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It's Too Late
02:33
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It's Too Late
'Cause it’s too late for shots in the dark
It’s too late to rekindle the spark
It’s too late, too late to be friends
It’s too late for ribbons and bows
It’s too late for a penitent pose
It’s too late, too late
It’s the end
That lonesome feeling when I’m walking down the street
Yours is the face that sometimes I still long to meet
But that won’t do
Dredging up the ghost of the past
Of our love
I think somehow I might have known it wouldn’t last
'Cause it’s too late for shots in the dark
It’s too late to rekindle the spark
It’s too late, too late to be friends
It’s too late for ribbons and bows
It’s too late for a penitent pose
It’s too late, too late
It’s the end
It's too late
It's too late
It's too late, baby, no no
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Into the Black
03:38
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Into the Black
The very moment we met
I knew that you were trouble
But the storm had only begun
Jumping without a net
In lieu of all the danger
And the damage that would be done
Yes I know I just don't know
Yes I know I just don't know
I can never forget
I blew it now I’m hoping
That the past can be outrun
Chorus:
I want ya
I need ya
I want ya
I need ya
Into the black and you don't look back
Into the black and you don't look back
Into the black and you don't look back
Ghost of the past in my brain
Sound of your laugh still the same
All of the things I thought were true
The day had to come when I’d rise like the sun far from you
I won’t be making the trip
Of sliding ever after from the truth
And what you’ll say
Time to tighten my grip
Deciding on the summer
While you cling to skies of gray
Yes I know I just don't know
Yes I know I just don't know
At the helm of the ship
Colliding with the moment
When I finally break away
Chorus
Ghost of the past in my brain
Sound of your laugh still the same
All of the things I thought were true
The day had to come when I’d rise like the sun
You've got me on the run nevermore to succumb
Being blind, deaf, and dumb
I thought you were the one but you're not
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(All By My) Stoney Lonesome
All by my stoney lonesome
I could cry
Washing machines and dreams hung out to dry
401K OK but where’s the soul?
Taking my last breath just as my glass is full
All by my lonesome
Got a roof over my head
Got a blanket for my bed
Keeps me warm but I feel so cold
I’m blessed with precious love
Just not the kind I’m dreamin’ of
Truth be told all by my stoney lonesome
Got a doctor for my ills
Got a big old pile of pills
No prescription that can bring me joy
Got friends I’ll never know
'Cause each time my feelings show
I'm paranoid all by my stoney lonesome
All by my stoney lonesome
Feeling blue
I’ve got no chance romancing folks like you
You name your price while mine keeps coming down
You’ve got your pretty face I’ve got the tears of a clown
All by my lonesome
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Behind the Mirror
04:34
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Behind the Mirror
It’s dark and the hour’s late
Cozy up next to Fate
Spirits on my breath
Shadows lying in wait
A specter looms with a violin hand
Behind the mirror
I feel you near
It’s nothing new
With every creak
The ancients speak
And then there’s you
Hangin’ ‘round
Without a sound
But the time has passed
Nothing more
Can change the score
Once the die is cast
The fire burns low
And Heaven knows
I can’t take more
I beg you please
For soft release
From what’s in store
In my mind there's nothing left to feel
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
You seem so real
Apart from the morning light
It’s like eternal night
Winter chills my heart
Spring is far out of sight
The cold wind blows as if by your command
Behind the mirror
I feel you near
It’s nothing new
With every creak
The ancients speak
And then there’s you
In my mind there's nothing left to feel
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
You seem so real
Hangin’ ‘round
Without a sound
But the time has passed
Nothing more
Can change the score
Once the die is cast
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Phonin' It In
03:23
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Phonin' It In
Why do I get so hung up in the morning?
When I’ve had my sleep
Peanut butter toast and tea
Baby, I don’t know
What you’re saying
But if I should go
I’m hesitating to show it
I think I’m phonin' it in
I'm phonin' it in
I think you're phonin' it in
I'm phonin' it in
I tried my best to keep it real, but now I'm phonin' it in
I'm phonin' it in
I think I'm phonin' it in
I'm phonin' it in
I haven't been born enough to know
Why do you spend when there’s nothing to borrow
Give and take with you
Is a blank check IOU
Baby it’s all a sham
What I’m living
My head in the sand
Without really giving a damn when
I think I’m phoning it in
I'm phonin' it in
I think you're phonin' it in
I'm phonin' it in
I tried my best to keep it real, but now I'm phonin' it in
I'm phonin' it in
I think I'm phonin' it in
I'm phonin' it in
I haven't been born enough to know
I haven't been born enough to know
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Lordy, Come Around This Way
People on their way at dawn
Trudgin’ as the bluebird flies
To a beat-up tent and a night well spent
Singing praises of the Lord on high
Ginny Belle and Frankie Swell
Rollin’ into town past three
Virgin lace and a guilty face
They're taking in the scenery
The wedding plans are slow
And Ginny Belle's starting to show
To the others on the trail
Frankie tips his hat without fail
Big Joe from Tupelo
Got a memory that weighs a ton
And late at night when the wind’s just right
He’s haunted by the things he’s done
Nellie slips between her lips
Candy from the storefront jar
Soon to close up shop and skip the mop
And grab the Bible from the car
Sign says closed at five
When the Queen has left the hive
To venture out in the night
Feel the spirit in the air tonight
That’s right
Lordy, come around this way
Glory of the newborn day
Cornered in the Devil’s sway
Don’t you go astray
Pay the dues you have to pay
Time out of mind it seems
Since Ginny Belle had a dream
Of Big Joe taking a rest
And a wagon headed West
Oh yes
Lordy, come around this way
Glory of the newborn day
Cornered in the Devil’s sway
Don’t you go astray
Pay the dues you have to pay
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7. |
To Meet My Kingdom Come
04:08
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To Meet My Kingdom Come
Empty glasses on the table
Leave me thirsty for the taste of your kiss
Once more in the throes of bliss
To meet my kingdom come
I’ve been peeling back the label
You’ve been wond’ring why it took me so long
No lie I was caught in the throng
To meet my kingdom come
I dug my grave or so it seems
Long before I was dead
Evil din and phantoms in my head
I never in my tepid dreams
Dared to pine over you
But tables turn and now I yearn for your love and skies of blue
You’re the moral of the fable
I’m the one who never knew what he had
Forever going patiently mad
To meet my kingdom come
Doves fly when you are coming near
Gibberish gripping my tongue
Far-off gazes with your praises sung
At once I’m struck dumb by the fear
That I might have crossed the line
I start to doubt I’d have the clout to win you and make you mine
You’re the moral of the fable
I’m the one who never knew what he had
Forever going patiently mad
To meet my kingdom come
To meet my kingdom come
To meet my kingdom come
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You've Got Me By The Soul
I tried so hard to fight it
Hard to fight it
But in the end you still ignite it
Deep inside me
Deep inside me
With the words that slowly guide me
To an ocean
To an ocean
Far from day to day commotion
Where time disguises
Time disguises
Shapes of things as the full moon rises
Once I thought it was all up in my head
Now I’m starting to think that it’s real
Fessin’ up to reality instead
Of digging in my heels
Though I love all the graces you give me
Our lovin’ has taken it’s toll
Whoa, baby don’t you worry
You’ve got me by the soul
You were my one and only
One and only
Till the day I left you lonely
To make a livin’
Make a livin’
Now I see that it ain’t livin’
In the Tower
In the Tower
While away the useless hours
That leave me hollow
Leave me hollow
Bitter taste so hard to swallow
Once I thought it was all up in my head
Now I’m starting to think that it’s real
Fessin’ up to reality instead
Of digging in my heels
Though I love all the graces you give me
Our lovin’ has taken it’s toll
Whoa, baby don’t you worry
You’ve got me by the soul
Whoa, babe, you've got me by the soul (4x)
Once I thought it was all up in my head
Our lovin’ has taken it’s toll
Whoa, baby don’t you worry
Whoa, baby don’t you worry
Whoa, baby don’t you worry
You’ve got me by the soul
Whoa, babe, you've got me by the soul (4x)
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9. |
Nowhere In Blue
04:28
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Nowhere In Blue
In a free-flowing stream
Something murmurs in the language of a dream
“It’s time to leave this place”
In the sweet morning dew
I can smell the winter drawing near in you
While I’m just wasting space
I want you, you want me
We want love, love left us lowdown
In the middle of nowhere in blue
I can’t hide, hide from you
In my thoughts, thoughts that just go 'round
Like a riddle without a clue
In the stars up above
Used to shine a constellation of our love
But I can’t see it no more
In the swirl of the sea
I can feel the moonlight pulling back the key
That once unlocked your door
Chorus
Strange as it seems
My tepid dreams
Kept me a float through the sorrow
Rivers gone dry
Clouds in the sky
Still portend the rain tomorrow
Sun going down
This wretched town
Settles for what the night is bringing
Sweet morning dew
Is nothing new
Except when you’re singing
In the fog on the moor
Thought I saw a remnant of the days before
It all came crashing down
In the dead of the night
When the silence sets my waking thoughts alight
I know you're hangin’ round
I want you, you want me
We want love, love left us lowdown
In the middle of nowhere in blue
I can’t hide, hide from you
In my thoughts, thoughts that just go 'round
Like a riddle without a clue
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Last Train Out of New Orleans
It was the last train out of New Orleans
And I don’t think that I’ll be going back
To that old cesspool of Storyville and gumbo
In my memories I hope she’ll last
Fortune tellers on the Square left to right
Tarot cards a-shuffle as the sun sinks low
Shadows in the Quarter stretch longer tonight
As the musky sweet river breezes blow
It was the last train out of New Orleans
And I don’t think that I’ll be going back
To that old cesspool of Storyville and gumbo
In my memories I hope she’ll last
Honey BBQ guitar and a cornbread beat
Streaming out of cafes on the avenue
Swamp is seeping through the cracks up to the street
Hear the busker softly sing the blues
It was the last train out of New Orleans
And I don’t think that I’ll be going back
To that old cesspool of Storyville and gumbo
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Matt Rhodes Rochester, New York
Matt Rhodes is a singer/songwriter whose music can be described as a synthesis of The Rolling Stones, The Byrds, and early Neil Diamond.
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