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The Golden State
04:27
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The Golden State
I cried myself to LA
I don’t doubt that the heartache could cure the drought in California
And if I went for the wine to numb the taste of the lies and all the sins I couldn’t take anymore of
I don’t think there’s enough vine in the state
to outstretch the miles of havoc and regret that I’ve retraced
God knows there is gold in them hills darlin’
Don’t you want to know, don’t you want to go right now?
Oo ooo ooo
There is gold in them hills girl there is gold in them hills
Don’t you want to go?
Don’t you want what you’re looking for?
The kind of loneliness that holds me at the edge
of this once golden state has struck me poorer than I’ve ever been
and if with empty hands it is that I return to you
remind them what it is to touch what I could never lose
What I could never lose
God knows there is gold in them hills darlin’
God, there must be gold somewhere
And if I fail to find it with what shall I pay
The debt of the damage I have made
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Santa Monica Pier
03:46
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Santa Monica Pier
You were just a girl when you met a man
who gave you lessons on drugs and sex
And you were done with waiting but you waited by the pier
for him to buy the first thing that you’d feel
when he taught you on that sandy motel floor
And you got married and you found a way to Jesus
set on hoping for the best
Your broken man to be was never mended by your care
The pieces you arranged could never stay
without two hands to hold them in place.
Unable to spare the other, you watched them separate
and with his hands at his side, he pulled away
And you’d have dinner served at five
And after, you were left alone starving
for a look or something that said “I love you”
I love you
When I met you all I wanted was to love you
but you weren’t mine and so I let it die
I thought what I could give you was an open hand to hold
But you were never reaching out
and I was never on your mind
And all the words I said
were the ones you wanted him to say instead
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I Think It's Time
02:45
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I Think It’s Time
I think it’s time that I knew you It’s about time that you knew me
Every year I wait, I want you
Girl, it’s every day, I want you
Every look is meant to say, “it’s me just wanting you more”
I didn’t even attempt not to, the places I couldn’t be I followed you
Every post and share I want you
Every time you died your hair I wanted you
If I’m stalking you I don’t care I’m watching your life and I want you
And when you said that I could stay you were so sad
You finished your coffee but I had so much more to say
Running after you in words was all I knew
that I could do and so I sent them after you
When I drove you in your car
Had I taken us too far
Needing more of who you are you know that I’d take you anywhere
Every blush I could not hide
Though I know it wasn’t right
It makes me more alive to know what it’s like to love you
And so since that day
When I took the drink you made
But I kept the look you gave
I’ve been thinking about you
So let me love you when you look at me and you know darling that I’m looking back
So let me love you when you look at me
I think it’s time that I knew you it’s about time that you knew me
I think it’s time that you knew that I’ve always wanted you
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4. |
Get in the Car
05:17
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Get in the Car
I want to talk to you so badly she says. Get in the car.
I want you to listen to what’s on my mind. Now close the door.
Give up the night for a girl with a mind to impress you with lines about music and wine
and when there’s not a word that can’t capture you more
and I want you.
I know I can’t let myself leave you so I follow you in
And we’re drinking gin and slightly touching skin
You take me upstairs
Our dialogue brought out by alcohol and we laugh and we talk and we drink to our faults
and then I’ll take you back to the place where we stay for too long.
What have we started what have we begun now that we just did what we’d never have done
Had I been a bit stronger, had I been anyone to you?
I just want you
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5. |
Holding Out
04:41
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Holding Out
I’d lie awake with eyelids taped just to look at you more
I’d use my dying breath just to compliment your hair
I’d sell everything I own just to buy your next drink
I’d board a ship to the arctic just to chill your glass
You’re holding out for something better
Every time it’s the same damn thing and I don’t know why
Being everything that you want, in the end you don’t want me
You pull away like a thread at the seam then you cut me off clean
When you’re the only thing that’s been barely holding me in place.
You’re holding out for something better, better to come along
You’re holding out for someone better
Give me a second chance to prove to you that I’m exactly who you think I am
Give me a chance and maybe you’ll be the one the change into who I need you to be for me
You know I’m not a creep for the bible tells me so
You’re holding out on me you’re holding out
And if there’s better for you, there’s better for me
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Rubicon
04:59
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Rubicon
I’m not yours. I don’t want you. You led me to this place to trespass on my own. This means war.
You’re not safe. You’re the water when I try to breathe.
You are not the one
You took what belongs to somebody else
I gave what should never have been given
Julius knew and I knew it too but the past is pulling me
But I’m passing through
How can something so shallow be better than you?
How can I be so alone with you holding me? But you held me under for 10 damn years.
I’m not yours. I don’t want you.
But you are on my mind lurking in the place
where I want you to leave
Just go. Leave me be.
I don’t want the part of you you’re trying to get me to see
If you can give anything just give me up.
Leave me be. As I step down in the flow
leave you behind the boundary line
you are on my mind but I hope to forget you on the other side.
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7. |
Slum by the Sea
02:54
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Slum by the Sea
Let’s go where it’s dirty dear,
Let’s dance all night
Let’s go where it’s darker dear
so I don’t see your smile disappear
At the slum by the sea we will be so happy
In this old beatnik town we’ll recite loose poetry
In this place where we once belonged
At the slum by the sea where the shoreline gangs agree
We will pass by the ghosts of old seaside memories
in the place we felt the cost of the love that we had lost by the sea
Come on back dear to the ocean pier where your smile was taken from me
At the slum by sea we will be so happy
where we drank with the beats at the gas house revelries
By the slum of the sea I will get you back to me
By the slum by the sea we will be so happy
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8. |
Big Sur
04:40
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Big Sur
This is the place where the broken hearts bleed,
seep into the soil and ignite the seeds
they grow fast and tall and red,
mirror the color of the dead whose love is at the end of the world.
The trees they whisper “this land is cursed for lovers”
I’d take you here dear but beware the dark will put us up for the night
amongst the scream of the sea, up by the breathing of trees
they’re creaking to get closer to you
oh how I’ve tried to get closer to you
Oh, how I’ve leaned, how I’ve broken my limbs
exchanging my oxygen
how I’ve tried to get to you
I can only move so far
rooted in the earth of a broken bloody heart.
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Nick Siegel Kansas City, Missouri
Nick Siegel is a transplant from Chicago bringing Piano Rock to Kansas City with influences such as Ben Folds, Death Cab for Cutie and The Mars Volta. His energetic piano approach to story telling sets a stage for the theatrics of art rock blended with the darker pulse of pop music. ... more
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