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Whole Lotta Lovin'
03:40
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I got a black cat hidden in my blackjack hand
And I been waiting for you at the crossroads, babe
I got a slice of heaven and a little piece of hell
And I been waiting for you at the wishing well
I’ll trade you money and fame
Or just a leg up in the game
Maybe something pretty to put to waste
Or maybe something more kind
Maybe some of my time
Maybe something that both of us like
There’s magic in the way
You look at me and say
You seem just like an angel fallen from grace
I got a whole lotta lovin’
I could use it on you
Got a whole lotta lovin’
And some heart, heartbreaking, too
Whole lotta lovin’
I could use it on you
Got a whole lotta lovin’
If you want me, want me, want me, want me
Want me to
I got a black spot painted on my greased palm
Sign it on the dotted line if you trust me dear
You smell different than those other kinds of fools
That make their way down this dark road to face their fear
You got a glint in your eye
The kind that I’ve always liked
And something about that smile just ain’t sane
Well, it’s a lonely trade
Tying fate’s strings in a braid
But maybe there’s something here to gain
There’s magic in the way
You kiss me and you say
I dress just like the devil if he had taste
I got a whole lotta lovin’
I could use it on you
Got a whole lotta lovin’
And some heart, heartbreaking, too
Whole lotta lovin’
I could use it on you
Got a whole lotta lovin’
If you want me, want me, want me, want me
Want me to
Won’t you hold me tight
Sell your soul tonight
I promise just to take a small bite
I got a whole lotta lovin’
Whole lotta lovin’
Got a whole lotta lovin’
Got a whole lotta lovin’
I got a whole lotta lovin’
I could use it on you
Got a whole lotta lovin’
And some heart, heartbreaking, too
Whole lotta lovin’
I could use it on you
Got a whole lotta lovin’
If you want me, want me, want me, want me
Want me to
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2. |
Elijah (Do It Now)
04:16
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Your daddy grew up in this house
Sleeping in the same room you’ve got now
His momma’s momma sewed those sheets
The same sun went down over those
Same cold evergreens
Your daddy raised you with a bite
That he learned from a lineage with
No one in sight
He never knew there was a choice
How could he give you one, naw
Just teach you their advice
Don’t try to double, try to double back
Try to make it without your pack
Try to double, try to double back
You’ll never make it like that
But maybe in the nighttime
Running down the same old set of stairs
As him
If you get it right this time
Maybe you won’t leave the air
Don’t miss the landing
Don’t let the carpet slow you down
Don’t forget where the creaky board is
Don’t let it sell you out
Sneak out of town
Oh, Elijah, do it now
Break that circle, break out
Your daddy tried to run away
One night he packed a bag
From the salvation army he had hid away
But the porchlight lit up fast
And your grandpa had a anger
That put daddy in a cast
He tried to double, tried to double back
Tried to make it without the pack
But you can double, you can double back
And you can make it like that
Maybe in the nighttime
Running down the same old set of stairs
As him, as him
If you get it right this time
Maybe one day you can let him in
Don’t miss the landing
Don’t let the porchlight slow you down
You know where the creaky board is
Don’t let it sell you out
Sneak out of town
Oh, Elijah, show them how
Break that circle, break out
Break that circle, break out
Break that circle, break out
Break that circle, break out
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Every day, I hit that point where
I just want a cottage in the woods
And a novel sense of life
No more of this making money, making plans
Work so hard just to stand upright
Every day, I hit that point ‘round 3PM
Where my brain comes leaking out my ears
And I think of all the things that
I liked when I was little
Wonder where they went with the years
I’m trying to find the peace
They talk about in books
I’ve tried everything
Made every soup I know how to cook
But it don’t come quick to me
Bliss ain’t coming quick to me
Every night, I lie awake, staring at the ceiling
Where I put glowing green stars
To pretend I am out in a field on my own
Maybe in the grand canyon or on Mars
But every day, I’m brought crashing back down
By those thoughts we know so well
Like my friends don’t like me
And my parents, they don’t love me
And I’m growing old as hell
I’m trying to find the peace
They talk about in prose
I’ve tried everything
Baked every bread I know
But it don’t come quick to me
Bliss ain’t coming quick to me
No, no
So every day, when that old sun comes ‘round
I look out on the day
I stretch, I breathe, I make some tea
And I try to think of three kind things to say
In the mirror, to that little girl looking back
She’s still growing up
We get taller, and we sure do change
But we all still need that love
So take your time
And I’ll take mine
Take your time
And I’ll take mine
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4. |
Scuba Diving
06:23
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You’re in the hospital again
No call, no text, no end
And I’m feeling useless
While I’m brushing my teeth
Caught up feeling helpless
You can’t even breathe
Fighting your own goddamn brain
I guess god never was nineteen
But I won’t show when the doctors say
It’s visiting hours today
I’m on the bus to your town
They said this time’s different
You won’t make a sound
I called your mother, asked if you’d be okay
I even asked her if she thought that I should stay
Going seventy miles on a Peter Pan bus
What the fuck was she supposed to say
I wish I hadn’t been so selfish that day
Fighting your own goddamn brain
I guess god never was that sane
People die and people still pray
But I won’t show when the doctors say
It’s visiting hours today
Scuba diving in the dark
Hold on to something
Scuba diving in the dark
Hold on to something
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High Tea Boston, Massachusetts
High Tea, the musical duo comprised of Isabella DeHerdt (of Kalliope Jones) and Isaac Eliot hailing from the Boston area, is folk soaked in a rock sensibility. From sweet and soulful harmonies to dig-in-deep guitar strumming and percussion, High Tea is here to get a little fancy ... more
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