1. |
Get Low
05:30
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Everything is a dream again
A dream, a velvet glove
Morning light, take me with you
Take me with you, take me home
Lucky just to find myself and follow all along
Take me with you, take me home
Take me with you, take me home
Take me up beyond the lights on crystal caravel
Floating on a cloud to call my own
Draw me near a picture, call it paradise
Take me with you, take me home
Show me how to remember why I'm breathing all night long
Whisper something sweetly,
something sacred
something's wrong
Take me home
When I'm low
Take me home, take me home
When I'm low
Take me home, take me home
Mixing whiskey in my sorrow falling backwards in this recipe I know
I'm feeling low
And only you can come and take me home
When I'm low
When I'm low
When I'm low
When I'm low
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2. |
Father Son Song
02:55
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Well I sat down at the bar and I imagined my own father
Speaking fairly through a voice that was uncannily like mine
He looked at me through my own eyes with foam stuck in our whiskers
Breathing wisdom that I knew without a sign
Knowing you may hope to be a better man than I who never wondered of your brilliance and shine
Dull and bruised we must begin to wonder in our consequences
I've got yours and you've been blessed with mine.
Another glass knocked over and the crowds are moving frantically bewildering and carried off in sound
If we linger we won't catch them, if we hurry we'll be late
So let's borrow what we can't afford and leave the rest to fate
Oh growing old may never be as simple as it sounds
But I know I'm gonna make it anyhow
Glittering respectably or withering in principle oh father, don't look down!
This time it passes quickly but I don't wonder why
I'm trying to look busy, just staring at the sky
And if I'm dizzy I've been reckless
If I'm reckless I'm a fool for thinking I could be like anyone but you.
Oh growing old may never be as simple as it sounds
But I know I'm gonna make it anyhow
Glittering respectably or withering in principle oh father, don't look down!
Oh father, don't look down!
Oh father, down't look down on me!
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Girl you can't lead this life of lingerie and credit cards
You never chose this life nor does it choose for you
Only certain kind of people think that only certain kind of people ought to have what's good for me and you
So let me cast aside your diamond rings and fashion magazines
You don't need them and there is no place they're taking you
Everybody knows that everybody knows the rules
And darling that's no good for me and you
Die-dee-die-dee-die-dee-die just don't leave that rifle empty
Oh oh oh oh oh oh no there's no getting over you
plea ea ea ea ea ease please please come down to your senses
Tear down your fences
Your walls, crawling over you
How deep is the well you've been drinking from
How fast can you go down and see
Is it sure enough to last beyond this century
Pure enough to wash your conscience clean
I see 7 billion miners digging holes in you, girl
But me I can't be bothered
Lend me some of your I'l send you some of someone else's
Pennies for you thoughts
Connecting all the dots
Die-dee-die-dee-die-dee-die just don't leave that rifle empty
Oh oh oh oh oh oh no there's no getting over you
plea ea ea ea ea ease please please come down to your senses
Tear down your fences
Your walls, crawling over you
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4. |
Help Yourself
03:49
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Don't leave me alone
Don't leave me alone
Just throw my bleeding heart out the window
Don't leave me alone
Don't leave me alone
Just throw my bleeding heart out the window
You know that I have seen it all before
Don't ask me why I don't saddle up and fly across an ocean to the week before I met you
I was proud as I was young
Reading politics and thinking of the good that it has done in this whole world that I've been shaking like a tree
But now you see me on a ladder with a basket with no fruit
And I scream somebody must be listening
I have nothing except all that you have given me
I'm crying foul for what's merciless and pitiful
Holding sacred to the things that I have got
I'm crushing diamonds with my teeth and searching anxiously for someplace I can spit....
And I'm beggin you
Don't leave me alone
Don't leave me alone
Just throw my bleeding heart out the window
Don't leave me alone
Don't leave me alone
Just throw my bleeding heart out the window
You know that I have seen it all before
Don't ask me why I don't saddle up and fly across an ocean to the week before I left you
I was sitting in a park
Watching fairytale processions of my past and they were drinking from a can that I've been shaking endlessly
But now you see me bursting open, foaming white, sticking to you
I scream somebody must be listening
I am bleeding on an alter you have given me
Still crying foul for what's merciless and pitiful
Spilling cups that you are filling with my blood
I'm shaking mountains with my rage and searching endlessly for someplace I can sleep
And I'm beggin you...
Don't leave me alone
Don't leave me alone
Just throw my bleeding heart out the window
Don't leave me alone
Don't leave me alone
Just throw my bleeding heart out the window
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5. |
Song About the Wind
05:46
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6. |
The River
05:20
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7. |
The Tower
05:50
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8. |
Too Much
04:59
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9. |
Who Stole My Mind
04:37
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10. |
Dead Man Ballad
05:05
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Cougars in America Brussel, Belgium
Cougars in America is the new alt-folk project of Canadian-turned-Bruxellois singer-songwriter, Scott Hamilton. Poet, multi- instrumentalist, and troubadour, he transforms his world into song. His music has been compared to Bonnie Prince Billy or Sufjan Stevens, and serves in equal measures American Folk, Blues, and Indie Rock. ... more
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