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Put Out the Fires
04:00
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Put out the fires. Here they come.
You can’t wait out the times with no time to waste.
The cruel ones and their drastic means
To drown out the incredible lengths of the meek,
They're Itching to gain while you’re fast asleep.
But I got all my baby’s stories in a bottle of perfume she keeps by the bed.
And all my memories standing in rows, and they multiply till I can’t see the
One that came long before they invented me.
Put out the fires here we come.
You can’t wait out your lives with no life to waste.
The cool ones and their manic means
To drown out the sun, the wine, and the seas –
The islands they hop in a virtual leap.
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White the Walls
03:53
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We were smothered in debt when you set out to white the walls, baby.
With hard-candy love, you know it’s true.
But, fuck it, don’t run.
It’s hard reading minds
But you don’t want those lines
To become true.
If you had a match would you light it all up, baby.
There’s fire left in us, you know it’s true.
So, let it burn.
This house and its prize.
‘Cause you don’t want the lies
To become true.
You white the walls, babe.
Just let em burn.
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Conditions
05:32
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I was thinking about conditions, about the conditions that shape it all.
The world is warming; corruption’s thriving; and we’re all swarmed.
Who can read the news? Who can bring themselves to follow?
History’s death in the common crime?
The spirit and the word, fighting for your peace of mind.
And no one knows for sure what a life of substance is.
But, baby, all ideas need a little faith.
‘Cause oh darling I don’t know what you do.
Oh darling, darling, darling, I don’t know what you do.
‘Cause I sleep like an infant next to you.
I was drunk and without a worldview, two feet to stand on, or a punishable tale.
When bitter met sweet, in the stirring pot of all this shame.
‘Cause oh darling I don’t know what you do.
Oh darling, darling, darling, I don’t know what you do.
‘Cause I sleep like an infant next to you.
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Are These the Days?
03:56
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I watch it all a thousand times before it was.
And it pained me still to see it all unfold because I wanted you
… like you love the sun
The world painted gold, yellow gold
Are these the days we asked for?
Are these the days that come at the end?
They told me a lie took the world by surprise and turned it blue.
And there are always two evils for every good that you do
… So the story goes.
The world departs – its colors too.
Are these the days we asked for?
Are these the days that come at the end?
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You sister’s dress on, you showed up late looking pale in the heat.
And you smoked a joint so you could smile at the bride when you’d meet.
We drank too much and too early on – you couldn’t dance in those shoes.
So you slipped them off when they played your song like a dervish in disguise
And you fucked up. You let your pride set you up.
And you rose high – you never feel the way down.
You took my hand and you walked my down to the river’s darkness and its
swells.
You got your mind set, and those eyes. But it’s the prize that drives you apart.
And you fucked up. You let your mind get you up.
And you rose high – you never feel the way down.
You’re the portrait
In the eyes of all those painters
Who end up walking beneath you
But you … oh darling you …
You’ll always have yourself
And you fucked up. You let your pride set you up.
And you rose high – you never feel the way down.
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Loon Lake
05:22
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Your grandma came to you one night in the flesh;
These things we keep close to us.
But we’re all on our own in so different ways – and alike.
Like these loons that call from lake to lake.
We all got something to hide; it’s a stale state of mind.
But when it comes down to the thick and thin, man,
You don’t wanna run – with no way out.
So, I’ll love you ‘till the day I die and be your haunting …
When I’m gone.
So find your place and what to live for, now.
You still want to be amazed.
I came up so slow this time, without a sign.
Oh, these loons that call from lake to lake.
We all got something to hide; it’s a stale state of mind.
But when it comes down to the thick and thin, man,
You don’t wanna run – with no way out.
So, I’ll love you ‘till the day I die and be your haunting …
When I’m gone.
When the sadness sings, sing it for me.
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Goodbye World
03:30
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Goodbye world you are so much bigger
Underneath the stars; honey, wherever you are.
Goodbye world you so much freer …
For the taking; well, some things never change
Take me to a bridge where we’ll watch the ships roll out to sea.
Take me to the sands where the ancients found the sun.
Tell me a story about someone who sets himself free.
Give me a smile without a reason beyond its own.
Goodbye, Otis Red, you’re so much bigger…
Than the words you knew best; they don’t wanna be said.
Goodbye, Herman, you can rest now.
Your books they’re on the shelf and they don’t wanna be read.
Goodbye world you are so much bigger
Underneath the stars; honey, wherever you are.
Goodbye world you so much freer …
For the taking; well, some things never change
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The world is warming; corruption’s thriving; and we’re all swarmed.
Who can read the news? Who can bring themselves to follow?
History’s death in the common crime?
The spirit and the word, fighting for your peace of mind.
And no one knows for sure what a life of substance is.
But, baby, all ideas need a little faith.
‘Cause oh darling I don’t know what you do.
Oh darling, darling, darling, I don’t know what you do.
‘Cause I sleep like an infant next to you.
I was drunk and without a worldview, two feet to stand on, or a punishable tale.
When bitter met sweet, in the stirring pot of all this shame.
‘Cause oh darling I don’t know what you do.
Oh darling, darling, darling, I don’t know what you do.
‘Cause I sleep like an infant next to you.
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Sweet Roger Montreal, Québec
Sweet Roger is a surly blues and folk songwriter distilling Americana, grunge, and Country into his own unique sound. With deft guitar playing, crafty melodies and poignant lyrics, Roger finds relevance for folksy themes in our modern world. Listen to the new album Only You and Me (2022), a homemade recording that conveys the atmosphere of the lockdown days with raw vocals and gritty acoustics. ... more
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