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Back in 99
03:40
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Just as things were fallin’ apart, we were talkin’ on the telephone
The last time that heard your voice it was twenty long years ago
Apparently, you confessed to me some desires and some fears
On paper in a shoebox, in my closet all these years
Back in ninety-nine, you told me you loved me
On a handwritten letter with pencil-and-paper
With an eraser, you changed things that you rethought
Back in ninety-nine, back in ninety-nine
Now the whole world’s changed but my heart’s still the same somehow
All these years I’ve failed so much, it makes me wonder why I’ve even tried
Now happiness is optional, ‘cause time ain’t my side
I gave up before I thought that somebody else could appear
Like you who wrote me all the things, I’ve always wanted to hear
Back in ninety-nine, Back in ninety-you told me love me, on a handwritten letter to me
Back in ninety-nine, back in ninety-nine
Now the whole world’s changed but my heart’s still the same somehow
Back in ninety-nine, you told me you loved me
On a handwritten letter to me
Back in ninety-nine
Back in ninety-nine
Now the whole world’s changed but my heart’s still the same somehow
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2. |
Come Around
04:12
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You’re so guarded that I can’t tell what you’re thinkin’ about
Even though our harmonies are sweeter than a lover’s shout
I’m sure you’ve always suspected how I feel
And I know that doesn’t mean that it’s meant to be real
So I won’t, I won’t wait for you, (I won’t … I won’t wait for you)
There’s so much more I’d rather do, then wait for you to come around
I see in your eyes a melody ringin’ true
Singin’ by your side is like what I was born to do
Yes, I’m so sure that you’ve suspected how I feel
But I know, that doesn’t mean that it’s meant to be real (no it’s not)
So I can’t, I can’t wait no more (I won’t, I won’t wait)
There’s so much more that I’d rather do, then wait for you to come around
Wait for you to come around …
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3. |
Josie
04:08
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Oh tonight, your eyes are silent with your head upon my knee
Like before, in the softest gesture are things, still enclosing me
When you leave, as I kiss you goodnight, who knows what the morning will bring?
Just take your time as slowly as, as slowly as you need
Oh Josie, you're not the last one
For sure, you're not the first girl in the world with these questions at hand
But questions oughta make us try a little harder
Even if in the end we're meant not to be
You're the kind of girl, I never thought, would ever wanna come around here
After all you still haven't found the remedy for all your worries and fears
Take your time, take it slowly, take it slowly as you need
There's still time left the find the man, that you ain’t found in me
Oh Josie, you're not the last one
For sure, you're not the first girl in the world with these questions at hand
But questions oughta make us try a little harder
Even if in the end we're meant not to be
Even if, you think you've made up your mind and it's the end
You may find, that there's something left to salvage deep inside instead
Take your time, take it slowly, take it slowly as you need
So fragile are the softest notions of fairy tales that we breath
Oh Josie, you're not the last one
For sure, you're not the first girl in the world with these questions at hand
But questions oughta make us try a little harder even, even ...
Even if we're meant not to be
Oh you're not the last one
For sure you're not the first
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4. |
Back to Sleep
03:56
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I’m a barefoot beggar on Muhammed’s doorstep, with a conscience fadin’ into the ether
Like a band of prophets on a magic carpet, oh that would steal away at the blast of a trumpet
I could blame it on the weather, when I crashed into the sea, oh the tides for sure that’ll rock me eternally
Rock me back to sleep my love, ‘cause that’s the way that it aughta be
Back to sleep my love, it may not be fate, it might not be destiny
Oh I know, it’s too late to tell you, I know that you’re too far gone
To rock me back to sleep, back to sleep, my honey don’t you know
Your resume says you’ve done the whole world’s savin’
With your downtown wine and cheese and your Tango dancin’
If your life were a week, you’d make plans on a Friday
Just like I met you dozin’ off on the subway
If the nature of things could have its way, it would multiply my greed
Into the softest verse of velvet that any man could ever breath
Back to sleep my love, ‘cause that’s the way that it aughta be
Back to sleep my love, it may not be fate, it might not be destiny
Oh my words they may seem empty, they filled you up you know
To rock me back to sleep, back to sleep, my honey don’t you know
Whether a pauper, or prince without a Queen, I thought I’d fit the moment this time
But I’m still a court jester that’s only guaranteed, the same old tale with the same old ending to tell
Though my words they may seem empty, they filled you up you know
So rock me back to sleep, back to sleep, my honey don’t you know
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5. |
Sometimes a Woman
03:29
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You might have been scared, maybe not from those moments you were kissin’ me
Well that’s the way that it ought to be for any lonesome heart
You might have been wise, maybe not, but does wisdom have to do with it
It doesn’t cure any part of bein, bein’ a lonesome heart
The stars may not have been in your eyes that night, but sometimes stars are hard to see
And sunken cheekbones in the candlelight ain’t a message from some weary soul to make me understand that sometimes a woman just does all she can
You might’ve been tired or maybe not, from those moments that were keepin’ you
From feelin’ things whether false or true like any lonesome heart
The stars may not have been in your eyes that night, but sometimes stars are hard to see
And sunken cheekbones in the candlelight ain’t a message from some weary soul to make me understand that sometimes a woman just does all she can
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6. |
Sisters
03:28
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I saw you stumbling' through the door, cold and wet in the pouring rain
I covered you in a blanket, put a cup in your hand
You went to bed and you closed your eyes
That's when I knew that the time was near
I saved my people that night just like I had planned
They wrote a song about me, but one thing they got wrong
I knew how to save the world all along
Sisters do what you gotta do, what you gotta do what you gotta do
Sisters do what you gotta do, yeah
Sisters do what you gotta do, what you gotta do what you gotta do
Sisters do what you gotta do, yeah, yeah, yeah
You're so much more than a pretty face, you got em' eatin from the palm of your hand
You got the smarts and the hearts to bring em' all down
You got the goods and you got the grace, fire-filled with a match in hand
Burn the night with your light and spread it around and around
They wrote a song about me, and one thing that rings true
If I could do this, you could do it too
Sisters do what you gotta do, what you gotta do what you gotta do
Sisters do what you gotta do, yeah
Sisters do what you gotta do, what you gotta do what you gotta do
Sisters do what you gotta do, yeah, yeah, yeah
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7. |
Couple of Reasons
03:16
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Down on the corner in the streetlamp light
You’re a city girl who’s the worryin’ kind
With your rosy cheeks and a florescent hue
And another reason to think about you
So then we’ll talk about this and we’ll talk about that as if we’d always been
Lovers from a long time ago
I was discoverin’ you an afternoon with a smile so big, like Carolina skies so blue
And another reason to think about you
Up on the roof all alone at night, I was a weathered soul with a country mind
Then you strummed my chord and hummed my tune
It’s just another reason to think about you
So then we’ll talk about this and we’ll talk about that as if we’d always been
Lovers from a long time ago
I was discoverin’ you an afternoon with a smile so big, like Carolina skies so blue
And another reason
to think about you
think about you
think about you
think about you
Down on the corner in the street lamp light
You’re a city girl who’s the worryin’ kind
With your rosy cheeks and a florescent hue
And another reason to think about you
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8. |
The Last Song
03:34
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This is the last song that I’ll write, this is the song, this is the song
This hat is hung for good tonight, this is the song, this is the song
‘Cause I should’ve known what I meant to say, in all those things I was tellin’ you
And who needs so many melodies with their remedies that don’t come anyway?
This is the last song that I’ll write, this is the song, this is the song
I’d rather be with you tonight then work on this song, then write this song
But it’s too late, a twisted fate of my own creation’s returned to me
Now it’s just me and this melody and its remedy that never comes
I once was proud of all the places I’ve been, the windy road so long and true
To this heart, homeless and bare til it finally arrived at you
Is this the last song that I’ll write? Is this the song? Is this the song?
I’d rather be with you tonight then write this song, then write this song…
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Matthew Check New York, New York
An American roots musician whose career encompasses everything from Emmy-nominated bluegrass bands to critically-acclaimed solo albums, Matthew Check has never been afraid to mine his personal life — including the vices, victories, loves, and losses of a man who's spent much of his adulthood in a creative whirl — for musical inspiration. ... more
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