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Missing Ghosts
03:23
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I miss the rattle
Moonlit shadows in the dark
Pale white fingers reaching out and
Tearing at my heart
I miss the knocking
From that old closet full of bones
Piled up like an alter
to every lover that I've known
They've all gone away, and I think they've gone to stay
I miss their letters
In that pine box under my bed
Every time I read those words
I could raise the dead
I miss their company
Oh such sweet misery
I thought this time they could not hurt me
This time they could never...
Leave, leave me alone
But now you are here and they've all gone
So why am I missing ghosts?
I miss the wicked one
Who had me wrapped in chains
I miss the kind one
I was so desperate to escape
I miss the cool one
She barely spoke to me
I miss the hot one
Who knew just how to make me scream
I miss the lonely songs
That they used to sing
Dressed up in their long black veils
Calling out my name
I miss the tragedy
Oh such sweet fantasy
I thought this time they could not hurt me
This time they could never
Leave me, leave me alone
But now you're here and they've all gone
You are for real but for how long?
For I fear, you won't hang around
And I'll still be missing ghosts
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I dreamed I woke beside you, ten years after high school
You had just moved back to town
We had made amends, once again, we were more than friends
Laying tangled like our clothes upon the ground
And it was finally clear, what I'd been missing all those years
Lay sleeping there between my arms
But when I turned to kiss your face, I found that you had been replaced
By my pillow and the sound of my alarm
Because the morning always lets me down
Yeah the morning always lets me down
The morning always lets me down
Yeah the morning always lets me down
Ten o'clock each night, when all my neighbors dim their lights
That's when I reinvent my master plan
I break out all my lists and maps and old vacation photographs
Try and get my world to spin around again
And with every passing drink, I grow more confident and think
Maybe tomorrow I could really make a change
But when the daylight spills into my house and I'm still passed out on the couch
I know tomorrow will have to wait another day
Because the morning always lets me down
Yeah the morning always lets me down
The morning always lets me down
Yeah the morning always lets me down
I once lived in the light of day
But I lost my heart so I pulled the shade
I'd love to wake now but I’m afraid
The sunrise is just another empty promise waiting to break
Because the morning always lets me down
Yeah the morning always lets me down
The morning always lets me down
Yeah the morning always lets me down
Every night I pray, my dreams might see the light of day, but the morning always lets me down
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3. |
Over the Clover
02:24
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Corn fields on either side and
White lines, to the horizon
Nebraska with a broken heart
Now that’s a lonesome state to drive in
And the sky is as black now as my, coffee is cold
It’s two in the morning and I’ve got a long way to go but those
Red light on the radio tower
Flashing slowly for the tired and the lonely
Red lights on the radio tower
Like a long lost city skyline I wonder if I will find my way
back home
Rear view as clear as hindsight
Its just a dark empty road that I’ve left behind me
Lost and alone I reach out for my stereo
Is there anybody else out here tonight
But then through the static I hear a sad old country song
And my homesick heart it just starts beating right along with those
Red light on the radio tower
Flashing slowly for the tired and the lonely
Red lights on the radio tower
Like an old familiar skyline, won’t you help me to find my way
back home
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Fawn
02:30
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Fawn, out in the woods alone
Hair of honey brown, like the leaves on the ground
Gone, she never hangs around
Every time that I get near, she high tails out of here
She's had enough of those other bucks
They've gone and left her blue
If she, gave me a chance to change her luck
There is nothing that I wouldn't do
Oh my dear it is true, I am fawning over you
Fawn, winter is coming on
You can see it in the moon, snow will be falling soon
Strong, you could make it on your own
But I reckon it would be, a little easier with me
You act so tough but I'll call your bluff
I know what you've been through
Give me a chance to change your luck
There is nothing I wouldn't do
Oh my dear it is true, I am fawning over you
Yes my dear it is true I am fawning over you
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6. |
Missississy Strut
02:33
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7. |
Holding Out
03:01
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Mistakes, I try to learn from mine
But you were one I made time after time
I had faith that you would come around
But you would only come to let me down
I should have known, the writing was written
Across my empty bedroom walls
The telephone, it had stopped ringing
You were not returning my calls
You were holding back, when we were together
Now I've come to see
That you were holding out for something better
When you were holding on to me
You were afraid, of being left alone
So you kept me waiting in vein for so long
I’m ashamed, that I even let you in
When you were just here waiting for him
I should have seen, you look right past me
Every time he came around
I can't believe, that you were just acting
I really wish I would have known
You were holding back, when we were together
Now its plain to see
That you were holding out for something better
When you were holding on to me
You were holding out for something better
When you were holding on to me
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8. |
Blackout
02:59
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Blackout, lightning strike
The windows are dark in the city tonight
The TV is off and that's so nice
We'll carry on by candlelight
Clap of thunder, blinding light
The walls around us drop out of sight
The rain and the wind are pouring in
The cats are under the couch again
The roads are flooded, there are no streetlights
I guess we won't be going anywhere tonight
So strike up a match and let's burn some wax
We've got a jug of red wine and all night to relax singing
Blackout, lightning strike
The windows are dark in the city tonight
The TV is off and that's so nice
We'll carry on by candlelight
Its just angels bowling up in heaven, so I was told
On lanes of silver with pins of gold
And when they start rolling and knocking them down
The thunder and the lightning crash to the ground
As a child I'd run out with bare feet
To dance on the banks of the river in the streets
Now when the storms roll in they still make me grin
And when the lights go out I feel so, young again, singing
Blackout, lightning strike
The windows are dark in the city tonight
The TV is off and that's so nice
We'll carry on by candlelight
The clocks are now blinking, the power has returned
But let's leave the lights off and watch the candle burn
We can can tell stories of storms that have come and gone
And we can make music and we can sing songs like
Blackout, lightning strike
The windows are dark in the city tonight
The TV is off and that's so nice
We'll carry on by candlelight
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9. |
The Robin and the Rabbit
02:37
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10. |
Back in the Game
04:44
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So good to see you, thanks for dropping by
For the great conversation and great rest of the night
Blame it on the dim lights or that bottle of wine
But it was just like old times
You always were the one that knew me the best
Those spot lights in your eyes always force me to confess
So I'll tell you now my life has not worked out as planned
But last night you know I didn't give a damn
It doesn't matter, where we have been
I'm sure we both looked better, in our younger skin
And I know we will never, ever feel the same
But we can help each other, get back in the game
We always help each other, get back in the game
I've got the kids on the weekend and two jobs in between
My world looks nothing like the one on my TV
Sometimes I feel like I've let everybody down
But I never feel that way when you're around
I know you have had your share of rotten luck
It's hard to move on with your life when you don't know you're stuck
You finally left him and I know you'll find love again
But know you'll always have a place to stay 'till then
And it doesn't matter, where we have been
I know we both looked better, in our younger skin
And I know it will never, ever be the same
But we can help each other, get back in the game
We always help each other, get back in the game
I know someday we'll have to role the dice again
We're never gonna get lucky if we never ante in
But I'm so glad you laid your hand down, onto mine last night
You know I’ll play again with you babe, anytime
It doesn't matter, where we have been
I'm sure we both looked better, in our younger skin
And I know we will never, ever feel the same
But we can help each other, get back in the game
We always help each other, get back in the game
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Anthony Ihrig Minneapolis, Minnesota
Picker, Grinner, Writer, Singer.
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