1. |
1000 Miles
03:32
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Isolated pools of light
fly by my window
I feel a 1000 miles from a smile
The rhythm of the road tonight
fails to ease my worried mind
I feel a 1000 miles from a smile
It's a funny thing bout the old neighborhood
how small and tight it seemed
Oh but now it's just the only thing that's real
that I can feel
Another bed another night
Another morning's cold light
I feel a 1000 miles from a smile
I feel a 1000 miles. 1000 miles
A thousand miles from a smile
Hoo Hoo Whoa oh...
Been seeing life through these traveling windows
For so long it all looks like teevee
With all the depth and feeling of canned
laughter... at a joke that I don't get.
Now don't you go thinking
you're all that damn special
It's just a... 100 miles from a smile
Just because I thought of you
when I wrote down this song
I feel a... A 1000 miles...
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2. |
Bedlam and Squalor
04:29
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Living on the corner
Of Bedlam and Squalor
Tryin to keep my soul
And still make a dollar
Not beat by the pimps
Nor took by thieves
Oh to look in the mirror
And not see a whore
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I fell down towards the gutter
But never quite landed
I was grabbed by the scruff
Some invisible hand but
It never said why
Nor showed me the way
I just moved toward the light
All night and a day
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Oh...
Headlights wet pavement
Worn down boot heels
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Don't you ever say never
You'll cross town to that corner
Cause you'll surely meet a man
Who's looking up at your down
Your dark be the light oh
To his desperate hands
And there's no peace for your own soul
Save to ease the next man's
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Oh...
Headlights wet pavement
Worn down boot heels
Night sounds shadows
Torn down boundaries
Transparent lives
So hard to see
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Well living is living
At the end of the day
If you can lay your head down
And honestly say
I got to the end oh
And a little bit more
Living on the corner
Of Bedlam and Squalor
Oh I got to the end
And a little bit more
Living on the corner
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3. |
the Gardener
04:38
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I once met a man with his heart in the earth
He's worked all his life and he knows what it's worth
He don't know where he's going just knows where he's been
You can smell death coming before you see him
He has mud in his hands he don't want to let go
Eyes close to the ground for to watch it all grow
The moons and the rains are all he's following
But you can smell death coming before you see him
Oh why do we lose everything we win?
And you can smell death coming before you see him
His wife and his babes they have all gone away
Still he laughs for the light on the leaves every day
From on high it falls on his magic garden
Though he can smell death coming before he sees him
He can't find his heart so he loves with his hands
The things that he touches the wood and the land
Oh but time through his fingers he feels it slipping
And he can smell death coming before he sees him
Oh why do we lose everything we win
And we can smell death coming before we see him
The love that he's made it has dearly been bought
With all of the blood and the pain unsought
So he'll hold onto life with all of his being
Though he can smell death coming before he sees him
So all of our moments and all of our loves
Will rise up in the sky like so many white doves
They'll clear the horizon with all that has been
For all of the choice that we imagine
And we can run from the fear like immortal sin
Or we can meet death coming like we've already been
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Baldy Crawlers Claremont, California
Martin Maudal is the son of a Folk singer an aeronautics engineer and the grandson of a master wood worker. so of
course...
he's been a professional drummer, songwriter, luthier designer and builder, showing his work around the world at some of the most prestigious musical instrument art shows in the world.
You can see some of his guitars at facebook.com/m3guitars
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