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I'll Be Waiting for You
03:13
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On a polluted stream in a dirty old taxi
in a forgotten dream, in a burned out meadow
in a one star hotel in some local flophouse
I’ll be waiting for you
I’ll be waiting there
on the river of Jordan
in the cool summer air
In a rusted out boat in an abandoned factory
in some words that you wrote in a hundred year storm
in a bar down the street in a state of confusion
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2. |
Hold Me Down
04:24
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You never saw the photograph
I took when I was eight
of the leopard and the old giraffe
lying in the shade
we’ve a thousand miles to go my dear
we’ve a million lives to lead
and while they always seem to disappear
they were never ours to keep
Hold me down, hold me down, hold me down
hold me down don’t let me walk away
Hold me down, hold me down, hold me down
I’ll come around one day
There’s a wooden bucket filled with milk
there’s an iron on a sleeve
on the bed a dress of Chinese silk
your mothers I believe
she grew up in the Orient
a missionary girl
to her a daughter heaven sent
a son not of this world
Hold her down, hold her down, hold her down
hold her down don’t let her fly away
Hold her down, hold her down, hold her down
she’ll come around one day
There’s a lightness in the breezes that westward blow
where the iron bells do toll
there’s a kindness in knowing that in the end
you will collect my soul
Canary grass and timothy
a field of marigolds
he built his own distillery
from a coil of copper hose
and he joined the British royal fleet
in service of the queen
and there his true love he did meet
making movies on the screen
Hold him down, hold him down, hold him down
hold him down don’t let him float away
Hold him down, hold him down, hold him down
he’ll come around one day
we’ll all come around one day
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3. |
Nothing At All
05:02
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Well your road may be weary
and your pleasures be few
you may have a long way to travel
just to get through
you may be lost in the darkness
and you can’t find your way
you may spend a whole year living
a lifetime each day
but it’s better to be late doing something
than to do nothing at all
You may be downhearted
you may be forlorn
ripped up in ten different pieces
ragged and torn
and you’re adrift in the ocean
and you can’t find the shore
caught up in all kinds of sickness
can’t find the cure
but it’s better to be late doing something
than to do nothing at all
I won’t be pushed to the ground
I won’t be badgered around
I’m gonna stand on the floor
I won’t be silent no more
cause it’s better to be late doing something
than to do nothing at all
Your road may be weary
your heartache be true
you may have a hard road to travel
just to get through
and you may seek some shelter
among the eye of the storm
you may wait til it’s all calm and quiet
and you’re safe and warm
but it’s better to be late doing something
than to do nothing at all
You got a lot to learn
and there’s a lot to see
there’s a lot to know
there’s a lot to feel
so many miles to be
a long way to go
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4. |
Hide Away Home
05:06
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Well if you were a sculptor
working stone from the ground
you’d see it’s more difficult to build it up
than to just knock it down
You keep an eye out for vultures
say they’re in every town
and you can see them circling the sky above
with barely a sound
and it makes you want to run away, run away
run away, run away
hide away, hide away
hide away, hide away home
If you were a bomb squad
and I was your muse
you’d see it’s much easier to let me blow
than to make me defuse
but if you’re in for the long ride
whether it’s win or lose
you’d see it’s impossible to make it through
without at least one bruise
and still you want to run away, run away
run away, run away
hide away, hide away
hide away, hide away home
You might say it’s outrageous
you might say it’s unsound
you might say there’s too many people on this ship
we’re gonna scrape ground
but your fear is contagious
your fear is unbound
and you can’t even dare to take a dip
for fear that you’ll drown
and it makes you want to run away, run away
run away, run away
hide away, hide away
hide away, hide away home
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5. |
Champagne Eyes
03:48
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Champagne eyes, ruby lips
star filled skies, swingin’ hips
Well I search for the words
inevitably the right line escapes me
and I stready my nerves
all I’m dying to say is you got it going on
It’s not easily done
every thing that I state is so complicated
while I could turn and run
all I’m dying to say is you got it going on
and on…
Well I stutter and strain
inevitably the right line escapes me
and I’m wracking my brain
all I’m trying to say is you got it going on
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6. |
The World is Gone
05:02
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The world is gone, the world is gone
and I am gone, and I am gone
Walls come down and walls go up
a nickel falls into the cup
we put on our masquerade
when all we want is to get paid
but we can’t even be sure of that no more
People come and people go
with the mazel tov and the mistletoe
they put on their masquerade
with the cheap perfume and the promenade
but they can’t even be sure of that no more
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7. |
So Much Clearer
03:47
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Oh he put that bottle down
and backed away slowly
he walked around this town
through Brownfields and holy roads of stone
so much clearer
standing lightly
no longer falling faster
down again
Oh he turned his mind around
crawled out from under
weight that pound for pound
held him asunder in every way
You ask me how I know
but it’s so plain to see
when you were down so low
this time come night fall
I won’t be scared at all
I won’t go down that road again
Oh he dropped that hammer down
on the telephone ringing
he never turned around
all the while singing through every day
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8. |
Send Me Back to My Home
05:27
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All I got is this cold steel pistol
a flower vase made of pure lead crystal
all I got is this cold steel pistol now
All I want is a cool drink of water
the warm embrace like a momma gives her daughter
All I want is a cool drink of water now
I’m a red hot iron
a dog trapped in a corner now
I’m a cracked foundation
in the brick and the mortar now
send me back to my home
I’m a coal black tire
I’ve been tossed on the fire now
I’m a shape in a shadow
I’ve been begged and a-borrowed now
send me back to my home
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9. |
Kissing Babies
04:58
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Kissing babies is all you know
and it’s worrisome just how far you’ll go
blind ambition and baseless trust
you’re a lethal weapon and you’re dangerous
but I won’t give out
I won’t give in
I won’t give up
and let you win
All this money spent on yourself
it’s a tragedy and it’s pointless wealth
this whole thing is misunderstood
it’s American Idol it’s Hollywood
I know damn well what is right and wrong
don’t want to hear you sing your song
I can hardly contain myself
but I blame me and nobody else
I’d like to know what runs through your mind
late at night when you’re tucked up cozy
your checkered past ain’t so far behind
you can’t pretend to just rise above it all
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10. |
Out on a Wire
04:02
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Without you now…
I’m a steamboat in the night
I’m a bird flying out of sight
I’m a wheel that’s come to rest
or a heart without the chest
like a fire out on the plains
or the road after it rains
like the still without the storm
or a shape without the form
and while you live it up
I’m in here giving up
baby, I’m out on wire
And since you’re gone…
I’m a word without the song
I’m a right without the wrong
or an eye without the sight
or a sky without the light
like a sea without the shore
just this thought and nothing more
like a light about to change
or my mind all rearranged
and while you’re waking up
I’m in here breaking up
baby, I’m out on a wire
you come floating down
and lightly touch the ground
and I wake slowly from a dream
knowing things aren’t always as they seem
and you’re gone…
I can hardly stand up straight
every night I stay out late
I got one thing on my mind
watch it play and then rewind
like a still before the storm
or a shape without the form
like a wheel that’s come to rest
or a heart without the chest
and while you live it up
I’m in here giving up
baby, I’m out on a wire
When you feel you can’t take no more
can’t keep the wolves far from your door
and every day’s an endless road
a to be continued episode
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11. |
Love Me Still
05:02
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Love Me Still
Would you swear to be loyal and clear my name
when I’m down in the gutter and drowned in shame
when it’s obvious I’ve done the whole world wrong
would you be by my side, would you sing my song?
Would you stand behind me when I’m sure to lose
and show faith in the face of the grimmest news
would you give me the words that I need to hear
would you have my back, would you show no fear?
Would you follow me down every dead end street
and accept my excuses though they’re incomplete
would you laugh off the things that I trivialize
would you shake your head, would you be more wise?
Will you be there when I’m gone
and be sure my name lingers on
if the road is steep and long
will you climb that hill
will you love me still?
Would you sugarcoat what they criticize
and hold me closely and dry my eyes
would you let me down easy and break my fall
would you give it to me gently, or not at all?
Would you let me believe what I want to believe
and say it’s delightful when it’s so ugly
would you know when it’s time to just tell me lies
would you say I’m just right, I’m the perfect size?
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Sam Lamont Pilesgrove, New Jersey
"...Lamont makes solid roots/rock 'n' soul music, combining blues, jazz, funk, folk, country and rock in catchy melodies,
memorable harmonies, and meaningful lyrics...In these days of pigeon-holing everyone's music into a specific genre, Sam Lamont's music defies categorization."
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