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When You Gonna Tell Me
04:28
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I see you there with your dark brown eyes
Ignoring everything that I that I try to do
To impress you
I could pout my lips
I could tip my hat
I could pout my lips, I could tip my hat
Call your name, but you won’t look back at me
You keep walking away
No matter what I say
I could tell you a joke to make you smile
Whisper in your ear just for a while
If you want me to…If you want me to, If you want me to
Maybe you know or maybe you don’t
When you gonna tell me what I want to know
When you gonna tell me yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah…Yeah, yeah, yeah
You probably think that it’s all just a game
You probably don’t even know my name now do you
Do you?
Promise me honey you won’t pull my chain
Don’t want no thunder don’t want no rain
Promise me…promise me…I said, promise me…promise me
Maybe you know or maybe you don’t
When you gonna tell me what I want to know
When you gonna tell me yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah…Yeah, yeah, yeah
You probably think that it’s all just a game
You probably don’t even know my name now do you
Do you?
You’re just a goldfish flopping on the floorboards
I’m this tom-cat lying in the corner
I’m gonna bat at you once
I’m gonna bat at you twice
I’m gonna bat you once, bat you twice
Lick my lips, it’s oh so nice
You’re just a GOLDFISH flopping on the floorboards
You’re just a GOLDFISH flopping on the floorboards
You’re just a GOLDFISH flopping on the floorboards
My heart goes…
I could tell you a joke to make you smile
Whisper in your ear just for a while
If you want me to…If you want me to, If you want me to
Maybe you know or maybe you don’t
When you gonna tell me what I want to know
When you gonna tell me yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah…Yeah, yeah, yeah
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I hear her talking in her sleep
With no one but myself and the darkness there to keep
All her secrets safely hid
And when we’re tangled up as one
With nothing but the morning sun there knowing what we’ve done
And all those crazy things we ever did
We’re still swimming in the river
Going with the flow
Wherever this river’s leading we’re going to go, go, go
We’re still swimming in the river
She says I want to hold you tight
And if you wouldn’t mind I just might hold you through the night
And make it worth your while you’ll see…You know what I mean
Sometimes we stumble through this life
Falling down like autumn leaves just floating right out of the sky
And landing at our feet to lie
We’re still swimming in the river
Going with the flow
Wherever this river’s leading we’re going to go, go, go
We’re still swimming in the river
I hear her talking in her sleep
With no one but myself and the darkness there to keep
All her secrets safely hid
We’re still swimming in the river
Hoping we don’t drown
And where the current takes us we’ll be down
We’re still swimming in the river
We’re still swimming in the river
Going with the flow
Wherever this river’s leading we’re going to go, go, go
We’re still swimming in the river
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Time
02:33
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Time…time, time, time
Keeps ticking ‘round your face most all the time
It don’t matter if you cry
You can’t stop it if you try
‘Cause time, time, time keeps ticking by…by…by
And a day will soon arrive to say goodbye
So say your prayers for me
And then turn around and leave
‘Cause time, time, time keeps ticking by
You can spend all your days asking why
Or waste all your nighttimes while you cry
But nothing’s going to change or rearrange the facts
So don’t waste all your days looking back
Don’t waste all your time just looking back
Time…time, time, time
Keeps slipping through our fingers all the time
It don’t matter what we say
We can’t stop it any way
‘Cause time, time, time keeps ticking by each passing day
So say your prayers my dear
And look into the mirror
And wipe away your tears
And then simply disappear
‘Cause time, time, time won’t ever wait
Time, time, time don’t ever wait
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Swing
04:28
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Copper colored buckles on her shoes
American flag…red, white, and blue
High school marching band
Cheerleaders…batons in hand
Mexican kids lighting fireworks at the zoo
Ooo she’s so pretty
Getting high down by the jetty
You watch her twirl, you hear her sing
Ooo rushing down the slide
4th of July in the blink of an eye
You say, “Please, please you’ve got to push me
One more time on the swing.”
Saturday night watching TV
Black Russian propped up on your knee
Bikini clad, round card hoist
Strut and smile, lip gloss moist
The bell rings and hell’s fury busts out free
Ooo it all seems fab
Blood and sweat, dance and jab
You watch and flinch as if you’re in the ring
Ooo guilty pleasure
Put another Benny on red’s your wager please
You say, “Please, please you’ve got to let me
Watch just one more swing.”
The room is dim, tinkling glasses and smoke
People in the corner are laughing at a joke
The band kicks in, buzz and beat
People stop talking and tap their feet
You take another drink from your rum and Coke
Ooo you hear a clarinet
Dancing like a fumed up mariontte
The jungle beat is thumping with a zing
Ooo it can’t be wrong
The band is gonna play one more song
You say, “Please, please play anything you like
Just make it swing.”
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With your last cigarette butt still smoldering in the ashtray
And those teenage girls splattering across the street
After pouring out of car windows and slithering down your veins
At the fine edge of doom you’re gazing at a dagger’s steel blade
As heartbeats trickle and drip, drip, drip from your fingertips
And Marlow’s boy toys all giggle and gargle and laugh in the bathtub tiles
How ‘bout we Drive……..
Drive, drive, drive
How ‘bout we Drive……..
Let’s drive to the edge of the world
She is cuddled up just like a cat on the stairs of your downtown flat
Hiding instruments of torture and fatigue still shining
As her blue-mouthed tongue flits and tickles at a puddles of verse not spoken
Her street urchin brother still moonlights in a deviant dress
And white-eyed forest boys coax wolf fangs and splinters
From the gooey-skinned poet who’s perished in broken light just rising
Chorus
You’ve been boarding up the windows lately to block out the light
But that wood you’ve been using has buckled and warped in the spring rain
And when you call out his name there’s no answer or even a cough just floating dust
Now winter’s around the corner and there’s a draft that’s been living in your bones
The coffee gets blacker and cigarettes burn up the day
And the silence stretches out and just ticks away round and round then it’s gone
Chorus
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Goodnight
03:34
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Hey, hey, hey…it’s been a long, long day you see
I want to whisper in your ear my dear and make my love clear
I want to make all your dreams sweet
I want to hold you real tight and kiss you deep before you go to sleep
Goodnight
Goodnight alright
I want to wake up next you my love in the morning light
You know it’s time to say goodnight (It’s time to say…)
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight my love
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight my love
I know it’s true…Nobody feels I deserve any love from you
Well we know, they can shake their heads until they fall down dead
‘cause you and me, we know the truth
There are knots I got that ain’t yet untied but you and me, we’re good
Chorus
Ooo la, la Hold me real tight now
Ooo la, la Hold me real tight now
Ooo la, la Hold me real tight now
Ooo la, la Hold me real tight now
Goodnight
Goodnight
Goodnight Goodnight my love
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Patrick Storedahl Olympia, Washington
Singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist from Olympia. Has played guitar and keyboards with Just Plain Bill, as well as, sitting in with other local bands. He has been involved with many projects including 7 JPB albums, 11 of his own. He's now playing and writing in Alex Blum & the Roadside Quartet. ... more
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