1. |
Little Peace of Me
04:51
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I walk right through the sunshine
Eyes open, hands are free
I bring gifts for no one
This one’s just for me
Gliding through the fields
Through the crowds no one can see
What I’ve taken from them
I stole a peace of me
I walk in from the moonlight
A new day starts for me
Close yesterday behind me
And put away the key
One more moment’s smile
In the dark no one can see
What’s been missing all the while
Was this little peace of me
A peace of me
I lacked for one
Completes the puzzle
I thought was done
A peace of the whole
I thought was filled
Now I know there’s still more
room to build
(Ridiculous guitar solo)
So I might be late tonight
Don’t wait up for me
I’m all right turn out the lights
I’ll be back eventually
I’ll be celebrating
With a spirit flowing free
The bottle has been broken by
A little peace of me
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2. |
Waitin' on Vegas
03:20
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The fact that I know
Its eight weeks away
Tells you something about
Where my mind is today
The fact that I know
In 56 days
All of my demons
Will be swept away
In a sea of bright lights
Waves crashing with delight
As all the pain floats away
Bye-bye
I’m waitin’ on Vegas
Cuz it’s gonna take us
Countin’ on Vegas
To intoxicate us
Balloon drinks at Paris
Karaoke at Harrah’s
Just hangin’ ‘round Mandalay Baaaaaaay
I’m waitin’ on Vegas
Cuz it’s gonna take
Away
I just need to hang on
Keep banging my head on
This desk
Hope it all goes away
But I know it’s a lost cause
So I take a long pause
Count to 56
And dream of the day
All of this crap
Takes a long weekend nap
And I can go off and play
Night-night
I’m waitin’ on Vegas
Cuz it’s gonna take us
Bettin’ on Vegas
To emancipate us
I can’t lose at Wynn
Love the sights at Venetian
Just gotta last 56 daaaaaaaaaays
I’m waitin’ on Vegas
Cuz it’s gonna take us
Away
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3. |
Floozy Blues
03:47
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Well I woke up this morning
What did I see?
A big ol' floozy lyin'
Next to me
I closed my eyes
Said a little prayer
But when I opened them back up
The floozy, was still there
(Chorus)
I got the floozy
I got the floozy blues
Well it seems after midnight
I'm not very choosy
And that's how I wound up
With a case of the floozy...
Floozy blues
Well this ain't no time to panic
Gotta think straight
Gotta be quiet
Don't want this floozy to wake
Just sneak out real quiet
Hope there's no burglar alarm
Oh no man, this here floozy's lyin'
On my arm
(Chorus)
Well she's droolin' and a snorin'
Breath smells like gin and juice
Nudged her in the shoulder
But she barely even moved
My head is a-pounding
And I really gotta pee
I'm gonna lose this cougar
By goin' coyote
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
Well this floozy rolled on over
And I got up and ran
As fast as any man
With a hangover can
But when I got out to the sidewalk
Realized that I was doomed
Cuz I left my wallet
Back in the room
Well that's it
Just one thing left to do...
I gotta change my name
Pack up my things and move
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4. |
Song 13
04:41
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This is song thirteen
We wrote this song in 2011, spring
You know it doesn't mean a single thing
'cuz it's song number thirteen
There were twelve songs before
and there will probably be twelve more
But stuck right in the middle, in between
Is this song, song thirteen
This is song thirteen
Sometimes things are as they seem
Play it backwards but you won’t hear a thing
No hidden messages, no mystery
This is song thirteen
Sometimes things are as they seem
Play it backwards but you won’t hear a thing
No hidden messages, no mystery
Any significance
Is purely due to chance
And there really is no theme
To this song, song thirteen
That’s a 1 and a 3
Yeah, that looks pretty good to me
Now please enjoy listening
To Jeff solo, on song thirteen
This is song thirteen
No girls, no booze, no forsaken dreams
Something blocked up our idea stream
Now all we got is this song thirteen
This is song thirteen
Sometimes things are as they seem
Play it backwards but you won’t hear a thing
No hidden messages, no mystery
This is song thirteen
Sometimes things are as they seem
Play it backwards but you won’t hear a thing
No hidden messages, no mystery
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5. |
Signs
04:49
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I was twenty
Life was good
And plenty
But I told one lie too many
She left me wondering when she’d
Come around
I was thirty
Love was fun
And dirty
But too many girls were “purty”
And too many of them heard me
Sneaking ‘round
There ain’t no bars
But I’m doing time
In solitary
For my crimes
Crimes of passion
Crimes of excess
All in fashion
Signs of success
Have given way to
Signs of my crimes
Now I’m forty
Life’s a very
Different story
Less of someone else and more me
Like a revolving door she’s
Finally come around
When I’m fifty life will be nifty.
I won’t be cheap I’ll be thrifty
When I’m dying
Who’ll be smiling?
Who’ll be crying?
Don’t wanna still be tryin’
Just wanna know that I have
Come around
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6. |
NASCAR Slide
05:27
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7. |
Where's Jeff?
04:33
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Can’t say I remember
Exactly when
Somewhere between
Beers 9 and 10
I noticed the gap
Between me and Floyd
An empty barstool
No one filling the void
I couldn’t believe
He’d gone off and left
So I turned to Floyd and I said,
“Where’s Jeff?”
In typical fashion
Floyd looked around
Up at the ceiling
Down on the ground
Then saw his beer
Sitting there on the bar
Took a big drink
And thought real hard
Then he seemed to forget
And he seemed to go deaf
Cuz he looked at me and yelled,
“Where’s Jeff?”
Where’s Jeff?
Where’d he go?
When’d he leave?
I dunno
Well whaddya think?
Should we stay here and drink?
Or go see if we
Can find Jeff?
Now leaving was easier
Said than done
Cuz them barstools were taller
Then when we’d begun
So I scanned the bar
And saw lotsa faces
None of them Jeff’s
I’m sorry to say-ses
So I whistled as loud
As a Super Bowl ref
Got their attention and yelled,
“Where’s Jeff?”
The patrons weren’t happy
I’d spoken so firm
But they went back to yellin’
On their own terms
And I sat back down
On my drunken ass
Then Floyd leaned over, smiled
And clanked my glass
There in his hand
What he’d found on the floor
Made me not worry
‘bout Jeff anymore
Who’s Jeff?
To Jeff!
He’s gone
But he’s left
His wallet behind
I’m sure he won’t mind
If we drink in his honor
To Jeff!!
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8. |
Like Skin
05:05
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As it ends
We walk away
As friends
I can't really say
What you feel
Or remember
Will you accept "for now"
Or forever?
This thing between us
We abandon
Because time says
We must
Isn't what brought us
Together
Wasn't ever wrong
It's just
A product of a willingness
To be what we could make
Two pieces brought together
Become a million when they break
(Chorus)
Breathe, grow
Shine and glow
Cast off the old
Unyielding bin
Like skin
Shattered bits that can't
Be mended
Hardened surface
Where it ended
What you learn
Is how you live
What you will
Only matters when you did
This shell around us
That we built
Was quite simply
A mistake
Never made us work together
And we made it
Much too simple
To break
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9. |
The Cure For A Woman
06:11
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The Cure for A Woman
My heart is broken
Bleeding
My soul is wanting
Needing
Just can't tell what she's
Thinking or feeling
But I know what ails me
So I can start healing
(Chorus)
She's making me crazy
In more ways than one
Sometimes it don't phase
Sometimes I run
But I don't need a doctor
Don't need a shrink
The only cure for a woman
Is to sit down and drink
I'll have some beer
For the heartache
Some whiskey
To dull the pain
Vodka to settle my nerves
That are shaken
And stirred up
Inside of my brain
I might sleep better
If I have some wine
But sleeping ain't really
What's on my mind
You ssay see a doctor
But they don't make bar calls
The cure for a woman
Is al-co-hol
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10. |
Miranda's Right
06:40
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11. |
Miranda's Wrong
07:11
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