1. |
Man Walks Into A Bar
03:48
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MAN WALKS INTO A BAR
Man at 40 walks into a bar
And meets himself aged 20, maybe 21
“Do you drink here often?” the younger one said
“No, not as much as I did -
When I was twenty, when I was you
With a body built invincible and new
I used to wonder what I would do, what I’d say
If I wandered in and met myself aged forty this way”
Man at 40 walks into a bar
And meets himself aged 20, maybe 21
And he says, “God you’ve got it easy, kid”
“I knew you’d say that,” the younger one said
“But don’t you remember, when you were me
Sneaking into bars by virtue of your brother’s ID
And you would wonder what you would say, what you’d do
If you wandered in and met a forty year old you:
You'd say: I hope I don’t, disappoint
I hope I won’t let you down
I hope I make you proud"
Man at 40 walks into a bar
And meets himself aged 20, almost 21
And the younger one said, “Would you care to dance?”
Man at 40 said, “I thought you’d never ask”
And the younger one says: you’re holding up better than I thought
And the older one thinks: you’re not as great as I recall
And all along, by the jukebox, looking on
And all the while, man at 60 shakes his head and smiles
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2. |
If You Say Yes
03:26
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IF YOU SAY YES
I won’t write this song
Or have violins that wail along
Or drain the mini bar
And watch 1930s films until the sun comes up
No I, I won’t be bereft
If you say yes
I won’t ruminate
Over all I did or did not say
And I won’t second guess
All the silences you slipped between the words you said
No my heart won’t, in two, be cleft
If you say yes
And well melodrama may well be my middle name
But boy well I was hoping your last name and mine will be the same
No I, I won’t forlorn be left
If you say yes
No I won’t, but I’ll be the luckiest
If you say yes
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3. |
That Thing You Do
05:07
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THAT THING YOU DO
Still darling
So quiet, my heart's calling
So light, the waves ain't shoring
And I ain't gonna let you go, should you fall
Headlights fading
As we slow dance, swaying
While the radio is playing
The stars wink at the moon - they know
They squint to see it all
And that thing you do, it can't be done
Not by anyone, no one but you... that thing you do
Get to it
That heavy coat you wore, undo it
It'd be better off if you threw it
And wherever it lands, it stays
And do you wonder
With this clear sky we're under
How stirs this storm inside us
This thunder, fire, lightning (this hurricane)
We're slow-dancing in a hurricane
And that thing you do, it can't be done
Not by anyone, no one but you...
And that thing you do, it can't be done
Not by anyone, no one but you... that thing you do
And please don't take this as sleaze
But you've the sweetest smile I've ever seen
Curled in the arc of a beautiful moonbeam...
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4. |
Do What You Will
04:44
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DO WHAT YOU WILL
Why don’t you doo wop wah doo
Do what you want, what you will
And you will doo wop wah doo
Whatever you want, and I know you will
I know that you will
No need to decide, or speed your reply
Your silhouette is suggested, the rest is implied
And it’s a thin quarter moon, in your dimly lit room
Your shape is uncertain, and I don’t dare assume
As if I could know all that he's got
Lining the walls of his heart
And on his mind
Some Friday morning just wondering about Thursday night
And all that doo wop wah doo…
Willing it, willing it, will you…
I won’t say a word of what you don’t want heard
Of what should or should not have occurred
And you’re a beautiful man, if only we were birds
We could fly over the lower east side where we met
I don’t want this to end
And I’m willing to spend, I am
I could spend the whole night lying beside what you do not want said
Do you? Doo wop wah doo…
Will you call, when you fly in?
I was only hoping to glimpse
What you had lining your heart
Some Friday morning just wondering about Thursday night
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5. |
Rough Road
03:39
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IT MAY BE A ROUGH ROAD
It may be a rough road, but it will be a fun ride
Sometimes through wild storms, sometimes seaside
But oh the scenery, oh the city lights
Oh the company – you, by my side
It may be a rough road, on a strange route
Sometimes circular, the map is way out
And the map don’t show the scenery, or the city lights
Oh the company – you by my side
And I’m hoping we don’t come undone
What if you’re looking for a fancy restaurant
And what if all we find is a truck stop
And what if all they have is chilli dogs
The menu isn’t always what you want
But I hope that it's enough
It may be a rough road,
but it will be a fun ride
Sometimes sweet and slow,
sometimes we’ll take the turns too wide
But oh the scenery, oh the city lights
Oh the company – you, by my side
And oh the greenery, and oh the stars at night
And oh the company – you, by my side
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6. |
Phone A Friend
04:30
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PHONE A FRIEND
It became clear, as clear as day
The way the air clears having rained
The way eyes see with keener sight
The way the eyes clear having cried
And what I think I've always known
It hit me like a stone thrown
To the end -
It's you I'd call should I have cause to phone a friend
And not for your knowledge of geography
Politics or pop-culture, post-83
But cause you know me better than any in this room
Better than I do
It became dark, as dark as night
Darker than Antarctica, mid-July
I’d lost all vision, every line of sight
But it’s lucky I can dial your number without needing light
Cause what I think, I’ve always known
You’ve lit me by your smile, shone
To the end
It’s you I’d call should I have cause to phone a friend
It’s me calling
And you I’d call should I have cause to phone a friend
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