1. |
Bottle Me Up
03:50
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Rolling highway 95
Here come the regulars
Posted limit above my chosen speed
Slow lanes grinding tombstone teeth
Pupils wide, deep pools are we.
The sweat, the hell, my numbing feet, Oh Lord
Don’t try to lay your hands on me
You might as well try to hold back the rising tide
Bottle me up all night. Just try
Can’t bottle me up all night
Rolling highway 95
Here come the regulars
One eye closed, white knuckled speed
Slow lanes grinding tombstone teeth
Pupils wide, deep pools are we.
What the hell, my numbing feet, Oh Lord.
Don’t try to lay your hands on me
You might as well try to hold back the rising tide
Can’t bottle me up all night. Just try.
Can’t bottle me up all night.
I feel like a million dollars now
Looking like a Route 40 motel
Who’s the fairest, fairest of them all,
Fairest of them all…….?
Don’t try to lay your hands on me
You might as well try to hold back the rising tide
Bottle me up all night Just try
Can’t bottle me up all night
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2. |
California
02:41
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They all head west eventually
For their time in the sun
The hollow and vacant go there
For their 15 minutes of fun
She walked away
To haunt me like a ghost
She casts a rail-thin shadow
All the way to the east coast
Do you hate California?
Well I hate California, too
Do you hate California
As much as I hate you?
When Sunset slips beneath the waves
As the state falls to the sea
When her A&R man dies
Won’t you come and dance with me?
Do you hate California?
Well I hate California, too
Do you hate California
As much as I hate you?
See them march in time
Pretty monsters all in a line
Going to California, feelin’ fine
When the Viper Club is buried
Under a not-so-pacific sea
When the nest of snakes is drowning
Won’t you come and dance with me?
Do you hate California?
Well I hate California, too
Do you hate California
As much as I loved you?
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3. |
Triple Distilled
04:25
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So tired of this drone work
I just want to be
Triple distilled
But there’s never the time
To leave it behind
Lord, I’m feeling fine
But it took some work tonight
Triple distilled
Forget your eyes
and leave you behind
I miss you now
More than you know
I’m coming undone
More than you know
I’m coming undone
Don’t believe your eyes
Follow your nose
Last Friday night
I never came home
Follow your nose
It rereads the lines
Lost in a reverie
And losing the fight
Nothing’s gonna bring me down
Lubricate the smile machine
That familiar warmth
Returned early today
How long can this last?
I miss you now
More than you know
I’m coming undone
More than you know
I’m coming undone
Don’t believe your eyes follow your nose
Last Friday night
I never came home
Follow your nose
It rereads the lines
Lost in a reverie and losing the fight
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4. |
Deep Dark Night
03:53
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The Fall is coming on
Our bones will feel it soon
The dogs are restless
And a chill has settled into the room
We went out walking
Paced a beaten path
We left together
But only one of us is coming back
You wreck the day
I’ll wreck the night
We’ll both go stumbling in the half-light
You’ll learn too late
I’ll pick the fight
We’ll both go wandering in the deep dark night
The Deep Dark Night
The conversation grew thin
Thought you had something to say
The shadows gathered
In their usual way
The leaves crunched under our feet
You cast a vacant stare
Our love is dying
But neither of us seems to care
You wrecked the day
I wrecked the night
We both went stumbling in the half-light
I learned too late
You picked the fight
I lost you somewhere in the deep dark night
The Deep Dark Night
You learned too late
I shouldn’t have spoken
It’s so cold when hearts are broken
In the deep dark night
The Deep Dark Night
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5. |
Girl From Another World
02:37
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I heard a song about the Johnstown flood
and I heard someone singing about real bad blood
about dreamers and losers
and full time users
but they told me nothing about you
There was a song about murder
and another about love
I heard another sing praise to the Lord above
There were outlaws and fast cars
Slow trains and smoky bars
and every last bit might have been true….
But they told me nothing about you
You are the greatest thing I’ve ever made
A trick of the light
My sun and my shade
God’s in the details in the lines of your hand
You’re my little girl from another world
The Angel, Laila, held your hand
And brought you out to me from Neverland
Laila brought you to me
But you see right through me
You’re my little girl from another world
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6. |
1941
03:36
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She stood before the camera
With no hint of shadow in the way
December changed her plans
On that Winter day
She looks from the frame
In such a knowing way
Could it be that she knew
All of Milton’s days
She was a smile in the sun
In 1941
When I was just a child
You held me in your arms
But now you’re gone
And I’m left thinking about
About the world before I knew
A world in black and white
And a smile in the sun
In 1941
No one really dies
If you remember them after they’re gone
The turn of her mouth
Mirrored the hopeful eyes
Of such a little man
He wasn’t little after all….
He was a smile in the sun
In 1941
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7. |
The Number
04:33
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Back in Harford County
The 4th of July
You’re back from wherever
They’re wondering why
The roads look familiar
But the faces look strange
They’re looking at you
But you didn’t change
You never changed
Now you’re only a number
She saw me last Winter
or maybe last Fall
She’s one in a series
That means nothing at all
She didn’t change
She never changed
Now she’s only a number
The jury’s still out
On the failure of fun
Hand out the trophies
For the wars that you’ve won
You didn’t change
You never changed
Now you’re only a number
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8. |
Chris Jones is the Devil
03:57
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He lives in a house in Federal Hill
Thick-skinned Eddie lives there as well
It’s a house made of brick
Or so it seems
It’s made of the stuff
Of your darkest dreams
Be careful what you wish for
It may just come true
Jones has got a plan
He’s got a plan for you
I was wrong you’re right
I know it
I was wrong you’re right
I know
I was wrong you’re right I know it
Chris Jones is the Devil
He listens patiently
Absorbing every word
And files it away accordingly
With everything else he’s heard
He’s got an ulterior motive
He’s got an evil plan
Don’t kid yourself, brother
Jones is a bad, bad man
I was wrong you’re right
I know it
I was wrong you’re right
I know
I was wrong you’re right I know it
Chris Jones is the Devil
He had a sexy girlfriend
I know that she was
Jones always gets the girl
You know the Devil always does
I was wrong you’re right
I know it
I was wrong you’re right
I know
I was wrong you’re right I know it
Chris Jones is the Devil
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9. |
Dress Her Up
03:56
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It’s the same old sob story
Told 1000 times a day
In a 1000 different ways
You can cry or bark at the moon
But it’s such a familiar tune
And she’s a lovely old whore….
Dress her up
Dress her down
Such a familiar scene
We love this tedious machine
Dress her up
Dress her down
Then turn her out
And watch the peasants start to shout
Dress her up, Dress her down
The sun frames our faces
As we kiss our grandparents goodbye
And charge off to dance
So in love with the lie
The melody reminds us
It’s a popular tune
Waltzing in circles
by the light of the moon
Too busy drinking to remember the thirst
We all saw her laughing
But I saw her first
And she’s a lovely old whore……
Dress her up
Dress her down
We love the same old scene
We love this tedious machine
Dress her up
Dress her down
She’ll lead us out
As the peasants start to shout
Dress her up, Dress her down
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10. |
Reilly
05:50
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Remember when we danced
I doubt it
Of course you don’t
My mystery fades
Your mind’s a sieve of liquored pouting
Have another and pull the shades
I sang Tea in the Sahara
You were swaying in my arms
For that one moment
You didn’t doubt it…
You’re the one for me
Kristen Reilly
Twice as mad as Irish Laughter
Half as sweet as mortal sin
Your whiskied eyes are practiced liars
Blue as bottles of Bombay gin
The tongue a stroke of fashioned texture
Slyest tricks it could have played
And made mischief seem a gifted actor
Before the closing credits fade
I didn’t get the proper money
I didn’t get the right degree
But for that one moment you didn’t doubt it
You’re the one for me
Kristen Reilly
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11. |
Joseph Bernstein Baltimore, Maryland
Joseph Bernstein is a songwriter in Baltimore, MD. 1941 is his first album. Electronic press kit available at bit.ly/2Adsjaa.
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