Loafing. ... more
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