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Peaceful Home
06:18
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New York, please don't take my sanity
I feel it slipping away
As I'm riding on your subways
Fighting for it every day
Ever since I left Los Angeles
Since I left my sunset bed
I've gotten better at writing my stories
And losing my head
I need a peaceful home
A peaceful home
Unite me with my soul in a peaceful home
I know a city cannot change a man
Cannot change his mental health
But if I don't blame this on a sense of place
I'd have to blame it on myself
And I have been there before
It does me no good
So I'll make a case for loneliness
Like any desperate man would
Who needs a peaceful home
A peaceful home
Unite me with my soul in a peaceful home
These city lights
Hide nervous nights
For anyone counting them alone
In time, I know
My condition will show
If I don't find a peaceful home
A peaceful home
A peaceful home
Unite me with my soul in a peaceful home
If I climb across your bridges
And live for you and no one else
Would you give me my transgressions
Or would you keep them for yourself?
Because I need a little easiness
I need a little help
I need some kind of holy land
To believe in myself
I need a peaceful home
A peaceful home
A peaceful home
A peaceful home
I need a peaceful home
A peaceful home
Unite me with my soul in a peaceful home
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2. |
Bluebird
05:47
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As I see how this is going
I'm seeing how it could be better not knowing
Where we will be
I've given money, I've given time
She's given happiness and health in kind
For what I could be
In a world class city known for self-abuse
The connections are mine to lose
Bluebird, sing long for me
Put my whole life into a sad, sad song
Bluebird, if you can't sing for me
There must be some other state in which I belong
As I think about getting out
And getting beyond talking about
The faulting of my time
Pushing luck and passing blame
Island hopping on these subway trains
From line to line
Depending on time tables and underground tubes
Too damaged by a hurricane to use
Bluebird, sing long for me
Put my whole life into a sad, sad song
Bluebird, if you can't sing for me
There must be some other state in which I belong
I'll always be your salty harbors
Your wooden bones under my waters
Exposed with pulling tides
Your hills will always be my north
As I ride west on a modern horse
This bird will always fly
Land of promise, land of my birth
Land of the rising bluebird
Sing long for me
Put my whole life into a sad, sad song
Bluebird, if you can't sing for me
There must be some other state in which I belong
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3. |
Willy
04:53
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Willy was a Mexican man
In Hawthorne, Los Angeles
Where graffiti cuts the land
Into hard-line chains of command
Flashing their gang signs
With a shaping of hands
Willy, now don't you ride
Across El Segundo tonight
There's something going down
In that part of town
Willy, now don't you ride
Willy was a family man
With a wife, a daughter,
And a long term plan
To do whatever he can
Put that wife through school
To be an honest man
Willy, now don't you ride
Across El Segundo tonight
There's something going down
In that part of town
Willy, now don't you ride
Willy was a bicycle man
He rode sixteen miles to work
And back home again
He always called me his friend
I guess I'll never
See Willy again
Willy, now don't you ride
Across El Segundo tonight
There's something going down
In that part of town
Willy, now don't you ride
Willy, now don't you ride
Willy, now don't you ride
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4. |
For Someone Else
03:30
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I thought of you again today
It's becoming quite a theme
For this time in my life
I'm living between
The man that I was
The man I want to be
In case you ever come around
To make a better me
Your mother talks about you
And I don't know what to say
I feel like my living
Has gotten in your way
I've been trying to have it all
Trying to live a dream
It's getting so that I don't know
How to fall asleep
Don't stay away, child
We've been waiting too long
I don't know what it's gonna take
To bring you home
In a way, child
This might be my fault
I don't know what it's gonna take
To fix this at all
I still think there's a reason
For the life that I have lived
The people I have known
The places I have been
But I'm beginning to think that reason
Is more for myself
And I should start living
For someone else
Your mother talks about you
And it breaks my heart
To know that I can't give you
A better start
It's hard to talk about you
When I feel so far away
From being the man you can
Look up to every day
Don't stay away, child
We've been waiting too long
I don't know what it's gonna take
To bring you home
In a way, child
This might be my fault
I don't know what it's gonna take
To fix this at all
Your mother talks about you
Almost every day
I feel like my living
Has gotten in your way
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Patrick Dunn Sacramento, California
Patrick Dunn writes and plays music in the tradition of the old soul, the rambler, the traveling singer-songwriter -- characters found along the ever-growing timeline of honest music. Pulling from his influences, Patrick plays a mix of folk, soul, country, and rock and roll that has come to be called, for better and for worse, Americana. ... more
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