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Lincoln Tunnel
04:48
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That Lincoln Tunnel inbound is gridlocked
Taxis wall-to-wall, door-to-door
People chasin' dreams among those city lights
Mine fell among the shadows on the floor
Those subways under central park remind you
That nothing here is quite what it seems
That Lincoln Tunnel inbound is gridlocked
And I'm on my way out fast as can be
CHORUS
So here's to new beginnings
Here's to shattered hope
Here's to tattered vessels
With enough sail just to float
Here's to two lane tunnels
With only one way to go
Here's to new beginnings
Here's to open roads
Sidewalks so crowded they feel empty
Millions of people all alone
Concrete tore the ends off my laces
Those empty faces wore holes in my soul
That skyline outlines promises to many
Yet it auctions them off to so few
That Lincoln Tunnel inbound is gridlocked
And there ain't a damn thing left for me to do
CHORUS
That Lincoln Tunnel inbound is gridlocked
The Garden State is coming into view
I'm blinded by headlights in the mirror
From looking back at all those memories of you
CHORUS
That Lincoln tunnel inbound is gridlocked
Taxis wall-to-wall, door-to-door
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2. |
I'll Be Damned
03:40
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I've sure got a way of making you feel small
Break you down like ceramic as it hits that wall
Those words get to flyin' there's no stoppin' at all
We take the gloves off,
Use our weaknesses as weapons, it gets rough
But I'll be damned
If I let you get the best of me again
And I'll be damned
If I let you throw a punch I don't defend
You can give your worst, I'll give it back
Time and time again
But I'll be damned
If this is a fight I let you win
Took a walk around town to get my mind right
Found shelter in the glow of that neon light
Old man could smell the blood from a fresh fight
Said you gotta choose -
When it comes to things like that, its okay to lose
But I'll be damned
If I let a man get in his own way again
And I'll be damned
If I don't know that seat your in
You can have a fight, lose sight
Of where it all began
And I'll be damned
If I don't wish someone told me this back then
So I put my tail between my legs and made my way back home
Knocked on that front door, swallowed my pride whole and I said
But I'll be damned
If I ever storm out on you like that again
And I'll be damned
If I don't stop the next time that you say when
'Cause it shouldn't be that we have to lose
So that I can say I win
And I'll be damned
If I ever wear the shoes of that old man
I'll be damned
Oh I'll be damned
Yeah, I'll be damned
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3. |
Right Here Waiting
03:18
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I can still see the day
tears rolled down her freckled face
she'd bat her eyes and look up at me
beg one more day, daddy, pretty please
i got her on the bus with the help of her favorite snack
and the promise that i made her, when she got back
CH
That I would be right here waiting
when she walked through the door
her bouncin' curls remindin' me
there is nothin' i love more
that hearin' her explain to me
those things she never knew before
i'll always be right here waiting
'cuz thats what dads are for
it wasn't long before them boys at school
took an interest in my baby, too
the phone line was nothin' but a busy tone
and before i knew it, she had brought one home
i shook his hand til i felt them poor bones crack
and i told him that the last thing he'd see, when they got back
CH
was me sittin' right here waiting
they could say goodnight at the door
that look in his eyes, his face so white
like nothin' i'd seen before
but the taillight glow as they drove away
it chilled me to the core
spent all night waiting
cuz thats what dads are for
bridge
and through all the years, the phonecall tears
flat tires, and more
they could not prepare me for what today has in store
but the way you light up that boy's face
i can't ignore
and you look just like an angel
in that dress your mama wore
CH
and he will be right there waiting
when we walk through the door
the long walk down the aisle
will be all he can endure
but we'll take our time
i'll hold you tight like all those years before
and then i'll stand right there waiting
cuz thats what dads are for
I can still see the day
tears rolled down her freckled face
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4. |
Up In Smoke
03:59
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This 9-to-5 sure pays the bills, and when payday rolls around
I guess thats fine, yeah its fine
But the hours spent, oh just to pay the rent
They sure can take a toll on the mind
But at the end of the day I roll my troubles
and light em up, yeah I light em on up
CH
And they float away, just like yesterday
and I choke on tomorrows hope
that i breathe in deep as i try to keep
these dreams of mine from going up in smoke
You bet i burn regret with every cigarette
I lean on just to make it through the night
and i sharpen lead like a gun to my head
hoping this one's the one that comes out right
But at the end of the page i roll those letters
and light em up, yeah i light em on up
CH
And they float away, damn near run from the page
that the paper never seemed to wanna hold
and i wash, rinse, repeat as i try to keep
these dreams of mine from going up in smoke
And when i decide its time for me to quit and die
just throw me on the fire and watch me fly
CH
And I'll float away, find a place to stay
high above all the clouds and the hope
so don't you cry for me, 'cuz i'll finally be
at peace with all my dreams, just up in smoke
No don't you cry for me, 'cuz i'll finally be
at peace with all my dreams, just up in smoke
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Cowboy hats and camouflage
what are they tryin' to hide
underneath that resistol
there's a factory inside
songs of molded plastic
ain't a single bit of truth
just words of what you wanna hear
so you can sing 'em too
CH
I'll sing these songs everynight
that no one understands
airing out these skeletons
the only way i can
Open chords and hammer-ons
sound so good to me
just to get the truth across
what else do you need?
no fancy rhythms,
no place to hide
just words upon a melody
for you to to find
CH
I'll shout them from the mountain tops
until my final day
ride echoes through the valleys
'cuz i know that i can't stay
if anyone wants to find me
once i'm dead and gone
the bluebprint of my soul
is wrapped in every single song
CH
Cowboy hats and camouflage
what are they tryin' to hide
underneath that resistol
is a factory inside
songs of molded plastic
ain't a single bit of truth
words of what you wanna hear
so you can sing 'em too
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6. |
Nothin' More than Change
05:17
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I climb aboard my rocket
and strap myself in nice and tight
I fire up those thrusters,
fly to try to touch that mornin' light
My time spent down on the ground, I've found
a few things that don't sit right
so much is lost in the sound
of all those books that cause us to fight
CH
And as i fly towards the sky i try to find a reason behind the hate
But those answers turn up empty in the madness we all create
Those ones that yell the loudest
often think that they can't ever do no wrong
they don't realize they noise they make
drowns out the beauty in the song
this universe will sing to us
if we could clear that chaos from our ears
instead they tell us stories,
try to keep us living in God's fear
CH
And when its time to return
and my feet are back, firmly on the ground
I try to find a way to share a glimpse
of this beauty that i've found
but it remains the same in that
how this world has been - it will stay
those God-fearing men and women
don't fear nothing more than change
CH
But as i stare at the sky i know that theres a world beyond the hate
and maybe one day we'll fly beyond all this chaos we create
As i stare at the sky i know that theres a world beyond the hate
and maybe one day we'll fly beyond all this chaos we create
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That coffee is black just like my knuckles
and my hangover ain't why my heads so sore
been fightin' with those i hold dearly
in the streets of ol' Baltimore
Last call was time to call a taxi
but i thought i ought to stay for more
Nothin' good happens after 3am
in the streets of ol' Baltimore
street lights cast shadows of regret
and i forget just what we're fighting for
that sun will rise and the world carry's on
in the streets of ol' Baltimore
now my heart hangs heavy like those anchors
danglin' from those ships that line the shore
i'd sink just as quick if i were to slip
from the streets of ol' Baltimore
i drove through Canton just to find 'em
can't find my way back to before
that liquor made loose lips so reckless
in the streets of ol' Baltimore
that long drive home, i'll make it alone
in a silence too loud to ignore
just haunted by scars on the pavement
of the streets of ol' Baltimore
just haunted by scars from the pavement
of the streets of ol' Baltimore
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8. |
Breadcrumbs and Circuses
03:32
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There was a time, not long ago, when history was made
by those disgusted by the whole damn charade
they wouldn't settle for the blindfold they knew that they wore
they demanded revolution, even if it meant war
CH
but funny how time makes things simple through the loss
just as that rolling stone can regather moss
we ignore the corruption, we forget whats at stake
its breadcrumbs and circuses til we reach our grave
but today we've got our Xanax and our morphine in pounds
can numb our attention better than some old jugglin' clowns
and we've got our Netflix and our PornHub, too
we're a nation of consumers, it consumes what we do
CH
so we kick back in our easy chairs, self-medicate to our peace
we prefer that wool on our eyes as we fall asleep
you can call me a cynic, call me depraved
but its breadcrumbs and circuses til I reach my grave
now they may not have elephants and serve pizza instead
but that show is still a circus with some toppings on bread
don't think that you're a winner in this pay-to-play game
those rules have long been written with no plans to ever change
CH
So bust your ass for a dollar and bring home just one cent
put your interests in that one percent
ignore your just a stepping stone in that road that they pave
its breadcrumbs and circuses til we reach our grave
just breadcrumbs and circuses til we reach our grave
just breadcrumbs and circuses til we reach our grave
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9. |
Every Chance I Can
04:28
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I cussed you out this morning
cuz you washed my jeans
and i apologies
it wasn't as it seemed
you see, i didn't check my pockets
and i know you said you did
but it wasn't my knife or my lighter
that those filthy denims hid
CH
it was a kiss you sent this mornin'
you sent it ridin' on the wind
i tucked it down into my pocket
i knew i'd need it again
it was a kiss you sent this mornin'
blew it right from your hand
you bet your ass that i caught it
i kiss it every chance i can
you cussed me out this mornin'
cuz i left you behind
you knew the way that i was livin'
leaves a man so short on time
you're as beautful as ever
so are the kids
did you feel that warm breeze wake you
that i worked my ass of to send?
CH
That was a kiss i sent this mornin'
sent it ridin' on the wind
i saw you tuck it in your pocket
so i sent it again
that was a kiss you felt this mornin'
blew it right from my hand
i still got yours in my pocket
until i see you again
that was a kiss you felt this mornin'
i sent it ridin' on the wind
i still got yours in my pocket
i kiss it every chance i can
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10. |
Nobody Knows
04:22
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I remember growin' up and sittin'
wonderin' 'bout the way
i should take growin' up
in a world where you're worth what you're paid
should i follow my ambitions?
should i swallow all my pride?
and sell out all the things
that make me feel alive inside
CH
ohh, here i go
wanderin' down this road
where is it goin?
nobody knows
I've never been that kind of man
that listens to advice
so if you're gonna tell me somethin'
you'll have to say it twice
a lawyer or a doctor
i thought i oughta try
those extra couple letters
oughta keep them demons quiet
so i moved off to that city
and i thought that i knew why
to wake up to the dream
that i'd been chasin' my whole life
but that East River runnin'
makes an awful noise at night
echoes of the sirens
reflections of the light
CHORUS x 2
I ran off chasin' money
til i couldn't run no more
and my momma asked me, "honey -
now what you runnin' for?"
she said 'if you're chasin' money
you'll be runnin' your whole life
just find somethin' that makes you happy
and do it til you die"
ohh ohh
ohhh oohh
i'll never sell a million records
but i sure ain't stoppin yet
i'll sing these fuckin' songs
til i take my final breath
like my lungs are in this box
that i sling across my chest
and me beatin' on these strings
its whats keepin' me from death
CH
ohhh here i go
wanderin' down this road
where am i going
i don't know.
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Redd Alexander Maryland
A folky style singer-songwriter from Maryland. For every album purchased, I'll drink a beer for you.
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