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Long Dream
02:51
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Long Dream
I can take her on her own
Listen for the nearness of her changing
If she changes
Looking for some kind of war
Clarity and silence in their rarest forms
But only half-free
Get away to the city
Get away with history that fades
The way I want
I want it where I hide
And i’m in it for the long dream
And the sun and the small trees
Yea I could take the freedom, I could take the power, I could
Stomach loneliness and turning
Away from my friends
Looking for some kind of home
Purity and license in the moments
That I could feel them
Get away to the city
Get away with history that fades
The way I want
I want it where I hide
And i’m in it for the long dream
And the sun and the small trees
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2. |
Believer Outta Me
04:01
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Believer Outta Me
I would keep my head down
Walk awhile with you
If you heard your conqueror coming
I would share it with you
I held my hands to the fire
Held my stare to the front door
I asked to receive Him as He came
I held my arms to the sea
On the beach highway, man
I’m a believer
I’ll believe it as long as He takes me
Long as He takes me back
I’ll believe it as long as He takes me
Long as He takes me back
I wanna keep my head down
Try to walk through the changing days
If i heard my conqueror coming
I would learn to be plain
If He powered you some
Will He learn my name
Will He watch me fade away?
If I promise to stay?
I’ll hold my hands to the fire
Hold my stare to the front door
I’ll ask to receive him as he comes
I’ll hold my arms to the sea
On the beach highway, man
I’m a believer
I’ll believe it as long as He takes me
Long as He takes me back
I’ll believe it as long as He takes me
Long as He takes me back
And I’ll know if it’s right
When He calls to let it ride
I’ll believe it as long as He takes me
Long as He takes me back
I’ll believe it as long as He takes me
Long as He takes me back
And I’ll know if it’s right
When He calls to let it ride
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3. |
I'll Drive
05:10
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I’ll Drive
Yes I’ll drive
The roads been good to me
When I fly by
The rhythm comes to me
And I wonder
Am I free to make it mine?
Am I blind to its reason?
Yes I’ll drive
But can you hold my hand?
Your cigarette hand
Conducts its quiet storm
In my daydream
When we swim,
Do we swim to rebuild?
Rebuild from the bottom…
Fighting, fighting
All the way
Til my heart’s weak, mind strong
All the way
To the height of the day
When the sun does rise
Baby, I’ll drive
Yea I’ll fly by
Why don’t you give a little, give a little
Oh let me take a little from ya baby
Why don’t you give a little, give a little
And when the sun does rise, I’ll drive
Fighting, fighting
All the way
Til my heart’s weak, mind strong
All the way
To the height of the day
When the sun does rise
Baby, I’m
Fighting, fighting
All the way
Til my heart’s weak, mind strong
All the way
To the height of the day
When the sun does rise
Baby, I’m
Fighting, fighting
All the way
Til my heart’s weak, mind strong
All the way
To the height of the day
When the sun does rise
Baby, I’m
Fighting, fighting
All the way
Til my heart’s weak, mind strong
All the way
To the height of the day
When the sun does rise
Baby, I’ll drive
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4. |
Whisper Wildwood
04:19
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Whisper Wildwood
Let me know you’re easy
Then I’ll call ya from a mile away
From your back door
You’re my still-born eagle
For thirty dollars you’ll be hollerin’ my name
From your room
All my friends down on Diamond Beach
Whips and one-eyed women stoned
And it’s all right
If the scene’s heavy
Maybe it’ll slow you down
Riptide’s got the beat we can touch
Prayin’ it don’t knock
Prayin’ it don’t knock me down
Let me take my meal here
Then I’ll whisper “Wildwood,” and then you can
Circle them tires
You’re spittin’ on the fender
For eighty dollars we’ll get up
And then we’ll crawl over them dunes
All my friends down on Diamond Beach
Whips and one-eyed women stoned
And it’s all right
If the scene’s heavy
Maybe it’ll slow you down
Riptide’s got the beat we can touch
Prayin’ it don’t knock
Prayin’ it dont knock me down
All my friends down on Diamond Beach
Whips and one-eyed women stoned
And it’s all right
If the scene’s heavy
Maybe it’ll slow you down
Riptide’s got the beat we can touch
Prayin’ it don’t knock me down
Sunrise
If it don’t shake me
Maybe it’ll slow you down
Riptides pull the dreams from our guts
Prayin’ it don’t knock
Prayin’ it don’t knock me down
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No Delays (for Josephine)
High truth has known no equal
Outside this darkened door
Love has given me life
And all now that remains is this dappled sea
Loose and uncreative it’s a part of me
It breathes in one time and I breathe it out
No delays
by my account
Don’t hold on so tight
Knee-worn, knee-worn behind the light
How little it takes to say more
With the calmness of the waves breaking on the beach
Tireless and plain they’re a part of me
Late moonlight on the boards, feel the church bells ring
Comin home
Like they’re comin home to me
And it’s kinda like
I’m steppin out in old New York
Kinda like
Screamin my lover’s name and he runs to the call
Kinda like
Knowin that my will won’t break
No delays
Or words caught by the wind
And it’s kinda like
I’m steppin out in old New York
Kinda like
Screamin my lover’s name and he runs to the call
Kinda like
Knowin that my will won’t break
No delays
Or words caught by the wind
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6. |
Rented Rooms
04:12
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Rented Rooms
Freakin’, freakin’
Yea I’m faded
The time will come
Kissin them walls
And my friends don’t mind
God gave the secrets
And he left them in rented rooms
All my friends watch me take her down
Halfway to madness
Into my arms
Ain’t it easy
To rely on
Someone else to filter the pain
Somewhere I can shake free the shame
It was many years ago
Had I been stronger I would’ve seen
The mineral facts, the material joys
The handshake cash that every truth employs
I ain’t no cheap bunco, but I fleeced a few
In the beginning
In the incredible light
I been workin, workin
Yea, I’m hungry!
I take down four lines
Forty eyes in the back of your head
And I always go in wild, wild
All my friends watch me take her down
Halfway to madness, into my arms
Ain’t it easy
To rely on
Someone else to filter the pain
Somewhere I can shake free the shame
It was many years ago
Had I been stronger I would’ve seen
The mineral facts, the material joys
The handshake cash that every truth employs
I ain’t no cheap bunco, but I fleeced a few
In the beginning
No I, I ain’t no rebel
I just know what it takes
No I, I ain’t no rebel
I just know what it takes
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7. |
Red Clouds
04:48
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Your lips against the glass
I’m finding ways to write about it when you’re gone
And it takes a lot
But I believe in myself
But am I still slow?
Have I already won?
If you go get restless in deep France
Will you call me a coward again?
I come home to love
I come home with $100
But I can’t wait for a laugh
I can’t wait for the good times
In a way I could say
Things I wanna hear
I catch you lyin like that
With the grip of a boy made King
It’s the knowing
It’s the waiting
I left you at the church
I left you waiting on a gypsy cab
Shining in the night
Who could you tell?
DId you run to the sea?
Did something happen?
If it did, I’m not far away
I could whisper into your ears from here
I come home to lights
Looks like a fire in the kitchen
But I can’t be sure of much
Today I watched an old dog die
I couldn’t find my hat
Yes, I stole one from a friend
Yes, the rain followed me home
Like watchful eyes beneath a garden
Of red clouds
In a way I could say
Things to back you up
I catch you lyin like that
With the grip of a boy made King
It’s the knowing
It’s the waiting
It’s the knowing
It’s the waiting
It’s the knowing
It’s the waiting
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8. |
Lamplight Motel
02:40
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Lamplight Motel
I look out at the sun
I’m wasting light
I’m now beyond getting hurt
Blue lines and cold tile
And you’ll make it alone, Candy girl
You’re a workhorse for this world
Dream of the Lamplight sign in the window carrying you
And it’d be wrong to return
Breathing beside you
No, no, no
I look out at ten guards
Keepin a casual peace
In their sworn glory
Every man needs a way out, a way out
And you’ll make it real, won’t you in the right places
Laugh it off if it gets too painful
Dream of the Lamplight sign in the window carrying you
And it’d be wrong to return
Ooh, no no no no no
I look out at the sun
I’m wasting light
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HESS New York, New York
HESS (of NYC rock & roll powerhouse Mail the Horse) was born in the same town as Springsteen, Long Branch, NJ, and with Lamplight Motel, has crafted a fully-realized portrait of life and death on the New Jersey coast—equally beautiful, seedy, and forlorn—all built upon dreamy layers of warm, vintage synthesizers, punchy electronic percussion and soulful, R&B-inspired vocals. ... more
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