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Box Car Ladies
03:09
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Box car says call me if you need me
I’m gonna live alone
Rock star drinking lonely in the evening
I guess we’ll never know
Why she jumped from this train again
She’s a weak link in this chain of friends
Laying low in the box car reading
Motivational poems
Skin-dippin with the box car ladies
Rhyme-trippin all wet
Down to their wise old bones
Don’t try to text on the cell phone
Them box car ladies ain’t home
Consider this
Lifetime passes for a thrill ride
We’re liberated
Rose-tint glasses for to see right
Take your shoes off ladies
We gon be kissin without strings
Holed up in a box car
Cut off from everything
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A Cup of Wine
04:34
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Dancing flames, surrounded by stones of gray
In hissing tongues of fire demand their way
Silent stones sit still, as if to say
Patience please, the time will come to play
Wise men they say
To leave no stone unturned
You can’t expect to play with fire
And remain unburned
Two eyes are quiet as stones
Two lips are red desire
So ruby red and rich, this cup of wine
Upon these lips and too upon this tongue
It warms the heart and yes it whets the mind
Oh hear the sweetest sound of songs unsung
Wise men they say
To leave no stone unturned
But don’t expect to play with fire
And remain unburned
Two eyes gray-stoned with wine
Two tongues are flames of fire
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Outside my living room
I see men at work and flowers blooming
Building up and tearing down
Tire tracks with trash around them
Eight months passed and money’s spent
Wondering where the flowers went
And when you gonna make your move
And start moving in
Meanwhile I been building chords
Using picks and strings as nails and boards
Wondering just how cold I would have been
If I’d never learned
Walls protect and fires burn
But nothing warms you like a song
A song is a house you live in
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4. |
Wise As Weeds
02:16
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Sun-kissed in a field
Weeds arise in a song
And the voice of each trespassing tree
Leaves a note, whether right or wrong
In a bittersweet harmony
Weak alone but together they’re strong
Where both fallen and upright belong
Both belong
We’re all weeds crying dark-skied in spells
Standing upright and deaf to ourselves
Gathered storms are the cue to make amends
If we’re ever to be sun-kissed again
Get along
Get wise
At least as wise as weeds
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Last Chance Area
02:41
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Lying alone, away, awoken
On a bed of nails, broken
Sleep sneaking into eyes
Of lowly kin unchosen
Trashed treasure blows blue skies
Wide open
Last plea, last words
Last big hurrah
The least we owe ya
Last time to let loose
Last chance to win the world over
To win the world
It’s the least we owe
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Kevin Healey New Hampshire
singer-songwriter and professor of media studies based in the New Hampshire seacoast region.
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