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A Long Walk
04:12
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Founded in Seventeen Seventy Six
Between the Seventh Inning Stretch and The Seven Year Itch
As the Seven Nation Army plays all of the hits
Seventy Six Trombones will blow the opening pitch
So little girl what brings you to this country of ours
Is your head in the clouds, is your eyes on the stars
As you go for a ride in a new foreign car
To tour through the streets 'til you find the next bar
And you just can’t stop once the taste hits your lips
All your friends watch as you wade in past your hips
Now your family back home tries to get you a grip
They all just wish that you’d snap out of it
Well, you don’t know what you’re doing
Can’t you see that you’re in way above your head
Despite what you might think
And you don’t know what you’re saying
You thought you’d found a friend to lend a hand
But, it's a long walk for a short drink
Yes, I'm a long walk for a short drink
Be careful, my dear, this town likes you best on your knees
But once you learn how to kneel it can be easy to please
In the home of the brave and the land of the free
Where the rich are entitled and the poor are appeased
So little girl what brings you to this city of mine
I hope you’re ready to hide all the riches you find
Cause everything around you turns on a dime
And you must pawn your watch just to be given the time
And you just can’t stop once the taste hits your lips
All your friends watch as you wade in past your hips
Now your family back home tries to get you a grip
They all just wish that you’d snap out of it
Well, you don’t know what you’re doing
Can’t you see that you’re in way above your head
Despite what you might think
And you don’t know what you’re saying
You thought you’d found a friend to lend a hand
But, it's a long walk for a short drink
Well, you just can’t stop once the taste hits your lips
All your friends watch as you wade in past your hips
Now your family back home tries to get you a grip
They all just wish that you’d snap out of it
Well, you don’t know what you’re doing
Can’t you see that you’re in way above your head
Despite what you might think
And you don’t know what you’re saying
You thought you’d found a friend to lend a hand
But, it's a long walk for a short drink
Yes, I'm a long walk for a short drink
Yes, you're a long walk from a short drink
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Witch Hat
04:33
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She smelled like Florida water and potpourri
With just a hint of four thieves vinegar
She stroked her amulet and clutched her gris gris
As she chanted aloud from her grimoire
Now the rat king dances in the parlor
The candelabra dwindles low
And Anastasia calls on John the Conqueror
Then says a prayer to Madame Laveau
With every new face this woman reveals
I lose another little piece of my mind
Still she always keeps me wand’rin’
Which hat… she gonna wear… this time
How could I have missed it
That voodoo/hoodoo lurking in those eyes
Now she has me trapped in this Sisyphean struggle
To climb her endless mountain of lies
Well, she’s “awful, pompous,
and art-i-fi-cial”
But even Medusa, the hideous Gorgon,
Started life as a beautiful girl
With every new face this woman reveals
I lose another little piece of my mind
Still she always keeps me wand’rin’
Which hat… she gonna wear… this time
So she fixed me up a potion
Of honey, sulfur, and jimson weed
If I could not sidestep the fetish of her sympathetic magic
I knew I would ultimately burn in effigy
Outside her window, a murder of crows gathered
By the cemetery gate
As I gazed upon that marble orchard
I plotted my escape
With every new face this woman reveals
She takes another little piece of my mind
Still she always keeps me wand’rin’
Which hat… she gonna wear… this time
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In Other Words
03:40
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I could tell you that I miss you but you’ve heard that song before
I could tell you to come home, but you already closed that door
I could tell you how it feels to be on my own again
I would say it feels the same but this time it’s different
... this time it's different.
I could tell you it was my fault – that you were right and I was wrong
I could tell you how I kick myself for writing you into a song
I could tell you how it feels to be on my own again
I would say I feel the same but this time I’m different
... this time I'm different.
Don’t tell me it meant nothing or that you never cared
When neither you nor I can define exactly what we shared
And if we just can’t apply any language that we’ve learned
To help us understand something we never even heard
Then I guess I’ll call it love, though you made me hate that word
Then I guess I’ll call it love, though you made me hate that...
I can tell you weren’t ready to hear me say it first
I can tell I moved too quickly, didn’t prepare for the worst
I can tell I was impatient every step of the way
I can tell that sometimes there is nothing one can say
... nothing one can say.
I can tell the distance cost us everything we earned
I can tell I sabotaged us by insisting you could learn
I can tell you were indifferent every step of the way
I can tell that sometimes there is nothing I can say
... nothing I can say.
Don’t tell me it meant nothing or that you never cared
When neither you nor I can define exactly what we shared
And if we just can’t apply any language that we’ve learned
To help us understand something we never even heard
Then I guess I’ll call it love, though you made me hate that word
Then I guess I’ll call it love, though you made me hate that...
At least there's always hope, we can learn to love that word
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Upwelling
06:25
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The mineral crust on the sea bed
Triggers the bloom turns the deep red
All you can think as the tide ebbs:
Is the upwelling will soon begin
Now that she's gone, don't the tears flow
Watch your whole life paid out in escrow
Thought you knew her, what did you know
That wasn’t buried in the sand
No ship shall be saved
'neath the crest of this mighty wave
As the water claims everywhere to run
The scales of justice are bent at the fulcrum
Now those sent to an early grave
Disembark as their song is played
Crying "Nearer my god to thee"
They're all ships lost in an endless sea
After you salvage what's left on the outside
Leaving nothing behind but a grave site,
Hoping to fetch a higher price,
You turn to the wreck itself
Each scar is a lesson in conquest
Terrifying view from the crow's nest
Now you're barreling down towards a slow death… with your engines
… full stream ahead
No ship shall be saved
'neath the crest of this mighty wave
As the water claims everywhere to run
The scales of justice are bent at the fulcrum
Now those sent to an early grave
Disembark as their song is played
Crying "Nearer my god to thee"
They're all ships lost in an endless sea
You just polished off a bottle of single malt
Feel you can leap ten fields in a single vault
Soon enough you'll come crashing down
Ten miles away in another town
The depths are a place for no man
Watch them drain the life from your cold hands
As nature claims back the halls that were once grand
As it strips them down to bone, you know the time has come
To send the final distress call
No ship shall be saved
'neath the crest of this mighty wave
As the water claims everywhere to run
The scales of justice are bent at the fulcrum
Now those sent to a watery grave
Rise again as their song is played
Crying "Nearer my god to thee"
They're two souls lost in an endless sea
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The Academy Blues Project New York, New York
The Academy Blues Project (ABP) is a band from New York City. The group’s music—including three albums from 2021—blends electric storytelling with elements of rock, the namesake blues, power pop and classic soul.
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