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Central Avenue/The City
07:02
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CENTRAL AVENUE
I was walking
Past the corner
Of Central Avenue
And Second Street
Heading west
Into the sunset
The sun so bright
No one could see the streetlights
The sign said walk
But no one moved
We looked both ways
Like people often do
Then one brave soul
Took the first step
Off the sidewalk
Followed by the rest
Walking west
On Central Avenue
Thinking about how
Twenty years have changed you
But I've changed too
Like this Central Avenue
I've opened up
And I've shut down
Hoping a few
Of my
Favorite things
Stick around
THE CITY
Look at this city
It's taken me in
We'll always remain
The best of enemies
Its door have been open
Its lights have been lit
The night is proposing
We explore every part of it
Feel the city
Running through my veins
See the city
Sweating out of my skin
Hear the city
Pounding like a drum
We take the city
Or the city takes us all
One by one
The indifferent bartenders
With serious faces
Watch the night come and go
Filling in empty spaces
Young tattooed arms
Lift strong cups of spirits
To toast to some old friends
Or make new ones of those who or nearest
Keeping up ...
In and out of doors
Up and down streets
Climbing higher
And higher
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2. |
I Got A Man
02:55
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I had a man in Tallahassee
He loved to hug me
He loved to kiss me
Then I'd go home
All alone
Without that man from Tallahassee
I had a man in Chattanooga
He did things to me
Only he could do
I loved to squeeze him
Then I loved to leave him
All alone in Chattanooga
I had a man over in Memphis
We'd sing all night
Playing songs until breakfast
I had a man in Birmingham
He worked all day as a quarry man
He had a big soft heart
He had big strong hands
Sometimes I still miss those strong hands
Of my man from Birmingham
I had a man in Carolina
Sometimes I still drop by
From time to time
I had a man over in Houston
He got laid off
Moved down to Galveston
Now I got a man down in Galveston
He makes biscuits
And gravy in an old saucepan
He likes to feed me
He loves to need me
Think I'll stick around in Galveston
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3. |
Nobody's Cool Anymore
03:32
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There he was
He looked just like you
You didn't applaud
All the things he use to do
There you were
No shirt and no shoes
You couldn't wear
All the same things
The way he use to do
Here I am
The same as I was
Letting it all ride on red
Just because
There they are
Smoking cigarettes
On someday museum sidewalks
That we'll all forget
Nobody's cool anymore
Not like John Lee Hooker
Or Elvis or Marilyn Monroe
Not like gunslingers or traveling shows
Mae West or James Dean
Or anything
That's ever been before
Nobody's cool anymore
There he was
He looked just like you
You didn't applaud
All the things he use to do
There you were
No shirt and no shoes
You couldn't wear
All the same things
The way he use to do
Nobody's cool anymore
Not like Woody Guthrie
Johnny Cash or Model A Fords
Not like Green Onions
Mohair suits
Or Han Solo or anything
That's ever been before
Nobody's cool Anymore
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4. |
Holes In The Sky
03:17
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We can't outrun the sun
But we run and we run and we run
We shoot bullets at the sky
But are guns are loaded with nothing
With these muscles on our arms
And our innocent young charm
We learn something
About holes in the sky
How someone shot
Someone tried
To be someone
We can't hide from our shadows
But we marvel and we seek and we owe
We throw dollars in the dark
But our money is loaded with nothing
With this air in our pockets
And our heart filled lockets
We buy something
To plug up holes in the sky
That someone shot out
So we could try
To be something
We make chords on guitars
And we strum and we strum and we strum
We put letters in lyrics
But our words are loaded with nothing
With these muscles on our arms
And our innocent young charms
With this air in our pockets
And our heart filled lockets
We try and fill the holes in the sky
That someone shot out
So we could try
To be someone
But we don't know why
We don't know why
We can't outrun the sun
But we run and we run and we run
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5. |
Jackpot City
03:23
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At a quarter past noon
They emerged from the mines
With pasty white faces
And sun deprived eyes
In ordered rows
And ordered lines
What was it they
Went in looking to find
Jackpot City
Jackpot town
They came here looking
But they never found
A shinning jewel
Or a golden crown
In a jackpot city
Jackpot town
Haven't they heard
The veins have run dry
The captains have sailed on
Into that sweet by and by
Those that clung to the dream
They got left behind
With nothing but wind
And sand in their eyes
Jackpot City
Jackpot town
They came here looking
But they never found
A shinning jewel
Or a golden crown
In a jackpot city
Jackpot town
Jackpot city
Jackpot town
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6. |
Empty
03:59
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When you come back home
You'll find me standing there alone
In the middle
Of a warm winter night
I won't be sleeping
In that bed we bought for dreaming
It's too empty
To dream in tonight
When you walk through that door
You'll find me sitting out back
On the porch where we shared
All our secrets
But I won't be speaking
To that chair you sat in so easy
It's too empty
To speak to tonight
I'm trying hard to be strong
Like my mother was for so long
But I watched her wither away
Till there was nothing left
But empty space
So I'm throwing out the bed
I'm getting rid of that chair
You can come back or you can stay
I won't feel empty either way
No, I won't feel empty either way
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7. |
Doot, Doot, Doo
03:02
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I never meant to stay this long
Never thought I'd ever live this long
I never meant to make a song
Never thought I'd ever sing this long
You, you said I should sing it
So I try
Doot, Doot, Doo
I never meant to go this far
Never thought I'd be a shooting star
Never thought I'd own a car
Never thought I'd ever drive it quite so
Far from you
But you taught me to drive it
So I did
But I'll always come home
Never leave you alone
For too long
I was born a miracle
My brothers and my sisters too
We learned to clap our hands
And stomp our feet
Play all night and sing in the streets
And we'd go
Doot, doot, doo
I never meant to live so hard
Never thought life would be this hard
Never thought I'd be the one making it hard
Never thought I'd be the one to tear it apart
You, you said I should change it
So I try
To never go too far
Never chase a shooting star
Never leave you alone
Never go too far away from home
Doot, doot, doo
Doot, doot, doo
Doot, doot, doo
Doot, doot, doo
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8. |
The Sea Of Everything
03:07
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I'm lost in a sea
Of everything
You're taking a chance
On sailing with me
This ship is leaking
And slowly sinking
You're taking a chance
On sailing with me
A tempest is threatening
I feel it stirring up the still air
You're risking your own soul
On a boat bound for nowhere
The waves are aching
For a place to be breaking
You're risking your own soul
On a boat bound for nowhere
I consider the good men
Who've sailed beside me before
As men of high hopes
For far away shores
Now I drink with their memory
And I toast to their names
Here's to all of you good men
That have came and then went
I'm going down with this ship
It's too late to save it
Lower the lifeboat
Set yourself adrift
I'll salute you from the helm
As the water rushes in and overwhelms
And I become part
Of a sea of everything
I'll be lost to the sea
Of everything
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9. |
Whiskey
03:37
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I wish you were whiskey
To get me strong as I need to be
And share all these words in my heart
That won't let me sleep
I stay up all night thinking
About what tomorrow may bring
I've got two fists empty
For drinking you in
I'd consume you slowly
Hold on to you tightly
Share with you daily
About the stuff
We are made of
I wish you were whiskey
To still this warbling soul
That will be roaming the night
For someone to hold on to tightly
I wish you were whiskey
I wish you were cocaine
I wish you were tobacco
I wish you were heroin
I'd consume you slowly
Hold on to you tightly
Share with you daily
About the stuff
We are made of
I wish you were whiskey
I wish you were cocaine
I wish you were tobacco
I wish you were heroin
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10. |
F, S, HG
04:25
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Did you know
We break our own heart
Did you know we tell our self
When to start and when to stop
We are triathletes competing against
Our own deck of cards
I am a gambler
I have gambled my life away
I have won some hands
But I have lost more to the Milky Way
Well God damn you
You straight faced Milky Way
I am a dreamer
I was just born that way
You know my mother and my father
Thought I'd be geared a different way
But here I am
Repeating their mistakes
I've tried to walk away from the table
And scrub my own self clean
Through Jesus and all the other
Esoteric beings
But none of them gave me wings
At least none that I could see
I am a triathlete
I have tried to believe
In the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost
But trying to believe
In someone else
Has only crushed my soul
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11. |
Others
04:42
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I don't write R & B
I don't write pop or country
Or movie soundtracks
Or rap or indie
Have you ever felt like nothing
Have you ever felt like something
Somewhere in the middle there
Is where I make a living being
The other from those
That have made up their mind
The other from those
Who never understood why
The others have
An opinionated option
Below the other boxes
I'm the other
What's the matter with me
Am I some kind of freak
Reading books from the ending
Makes for a happier beginning
What king of stuff are you made of
Do you ask yourself similar questions
Hearing the same song over and over again
Are you listening for a happy ending
Are you the other from those
That have made up their mind
The other from those
Who never understood why
The others have
An opinionated option
Below the other boxes
Are you the other
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12. |
Happiness
04:01
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Happiness
Is going to come your way
And when it does
Catch it before it blows away
Happiness
Is like the shifting wind
When it blows away
It always blows back again
This is a song
Sung to the wind
You can inhale my words
Then breathe them back again
If you take my voice
And carry it away
Bring it back with some happiness
For another day
Don't be sad
When the wind is still
For if it is
Rest your wings up in the willows
You'll be glad
When you awake
To a thousand kisses
From the leaves that shake
This is a song
Sung to the wind
You can inhale my words
Then breathe them back again
If you take my voice
And carry it away
Bring it back with some happiness
For another day
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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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