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Drop Top Dollar
03:57
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Stop, Remind, Play, Pause, Pretend.
I’m making up tomorrow, and I’m re-writing in the end
Apologies if you don’t like who I became.
I’d like to think I’m the same.
Are we’re still playing this game?
And now you’re blocking me out, Can I scream and shout?
I’m calling my doubt, that I would come back,
If the fire is out.
Coming Hell or High water. Rev it up, don’t stall her.
Daughter’s got her collar. Gonna Drop Top Dollar,
Gonna Drop Top Dollar.
But it’s the thrill of such a sweet crime.
It’s another glass of red wine.
Just living in the primetime.
And if you want it bad enough, you gotta try harder.
Get chewed up, spit out a little smarter.
It’s harder and harder.
And now you’re blocking me out, Can I scream and shout?
I’m calling my doubt, that I would come back,
If the fire is out.
Coming Hell or High water. Rev it up, don’t stall her.
Daughter’s got her collar. Gonna Drop Top Dollar,
Gonna Drop Top Dollar.
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Cold November
03:10
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It’s a cold November, and I can’t see the sun.
It’s hard to remember the last time I had me some.
Autumn turns the evening, and the evening brings the pain
Summer’s so misleading, Winter and Spring all seem the same
When you’re gone, and I’m freezing now
This house is cold and the fire’s gone out, Baby now
Will this love swallow me now?
Because I just get close sometimes, I just don’t know sometimes
In the cold November night
It’s a cold November, its colder than it was this time last year
Harder to defend when the bitter end’s disguised as fear
In line for when the time, it ends and whispers in your ear
Something about that cold November will never seem so clear
When you’re gone, can you see me now
You picked me up and then you let me down, I hit the ground
Will this love swallow me now?
Because I just get slow sometimes, I just get close sometimes,
I just get low sometimes, I just don’t sometimes,
In the cold November night
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Livin' In The Weekend
03:34
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Well I’ve been, livin’ in the weekend
I’ve been lookin’ for a best friend
Who hasn’t shown her face just yet
And I know, from my head on down to my toes
That nose goes, slow you blow
So I’m livin in the moment
And I find, that when I’m wading in the high tide
Yeah when I’m fading like an alibi
The current is gonna pull me the way
And I see, bottomless empathy
The things you think you want and need
Ain’t gonna get you nowhere fast
And I’ve been, livin’ in the weekend
Seeking what I ain’t reaching
I’ll get there eventually
And I feel, that if I just stand still,
I could stand fear
Monday will come just when I please
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Reimagine Life
02:47
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Waking up tomorrow, with a warm wind in my hair
Probability for positivity, there’s something in the air
I’m mystified by the notion, and I cannot help but stare,
When all I see is bound to be sold for the largest share
When the way that we’ve been living’s just a way to pass the time
And the doubts that we keep giving, are harder to surmise
When the caveat is jaded, and you need a guiding light,
Hold on to the one thing you love, and Re-Imagine Life
There’s a ruckus down in the basement, but on the surface they stay quiet
Premature tombs and hospital rooms, being sold in cold plain sight
Are you proving the best with what you’re doing? I should know cause I tried
Critique the brass through the looking glass, and try to expand your mind
When the way that we’ve been living’s just a way to pass the time
And the doubts that we keep giving, are harder to surmise
When the colors are all shaded, and you need a guiding light,
Hold on to the one thing you love, and Re-Imagine Life
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Doctor's Daughter
02:37
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The Doctor’s Daughter’s got a cold tomorrow
Bent and broken in her future sorrow
Where the pain still lingers and she grows hollow again
And the Doctor’s Daughter has got a mean demeanor
The cold of Boston brought on a burning fever
Lonesome, listen please, but I’m that much meaner
And the Doctor’s Daughter can’t fix herself
And the Doctor’s Daughter is like no one else
I left the Doctor’s Daughter upon the shelf
And the Doctor’s Daughter’s got unfinished business
The tattoo on her wrist is the eye witness
That I’ve been gone too long to ask for forgiveness
And the Doctor’s Daughter’s love runs cleaner
Baffled how it slipped through my fingers
I can’t regret the things that I didn’t mean to do
And the Doctor’s Daughter’s gotta love herself
The Doctor’s Daughter’s not gonna love no one else
I can’t believe I left the Doctor’s Daughter on the shelf
BREAKDOWN
The Doctor’s Daughter’s got a cold tomorrow
Bent and broken in her future sorrow
Where the pain still lingers and she grows hollow again
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Midnight Came
04:55
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Midnight came and brought more rain
Can’t complain they claim we need the rain over fame
‘Cause Alfred Hitchcock is calling it insane
To frame the same shot in vein all over again
Soothed in silence, this pile up is holding it down
Rock the upside down frown for now
And map the path down Telegraph,
Before the wrath of days gone past
Can grow like grass, come back to kick and sass your ass
Midnight came and brought more rain
It left a stain, then dwindled down the drain
And the loss’s gain shall shave the pain from pure disdain
So change the game that’s name has left you shamed in blame
Soothed in silence, this pile up is holding it down
Rock the upside down frown for now
And map the path down Telegraph, before the wrath of days gone past
Can grow like grass, come back to kick and sass your ass
So I'll walk myself through the distance,
Lay my head in resistance,
Watch it all float away
And I can't say where I'll stand tomorrow
Head high I'll wade through the rubble
Time don't ever tick my way
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7. |
Avenue 21
02:23
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Wondering
02:47
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She made her mind up quick, she ripped the chord,
Flipped the switch now all aboard
The train that’s moving on and free,
Through the mountains, along the sea.
I wonder where she’ll wander next,
If it’ll bring her joy or leave her perplexed.
I ain’t one to ever wanna make a mess,
But I wanna know what she regrets.
I’ve been getting by, without you by my side,
Here you go again fucking with my pride
I’m tired of being filed the man,
That you love but can’t let yourself and,
Another sliver of a moon type night,
Makes a mother quiver at the thought and sight
Of all the time spent out of mind, above the ground and below the sky.
And if there’s an end and I make it there,
With no more pretend and no more despair
Maybe it’ll be something that we can share,
Not contemplate nor compare.
I’ve been thinking, stumbling, wonderin’, while you’ve done your dealin darlin’
I’m giving up but not for nothin’, because you don’t want me around.
And I don’t know, but I’ve been told, you don’t grow young and you don’t get old
And I’m waiting on songs of old to put me back, back on track.
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Until It's Gone
03:51
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I loved a girl a little too much for way too long.
Addicted to her touch, and she took all my favorite songs,
And as long as I’m trying to find my way home,
I’ll think of her and how she done me wrong.
You don’t know what you got until it’s gone
I made my way from the Bay down to LA.
It wasn’t easy, but I did it gracefully.
With a couple broken hearts along the way,
Now I can see, I’m nothing more than me.
You might find me on the streets of New Orleans
Guitar in my hands and a pocket of broken dreams
But don’t you tell your sob story to me,
About the way it was supposed to be,
I loved you girl, did you ever really love me
I loved a girl a little too much for way too long.
Addicted to her touch, and she took all my favorite songs,
And as long as I’m trying to find my way home,
I’ll think of her and how she done me wrong.
You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.
You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.
You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.
You don’t know what you got until it’s gone.
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Frankie Bourne Sonoma, California
Prolific singer-songwriter and indie darling Frankie Bourne is a recording artist and performing artist from the San Francisco Bay Area known for his rootsy songwriting and melodic harmonica playing. Rooted in classic rock and California Soul, his music blends the tones of Americana with the DIY spirit of indie rock to produce an alternative sound that is as authentic as it is familiar. ... more
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