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Sunset Blues
02:55
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It was near the snow-peaked mountains, only yesterday,
When you told me that our lives would change
You were talking slowly and your hands were warm
They enfold me with a love so fine
There was good grass dying in the fields and in the street that night
And everywhere around us there was so much life
You got to pay the dues to sing a sunset blues
Early riser, easy going, where are you going, try and make me understand And now your head is in the clouds, and your mother’s oh so proud
But I’m not sure if I’m ready for this yet
Because I must learn to open my heart
To a love that changes so fast
There was good grass dying in the fields and in the street that night
There were newborn babies in the skies and in the stars that shine
And everywhere around us there was so much life
You got to pay the dues to sing a sunset blues
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We move too fast and we talk too slow
Like a spinning record that’s just stuck in a worn-out groove
And now the sun is shrouded, the ocean and the skies have collided
By a love that hit me from below
See the clock frown down on Mercator square
Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Stein may have all been there
In a different lifetime, at the Dingo Bar at the right time
You could have made it new, but that time is theirs and this one belongs to you
Living ain’t easy
We sing the same song, we’re just stuck in a different groove
Living ain’t easy
We sing the same song, we're just stuck in a different groove
And as the time ticks on, so does the ink on a page fade
Charging at the minds of men and into God’s lonely shade
History’s a rolling stone, our heart a dogless bone, our words a three-day blow
I heard our song playing on the radio
Living ain’t easy
We sing the same song, we’re just stuck in a different groove
Living ain’t easy
We sing the same song, we're just stuck in a different groove
A different groove
A different groove
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Season of the Acorn
03:39
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It’s the season of the acorn and a mind that slips away
And the season of belonging and restraint
But I’m never once the same when October rings the bell
It’s the season of the maples is what our grandpa used to say
And the season of the ammunition freight train
And we planted acorn sprouts at the station near our house
Now all of my friends, they worry and call
While me and Aristotle we drink and we talk
It’s the season of the leaves, and they’re falling on the deck
But they also cover all the derailed train wrecks
And a gun shot filled the air, we heard it here and there and everywhere
Now all of my friends, they worry and call
While me and Aristotle get wasted and we talk
It’s the season of the acorn and a mind that slips away
And the season of belonging and restraint
But I’m never once the same when October rings the bell
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Sweet Marie
03:14
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She’s got a sweetheart in every city, where’s she’s asking for a coffee to go
Boys write their number on the side of her cappuccino
And now she’s flying out for New York City, she’s the proud owner of her own time
Her boots are still caked with the mud from the Alamo
You can tell her mood by the way she whips her hair
I really can’t help it, I’m so in love again
Sweet Marie, living is high
When the loving is low and there’s no cloud in the sky
You can pay my bail, it isn’t that high
Oohh mama, what you’re doing is right
But I just can’t stand the idea of you alone at night
Today at the laundromat you looked so pretty
I Google-searched you on my way home
But no one came up in my search bar but Brigitte Bardot
You can tell her mood by the way she whips her hair
I really can’t help it, I’m so in love again
Sweet Maria, living is high
When the loving is low and there’s no cloud in the sky
You can pay my bail it isn’t that high
Oohh mama, what you’re doing is right
But I just can’t stand the idea of you alone at night
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Night Shift
00:42
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The Young and Cheap
02:28
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The Young and Cheap are back
They’ve been playing up and down the track
Yet so far not a decent show, or a living of means
Since they left their hometown New Orleans
The first gig they swinged, they played a two-hour show and broke a couple of strings
The owner’s left hand praised them, while his other hand jeered at their guts to ask for a beer
Yeah, you can tell everybody with a good set of ears
That some new boys are hitting the town
But if you lack the conviction to pay them fair and square
Then the young and cheap, they won’t be around next year
There’s money all around, for the agent with his wife on the couch
And the sound guy, the light guy, the fat-ass, the wise guy, it’s just the Young and Cheap who play for free
Yeah, you can tell everybody with a good set of ears
That some new boys are hitting the town
But if you lack the conviction to pay them fair and square
Then the young and cheap, they won’t be around
Yeah, you can tell everybody with a good set of ears
That some new boys are hitting the town
But if you lack the conviction to pay them fair and square Then the young and cheap, they won’t be around next year
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Goodbye, My Love
03:49
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Stand beside me, we’ll change the town for anyone who tries to see what difference it makes
The doors are painted, marked by me, a red cross on the doors of those who pray
Because they are true, and I turned around and I said to you
“Goodbye my love”
With a kiss we never finished
My heartstrings were tugged along the road
And as I turned the backdoor key, I noticed what you really mean to me
Take my hand and follow me, the hills and dales seem sweet to me, the water’s clear as your innocence my dear
My right hand cuts your auburn hair, while my left hand cuts the stone from the plum
Under blood-red skies, near a mountain spring, I heard your voice ring
“Goodbye my love”
With a kiss we never finished
My heartstrings were tugged along the road
And as I turned the backdoor key, I noticed what you really mean to me
Under blood-red skies, near a mountain spring, I heard your voice ring
“Goodbye my love”
With a kiss we never finished
My heartstrings were tugged along the road
A new town lies ahead of me, with lovers and a new sun on the rise
And as I turned the backdoor key, I noticed what you really mean to me
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P.J.M. Bond Amsterdam, Netherlands
“One true sentence”. That’s what Ernest Hemingway was aiming to write during his stay in Paris in the Roaring Twenties of the previous century. The music of singer/songwriter P.J.M. Bond is greatly inspired by Hemingway’s philosophy and artistic vision: his music reminds listeners of white crests on the waves, the smell of burnt leather, and the crushing of shoes on a mountain path. ... more
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