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Couple of Reasons
03:10
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own 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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Lovely to have met you
03:33
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So, I know I’ve felt like this before, I didn’t want it anymore, I didn’t wanna care
Thoughts of my loaded emptiness, my antiquated tenderness that I don’t wanna share
I might take it from you and your attitude, until the bitterest end of my nerves
And that lyrical touch, doesn’t mean that much
The sawdust of her melodies have all but blown away
And that’s why you will find me on any given night, drinkin’ on the east end of town
If growin’ old means learnin’ how to learn to love again
Then I don’t wanna be that man, with a blessing and a curse
It’s lovely to have met you but it hurts
So, you’ve done this little dance before, you’re tired of the metaphore to say the least
Thoughts, what are they even good for? The ones you know you’ve had before, the ones you can’t share no more.
The sand and the sea by the coastline, the seagulls and the breakers ease my worry mind
Though I may long for a sailor’s song, takin’ me far away from city streets
You’ll still be sure to find me on any given night, drinkin’ on the east end of town
If growin’ old means learning how to learn to love again
Then I don’t wanna be that man, with a blessing and a curse
It’s lovely to have met you but it hurts
It’s lovely to have met you but it hurts
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3. |
Further and Further
03:43
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I’m that nighttime tear that brings the morning dew, in the quietest hour meant to be with you
That lingering notion is dying to fade away, and it will in here until the break of the day
Like a lightning’s descent in the setting of the sun, and a thunder’s lament in a war he should have won
That lingering notion, is dying to fade away, and it will in here until the break of day
So you think of everything that you’ve ever wanted in holding someone tight, considerin’ all of those moments that you spend together
Ain’t it funny when you’re finding it easy in another’s arms at night, another night that longs til the break of the day, another night that furthers you away
I’m a tyrant’s descent whose false hope drove him made, since I’ve gotten what I want though I can’t want what I have
That fascination, it needs a place to stay, so it will, in here til the break of the day
So you think of everything that you’ve ever wanted in holding someone tight
Considering all of those moments that you spent together
Ain’t it funny when you’re finding it easy in another’s arms at night, another night that longs til the break of the day, another night that furthers you away
It should be such a natural feeling to be lovin’ you tonight
Considerin’ all of those moments that we’ve spent together
Ain’t it funny when you’re finding it easy in another’s arms at night, another night that longs for the break of the day, another night that furthers you away
Another night that furthers you away
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4. |
On my mind
04:13
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Your bedroom was a shoebox when I met you, in some old tired room for rent downtown
Two footprints on the wall one Sunday morning, when we couldn’t get our feet upon the ground
Then by chance we made it to the kitchen, the kettle on the stove by half past twelve
The whistle might as well have been a freight train, of emptiness and sorrow leavin’ town
And it doesn’t really matter, that’s for sure, ‘cause it’s gone by now and I know that there’ll be
More than a poet’s reason for losin’ a tired rhyme, mistaking it for something more divine
Then you who always knows what’s on my mind
The song played on the stereo reminds us, the moment first that we danced cheek to cheek
In some old lonely dancing room in Chelsea, with people thinkin’ they’ve got this world beat
On Sunday nights when this old town gets lonely, we’ve still got wine and pizza down the street
We might as well just hold each other gently, then deal with everything that’s underneath
I wish it didn’t feel like the devil’s due every time that you leave after passin’ through
‘Cause by now you should have noticed that I’m takin’ you in stride and wondering if there’s something more divine than you who always knows what’s on my mind
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5. |
Josie Revisited
03:45
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On that final night that her eyes were silent and her head upon my knee
Like before and after were softer gestures were things still enclosing me
Then she left and when I kissed her goodnight, I knew what the future would bring
In takin’ time as slowly as a person often needs
Oh Josie she’s not the last one, for sure she’s not the first girl in my world with those questions at hand, the one’s that sometimes make us try a little harder
She was that kind of girl that I never expected to wanna come around here
She was lookin’ for remedies in melodies of all those worries and fears
By taking time, going slowly, as slowly as one needs
In entertainin’ the notion that she’d find it all in me
Oh Josie she’s not the last one, for sure she’s not the first girl in my world with those questions at hand, the one’s that sometimes make us try a little harder
Now some years have gone and so have all the pipedreams of the last chance
And I finally know and she knows it also that life is not some Tango dance
By taking time and goin’ slowly, as slowly as one needs
So fragile are the softer notions of fairy tales that we all breath
Oh Josie she’s not the last one, for sure she’s not the first girl in my world with those questions at hand, the one’s that sometimes make us try a little harder
Josie she’s not the last one, for sure she’s not the first
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6. |
Sometimes a woman
03:18
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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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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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