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Million Dollars
04:11
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If I had a spare million dollars,
I'd go up to the mountains with you
I'd buy a plot of land at the top of a holler,
build a cabin, and paint the doors blue
Yes, we'd wrap the porch all the way around
We're 20 miles north from the nearest town
If I were dirty rich, I'd lay all my money down
if it meant running away with you
Oh, and if I could cash a check in wishful thinking
I'd never, ever let our reality sink in
Troubled by daily life no more,
we head out east on Interstate 40
If I had me a time machine, I'd take us back to 503
Before the wars, before kings and queens,
roughly where North Carolina should be
And if we find we want to get with the times,
we'll fast forward to 4009
Land on a star recently colonized,
you and me on Alpha Centurai B
Oh, and if I could cash a check in wishful thinking
I'd never, ever let our reality sink in
Troubled by daily life no more,
we head out east on Interstate 40
Yet still I know that wherever we go
is irrelevant when related to
The rush I feel when I play back the reel of
memories pertaining to you
Near or far, riding in your car,
it's perfectly romantic being where you are
And no time machine or dollar bills,
no kings or queens or rolling hills
could ever fill your space in my heart
Oh, and if I could cash a check in wishful thinking
I'd never, ever let our reality sink in
Troubled by daily life no more,
we head out east on Interstate 40
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Graceful/Aimless
03:59
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She was aimless and graceful like rain in October
Falling down as the light was burning further above her
Puddles of patience, solace and sun
Streets for walking and circles to run
But I was lost witnessing her gentle divinity
Her hands were tied and prone to abuse
My love was honest my promises loose
And so they grew fewer and farther between
Streamlined and vacant, through static conceived
But her smile is tidal, oh her silence is free
Shadows and horoscopes, letters and lies
When a heart's desire is a dream's demise
It could be so easy, it could not be at all
Be here to love me, the order is tall
Would a lesser-tried woman relate to these insanities?
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Seven Devils
04:30
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Down in Seven Devils every night I dream
of a black Cadillac running over me
Between the warm glow of the red tail lights,
the numbers disappear into the inky night
Every time just the same,
leaving me lonely again
West of the Watauga, nestled in the pines,
we lived tucked away -- my family and I
Times were simple, we were happy and poor
Then came the talk of a world at war
Uncle Sam found a new way to be God,
He clear cut the land with an atomic plot
A smoking altar made of towers three,
mixing with the mist above the cedar trees
There the men I loved and lost
turning red by nuclear frost
Made their way down to their defeat
inside a lunchpail of radioactivity
Down in Seven Devils every night I dream
of a black Cadillac running over me
Between the warm glow of the red tail lights,
the numbers disappear into the inky night
Every time just the same,
leaving me lonely again
The first day with his daddy at the factory
He smiled all through breakfast,
but I couldn't speak
Call it intuition or a motherly fear,
but the Cadillac's engine kept burning my ears
Great ones fall at the expense of the meek,
capital loss for the power they seek
The mighty and the blind, a kid with a gun
From atom unto Adam flew too close to the sun
Last day going down, didn't know it would be
Until a fire started at the base of tower three
It was the 3rd of June in '58,
the same as the numbers on the license plate
Down in Seven Devils every night I dream
of a black Cadillac running over me
Between the warm glow of the red tail lights,
the numbers disappear into the inky night
Every time just the same,
leaving me lonely again
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4. |
500 Miles
04:12
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If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Lord, I'm one, lord I'm two, lord I'm three, lord I'm four
Lord I'm five hundred miles from my home
Five hundred miles, five hundred miles, five hundred miles, five hundred miles
Lord, I'm five hundred miles from my home
Got no shirt on my back, not a penny to my name
Lord, I can't go back home this-away
This-away, this-away, this-away, this-away
Lord, I can't go back home this-away
If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles,
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
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Presently
02:56
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Presently, it's everything to hear you sing so pleasantly
It's everything inside of me I've never seen
It's what it means to feel you dreaming next to me
Seamlessly, I'm woven in your tapestry of memory
Your golden heart's on fire but it ain't burning me
A love I hope to last beyond the turning leaves
In your eyes, is where I hide when I begin to lose my sight
I'm bathing in an iris of refracted light
I'm taken back to how we used to be so shy
To when we leaned for love above a sleepless night
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Melanie A. Davis Murray, Kentucky
Singer-songwriter from western Kentucky. I sing about me, you, us, and the wild weird world we're currently living in.
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