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360
03:04
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She wants to know why he never called her again.
I don't have an answer that she'd like so I'll just pretend.
And if he's ever gonna change his ways, she'd be the first to know.
He's the one she forgot to let go.
With every morning she reads her papers well.
And checks the engagements just to see if he finally fell.
And if he's ever gonna change his mind, now'd be the time to know.
He's the one she forgot to let go.
And if the voices ever leave, long enough for him to see.
The circle that he's spun himself around.
Will he remember and believe?
Or spin on in 360 degrees?
Until then I tell her he's just lost and she's just down.
He's just lost. She's just down.
And if the voices ever leave, long enough for him to see.
The circle that he's spun himself around.
Will he remember and believe?
Or spin on in 360 degrees?
Until then I tell her he's just lost and she's just down.
Oh he spins around and round and round and round.
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2. |
Counting the Hours
03:27
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Late at night when the wine can be measured in drops.
Stars above and the moon just appear to be stopped.
In the dark. And you're holding your glass to the sky,.
And you're waiting for light to arrive... to decide.
In the sky well the stars they are writing a note.
You could lie and just tell me that it was a joke.
And I would laugh, but the punchline is more than a gag.
And the audience longs for the past to come back.
So I'm counting the hours and waiting for flowers
to come from this melting snow.
Memories are pouring like rain in the morning
and colors can spring from below.
SOLO
In the cold. If the winter belongs to the snow.
And if this voice in your heart will not go. Then don't go.
I'll be counting the hours and waiting for flowers
to come from this melting snow.
Memories come pouring like rain in the morning
so colors can spring from below.
Counting the hours and waiting for flowers
to come from this melting snow.
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3. |
Watching from the Middle
03:41
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I'm watching Amy from the middle.
Fine line drawn in the sang.
And I remember her a little.
In a rhyme of recent past.
Oh no not again... this can't be happening to me.
At the shore in Carolina.
Nick Drake in stereo.
The sun was rising from behind her.
Lit her up enough to know.
Oh no not again... this can't be happening.
Oh no not again... this can't be happening.
And if she was enough for me. Then I'm a coastal causality
Oh this is a tragedy every time I hear the sea.
No one else can save myself from me.
I'm thinking Amy in a riddle.
It's a good spot to stop for gas.
And I remember this a little.
I remember mostly laughs.
Oh no not again... this can't be happening.
Oh no not again... this can't be happening to me.
No one else can save myself from me.
I'm watching Amy from the middle. And I'm confused as all get out.
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4. |
Riddle
03:16
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Here's a riddle... a life a little like fine silk curled up on the floor.
She's a diamond attracting glances from life beyond these castle walls.
And the knights that guard her gate are falling fast asleep.
And if my timing is off they'll be no bridge to cross.
And no where will be safe.
The guards that watch from above, defending her cause.
Will keep me far away.
And if the queen is unaware, then I'd better be prepared.
To take her by surprise and look her in the eyes;
Tell her why I'm there.
The moat may be deeper but I still wanna swim across.
The threats and the arrows rain down
But they cannot make me stop.
So here's the riddle the charge that did it.
the words that sounded the alarm.
All my honor my love my songs are the thoughts.
That broke her castle walls.
And the queen is unaware, so I came prepared.
To take her by surprise and look her in the eyes;
And tell her why I'm here.
Tell her why I'm here.
Tell her that I'm right here.
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5. |
Strawberries and Lemons
04:10
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We call home anywhere that we run.,
We lasted an hour too long.
So take this empty hallway far away.
She's wasted and looking for more.
And I'm tracing my steps to her door.
Drop this cluttered fault line deep into the sea.
Alive by the door.
She chasing the sunlight across the room.
Searching shadows for more.
For someone or something to call her own.
A dull moan. She's passed out on the floor.
There's tread marks all over her heart.
Take this tempting freeway far away.
Alive by the door.
She chasing the sunlight across the room.
Searching shadows for more.
For someone or something to call her own.
It's always strawberries. Strawberries and Lemons I fear.
Not again. Nothing ever changes. Nothing ever changes around here.
It's always strawberries. Strawberries and Lemons I fear.
Goodbye moon. I can't take it no more.
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6. |
World Rushing In
04:40
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There in the night I'm awake in the dark with burning fingers on my hand.
And you start to move like an earthquake and I fall apart on your shaking land.
Your eyes reflect everything we are.
Kaleidoscope twisting light around.
You and I. Us and them.
Here comes the world rushing in.
Rushing in.
You've got my joy and I've got to wonder.
We may never know how long we've been under.
It's a wild universe. The windows will shutter.
And who's gonna pay for one more dose of splendor.
And I surrender.
Your eyes reflect everything we are.
Kaleidoscope twisting light around.
You and I. Us and them.
Here comes the world rushing in.
Rushing in.
You're sugar sweet and I'm sweating bullets.
You talk in your sleep and I'm no wiser for it.
It's a shadow of doubt. Star flickering bright.
A chance that I will. A chance that you might speak to me.
Like you spoke to him.
So tell me how and where I should begin.
I should begin.
Your eyes reflect everything we are.
Kaleidoscope twisting light around.
You and I. Us and them.
Here comes the world rushing in.
Here comes the world rushing in.
Rushing in.
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7. |
Words
03:33
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The words that I never said are ones that I can't take back.
I've been searching rooms for you.
And even though some time has past.
If someone's watching over us... maybe we could still ring true.
Why did it take so long to tell you?
All of the things I really want to.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Why were the words so hard to find for you.
Oh it's still a mystery. If you will come back to me.
All of this time here without you.
I'll be waiting just in case. Again one day I'll see you face.
In some room I'd walk in to.
Why did it take so long to tell you?
All of the things I really want to.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
Did I say the words in time for you.
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8. |
I Should Go
03:19
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I should know that we were just people moving fast.
She was a girl. She used to be my sweet right hand.
Now she's a song. Where has she gone?
I should know.
I should call. But that would be so completely wrong.
I was a fan. She was my reason all night long.
For staying awake. And keeping me sane.
I should call.
So what if I've heard this all before?
So what if I knew there could be more?
Out of regret I can't forget her.
I could be saved in just a flash.
She could walk in and take me back.
That'd be like waiting for the ice cream man in hell.
She could have me and not have to ask.
We could be free in love at last.
Under a blue moon I am waiting now for her.
Under a blue moon I am waiting undisturbed.
Do da de do. Do da de do. Do da de do.
Do da de do. Do da de do. Do da de do.
I should go. And stop hanging on to old pipe dreams.
It's too slow. And they are never what they seem.
It's only a dream. I think we agree. I should go.
So what if I find another girl.
So what if I'm always wanting more.
Out of the depths and on to the next her.
I could be saved in just a flash.
She could walk in and take me back.
That'd be like waiting for the ice cream man in hell.
She could have me and not have to ask.
We could be free in love at last.
Under a blue moon I am waiting now for her.
Under a blue moon I am waiting undisturbed.
Do da de do. Do da de do. Do da de do.
Do da de do. Do da de do. Do da de do.
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Wednesday AM
03:26
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It's Wednesday. It's early. It's not even dawn.
The playground is empty. The riders are gone.
She told me it's lonely where she was tonight.
I think that I love her and I don't know why.
It's Wednesday. It's early. A country from you.
In hours I'm leaving to see what you'll do.
It's crazy. I know it. To visit this way.
But I'd jump through a phone line if that's what it takes.
So don't go thinking that I am half crazy.
For flying out across the whole country.
To spend a weekend. A moment. A lifetime with you.
It's Wednesday. It's early. Four hours til noon.
I sit on this playground against morning dew.
A see saw is empty. The swings haven't moved.
No children are laughing, but they'll be here soon.
So don't go thinking that I am half crazy.
For flying out across the whole country.
To spend a weekend. A moment. A lifetime with you.
With you.
It's Wednesday. It's early. The start of the day.
In hours I'm leaving to visit your place.
I thought about calling. Decided to wait.
It's Wednesday. It's early. And it's always been this way.
So don't go thinking that I am half crazy.
For flying out across the whole country.
To spend a weekend. A moment. A lifetime with you.
With you.
With you.
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10. |
Remind Me
03:33
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Remember how talked straight through the night.
We knew soon enough sun would be in sight.
Remember how it shone upon your face.
And soon enough everything had found it's place.
Well now I find I'd rather be in hiding.
If you can't find it in your heart to find me.
If you recall. If you remember then remind me.
Remember how you found yourself afraid.
I said your fear is a ghost of your creation.
Remember how I fancied myself brave.
Can you remember that look upon my face?
Well now I find I'd rather be in hiding.
If you can't find it in your heart to find me.
If you recall. If you remember then remind me.
Sometimes I'm so unsteady.
Forgive me for forgetting.
The truth is there is love.
I love to hear the truth.
Remind me. Remind me.
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11. |
Holiday For Jane
02:34
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Another holiday for Jane
Another chance to spread some wealth around
Watching her signing her name
Give a little gift to her hometown
She said there’s days when I want to give it all away
A semi-annual white sale
An event too special to be missed
The early bird will prevail
Here comes Janey polishing her list
She said there’s days when I want to give it all away
A lifelong mission to splurge
A taste for just desert... ohh
Here is the best part
It’s just a lonely reward
She swears she doesn’t deserve
But there are no returns
She said there’s days when I want to give it all away
It’s two for one in aisle four
Another cart that Jane has yet to fill
It’s a universe of stores
Like a junkie searching for another pill
She says there’s days when I want to give it all away
She says there’s days when I should just give it all away...
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12. |
Coffee
03:36
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"Yeah. I think it's a bad. I certainly wouldn't want Marc having coffee with an X girlfriend. What's been going on with you? Sure enough... it's been three years. Why are you thinking about me? I don't know if I should be flattered or just scared. I'm just kidding."
I suppose that was all it took. I'd have called, but in the end it's much better I heard the news this way. Now I wonder what I'll do. Sure enough I feel stuck here. How was I brave to set you free?
I don't know if I should be grateful or sad. I'm not kidding.
Sure enough it was my idea. Think of it this way. I don't even drink coffee since you've been gone. There's not a day you don't run through my minds been stuck here and I wonder if you think about me?
I don't know if I should be noble or just bad. I'm just missing. I'm just missing.
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Dan Haas Annapolis, Maryland
I have been writing songs since the 90's and have released some albums, EP's, and singles over the
years.
My primary instrument is guitar, so many songs have an acoustic quality. I'm a fan of lush harmonies, big strings, & dreamy synths. I hope you find something appealing. Thank you for visiting and listening.
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