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For the Right Reasons
03:32
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For the right, for the right, for the right reasons
Day and night, spring and fall, and all the seasons
For the right, for the right, for the right reasons
For all the right reasons I choose to choose you
Once I thought I was in love, but I couldn't make sense of
what happened in my head and happened in my heart.
If I questioned every move, well, didn't that just prove
that the thing I told myself was love wasn't really true
For the right, for the right, for the right reasons
Day and night, spring and fall, and all the seasons
For the right, for the right, for the right reasons
For all the right reasons I choose to choose you
While I wandered near and far looking for a guiding star,
I never really thought that I would ever find my way.
Then a light spread over me when I saw that I could see
if I looked a little to the side and caught a glimpse of you
For the right, for the right, for the right reasons
Day and night, spring and fall, and all the seasons
For the right, for the right, for the right reasons
For all the right reasons I choose to choose you
For the right, for the right, for the right reasons
Day and night, spring and fall, and all the seasons
For the right, for the right, for the right reasons
For all the right reasons I choose to choose you
For the right, for the right, for the right reasons
Day and night, spring and fall, and all the seasons
For the right, for the right, for the right reasons
For all the right reasons I choose
Yes for all the right reasons I choose
For all the right reasons I choose to choose you
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As I was walking down the street, I turned and saw you standing there.
I didn't think that we would meet, but I know life isn't fair.
I wondered did you feel the heat, or did you really just not care.
Had I imagined it was sweet?
I'm not sorry I met you.
I'm not sorry for what we've been through.
When you know, you really know; it's not just what you think or suspect.
If you're livin' and you're lovin' nothing goes the way you expect . . . on the road to being free.
It's been some time we've been apart. I see your picture and I smile.
You gave new meaning to my heart, touched it with a special style.
I thought I needed a new start, to be without you for a while.
We put the horse behind the cart.
I'm not sorry I met you.
I'm not sorry for what we've been through.
When you know, you really know; it's not just what you think or suspect.
If you're livin' and you're lovin' nothing goes the way you expect . . . on the road to being free.
Your hair, your eyes, your face; every cliché collected in one place.
But baby it didn't matter at all. When I was with you I never felt small.
I never felt small.
I'm not sorry I met you.
I'm not sorry for what we've been through.
When you know, you really know; it's not just what you think or suspect.
If you're livin' and you're lovin' nothing goes the way you expect . . .
I'm not sorry I met you.
I'm not sorry for what we've been through.
When you know, you really know; it's not just what you think or suspect.
If you're livin' and you're lovin' sometimes everything is a wreck . . .
on the road to being free.
On the road to being free.
On the road to being free
I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry.
I'm not sorry.
Sometimes everything is a wreck.
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3. |
I to I
04:08
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- Part 1:
I know you love me. I feel it in my toes.
The questions only grow in my mind.
I know you love me. You'd spare me any woes,
protect me even though sometimes I'm less than kind.
I know you love me. I know you care.
I know you love me, but will you be there. . .or here.
I know you love me. You'd shield me from all blows.
But know you laid me low when you left me behind.
- Part 2:
Just walk away. Don't turn. No more to say. I will yearn to stay when I know it can't be.
Just turn and go. Walk on. Because I know I should be gone, and if I don't I'll go astray.
Thought it over. Make it over. It will be okay.
And when I'm gone you'll know I wasn't wrong, wrong to go.
But please remember I was there.
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4. |
I Don't Know
03:46
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Sittin' in a diner waiting for my lunch to arrive,
My head was full of miles that I'd driven and I still had to drive.
Stared across the booth and wondered what was taking so long.
The radio was blaring out the chorus of some pre-fab love song.
And then you walked into the joint,
Came over to me and got right to the point.
You talked of yourself and flashed me a smile.
I tried to keep cool, but all the while my thoughts exploded.
I don't know how you made me feel this way.
I don't know what you did to me.
You made me wish for so much more.
You made me wish you'd leave me alone.
If you stay near, I really fear that I might not control myself.
So please beware 'cause I don't share the fascination that you have with yourself. No no no.
I don't know how you made me feel this way.
I don't know what you did to me.
You made me wish for so much more.
You made me wish you'd leave me alone.
(You've got to leave me alone
Leave me, leave me alone
Why won't you leave me alone?
You've got to leave me a lone
Why wont you leave me a lone?)
Leave me alone
Go on, go on, go on, go on, go on, go on. . .
Just leave.
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5. |
Painted Lips
04:23
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Painted lips from the dark call to you.
Fingertips stained to match beckon to
“come with me to a field sown with clover and rue, laced with dew.”
Painted lips, bedroom eyes with allure.
Promises of a world darkly pure
where no judgments are made because no one can judge. No one is sure.
Frank animosity, blatant atrocities, hopes scattered like birds disturbed.
Gasping for breath, sometimes wishing for less, wondering when did my dreams turn absurd.
Images that press on eyes that blur but don't go blind
try to reach and follow all the paths that words can't find.
Whispered truths squeeze through tightly shut ears
that can't be sealed even by all your fears.
Curiosity, killer of cats, takes your mind from your tears to
Painted lips, painted lips, painted lips, painted lips
Oh those painted, hated, flaunting lips--from the still of the darkness they're calling to you.
You wait through the night for the coming of day, but they swallow you, swallow you anyway.
Oh those painted, tainted, taunting lips. Yes those painted, sainted, haunting lips...
Painted lips.
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Endings
03:46
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Night falls. He calls, or maybe he doesn't.
It's late. She'll wait, but maybe it wasn't
tonight that he'd promised they'd be together,
tonight that he'd vow he'd love her forever.
That's how the story goes.
Moonrise—she cries and stares out the windowpane.
Next door he's scoring points with some cheap champagne
and whispering he won't ever leave her;
he lies with the art of the practiced deceiver.
That's how the story goes.
But you can rewrite the ending if you don't get what you needed.
Rewrite the ending if your plot has not succeeded.
Characters change. Scenes move along. People can sing a different song.
The story can keep on changing until it ends.
Night falls. She calls, or maybe she doesn't.
It's late. He'll wait. Their story wasn't
the one written down between the covers,
the one that casts these two as lovers.
That story didn't go. That story didn't go.
I want to rewrite the ending
What if Romeo goes back and finds no Paris ready to attack?
What if Cleopatra makes a date with someone other than those snakes?
What if Samson doesn't share and keeps his strength and his flowing hair?
What if we admit we care? What if we see our mistakes?
What if we skip the attack and take back our ending?
Take back our ending
Take back our ending
Take back our ending.
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7. |
Let Me Tell Ya
03:47
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Trying to say what I mean I talk too much
and drift away from the point I want to touch.
I don't know how to get back, to find a different tack.
Tongue-tied, inside out and upside down
Sinking, swimming, flailing, now I'm drowning
in a sea of doubt, and I just wanna get out
(CHORUS)
And so I'll tell you this: la la la la la
And maybe even this: wa na na-ah na
hubba dubba doo babba dippa dee
and you'll know how I feel.
And then you'll hear me say: bada bapa doo
And this might be okay: wa da wa-ah woo
skibby dibby dee baba dippa doo
and you'll know I love you.
Try to say what I want,
to find a right expression notion or thought.
My mind is drawing blanks; there's nothing in there,
no sense I can declare.
Words have power, it's true,
power to create and to undo.
They are full of magic, or so it seems,
but they can hollow our dreams. . .
(CHORUS)
Let me tell ya [oooo... what?]
Let me say that [mmmmm... yes?]
I just wanna be. . . um. . . [uh oh!]
(CHORUS -- repeat and fade)
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8. |
Only Life
04:09
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Dedicated to the friends I've lost who didn't die.
Dedicated to the friends I've lost, and I don't know why.
They just disappeared somewhere.
It's such a lonely cross to bear.
It's such a lonely lonely only life.
This is for the people I don't see who don't see me.
This is for the people who I care about but we don't shout
out anymore or knock at doors
to say hello and ease this only life.
And now I'm all alone and hoping for the telephone
to ring just once a week, to feel the warmth of someone else's cheek.
And I have to say I'm more than sorry for the way
I didn't stay in touch or offer anyone enough.
Dedicated to the friends who've gone; I did you wrong.
Dedicated to the ones inside my heart though we're apart.
I guess I didn't let you know; instead looks like I let you go
and leave me with my lonely only life.
And now I'm all alone and hoping for the telephone
to ring just once a week, to feel the warmth of someone else's cheek.
And I have to say I'm more than sorry for the way
I didn't stay in touch or offer anyone enough.
Dedicated to the friends I've lost who didn't die.
Dedicated to the friends I've lost, and I don't know why.
They just disappeared somewhere.
It's such a lonely cross to bear.
It's such a lonely lonely only life.
It's such a lonely, only lonely life.
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9. |
Z Sway
04:33
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I sat inside a bar on 14th street over in a corner underneath a blinking neon sign.
My eyes were wandering all over and flitting face to face with no clear design.
Rising, he stepped and held his hand out, inviting me to join him if I dared to come across the floor.
I paused then moved across the open space, noting how the bouncer worked at the door.
When we danced it wasn't this way, that way,
not a single thunderclap, no serenading strings or banners.
We were flowing with an undercurrent showing us
the power, beat, and snap of z sway.
Notes played. Our bodies moved at random, our hips soon swayed in tandem as a music carried us away.
Measures and turns, but not abandon, the poetry of hands on someone who'll say that
When we met it wasn't this way, that way,
not a single thunderclap, no serenading strings or banners.
We were flowing with an undercurrent showing us
the power, beat, and snap of z sway.
That was a time when I was younger. Soon I will be older, and I don't know what comes in between.
But with each day I'm feeling bolder and more inclined to say what I really mean.
People think that I go this way, that way, following the herd and pack
and staying on the straight and narrow.
If they looked they'd see that I go my way, always,
laying down my own new track that goes z sway.
Hiding behind a wall and underneath blankets circumstances helped me to pull up over my head.
I'm peeping out around the corner and throwing off the covers because instead of
Letting people think that I go this way, that way, following the herd and pack
and staying on the straight and narrow.
They can see that I go my way, always,
laying down my own new track.
I don't let them think that I go this way, that way, following the herd and pack
and staying on the straight and narrow.
They can see that I go my way, always,
laying down my own new track that goes z sway.
It goes z sway. I go z sway. Yes z sway. Come z sway.
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10. |
Bolt from the Blues
03:34
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I was feeling mighty blue – didn't know what to do.
My feet were dragging on the ground—couldn't hear a happy sound.
Trapped in my own miseries, wondering why nothing could please.
Everything 'round me looked dark, missing a spark.
Electricity is coursing through my veins
Electricity—it's pulsing in my brain
Electricity is causing all this pain
Electricity—it's making me insane
It's the shock of a lifetime seeing you, the shock of a life, ooh ooh
The jolt of a moment charging through
No warning at all
Just a bolt from the blues.
I don't have to see you to feel you looking at me;
There's a power between us that travels free.
The current that flows without a wire or line,
making its way up and down my spine.
Electricity is coursing through my veins
Electricity—it's pulsing in my brain
Electricity is causing all this pain
Electricity—it's making me insane
It's the shock of a lifetime seeing you, the shock of a life, ooh ooh
The jolt of a moment charging through, no warning at all
The shock of a lifetime seeing you, the shock of a life, ooh ooh ooh
The jolt of a moment charging through, no warning at all
Yes the shock of a lifetime seeing you, the shock of a life, ooh ooh
The jolt of a moment charging through, no warning at all
Just a bolt from the blues.
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Present Tense
03:35
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I see the leaves, and they're changing colors.
I think that maybe I'll change mine too.
The fall is slipping, it slides towards winter.
I feel the time's come for something new.
I saw an angel preserved in snowflakes.
I saw an angel perched on a tree.
One fleeting season that promised nothing,
A brief encounter as strong as tea.
And I know that we don't really know where we're going.
And I think about things that I don't want to think about.
Close my eyes—I can hear where the future is heading.
But I open them up and it's now. It's the present tense.
Some people squawk, and they flock like seagulls
to tear at a reputation's thread.
They pull it one way and then another
'cause everyone's now a talking head.
And I know that we don't really know where we're going.
And I think about things that I don't want to think about.
Close my eyes—I can hear where the future is heading.
But I open them up and it's now. It's the present tense.
Wiser hearts, more feeling brains might just keep it all from going down the drain.
There's lots of talk but no conversation.
Most people don't seem to hear a thing.
So they get louder and keep repeating.
I guess out loud still beats whispering.
And I know that we don't really know where we're going.
And I think about things that I don't want to think about.
Close my eyes—I can hear where the future is heading.
But I open them up and it's now. It's the present tense.
Yes I open them up and it's now in the present tense.
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