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Houston
06:03
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Tumbleweeds and oil rigs
Is where I wanna be
Hospitals and rockets
I wanna go to Houston
I was the lazy youth
Now I am the king of fish
Aren't you proud, aren't you proud?
Come be proud in Houston
And the rain it falls on my leather shoe
Like it always has and like it always will
Now the storm is setting in
Shelter's all be taken
Word of mouth says they sell
Big umbrellas in Houston
I want you as you choose
I want you as you'll have me
I want you any way
Any which way to Houston
If you cast a light on that hidden scar
It would change you like you never knew
And the rain it falls on my leather shoe
Like it always has and like it always will
There's a key underneath
A doormat in Houston
Meet the man at the taco stand
Who's telling jokes for free
You can come with empty hands
And empty pockets
You don't have much so hitch a ride
Hitch a ride to Houston
If you cast a light on that hidden scar
It would change you like you never knew
She could lie again like she always can
I should let it go, you will never go
And the rain it falls on my leather shoe
Like it always has and like it always will
I should take a rest, you could never rest
I should take a rest, I will never rest
If you cast a light on that hidden scar
It would change you like you never knew
And the rain it falls on my leather shoe
Like it always has and like it always will
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2. |
Another Country
03:25
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I haven't felt in sixteen days
I've fallen into a zanny haze
I'm long overdue
I missed the bus and I'm toeing the line
I'm losing my mind, running out of time
If I don't act now, I will surely die
I've heard some rumors and I have my doubts
So I talked to God and he said to me
"You cannot do whatever you please"
Now I gotta figure out what to do
I've dabbled in jobs and classes too
But I hear that love pays the best
In hope of love I bought some sneakers
I'm going out amongst the other creatures
I'm gonna listen, gonna listen good
I'm gonna listen 'till my ears fall off
Or until the music stops
I'm going to another country
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3. |
Label Ends
04:57
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Walked onto the tarmac and I saw you fly away
Bearded men with yellow flags pointed to the sky
They pointed to an empty place
Where the sun was breaking through
Somewhere between heaven and hell
Is where you were going to
There you flew with your mother's watch
And your handmade violin
That oversized pocketbook, that gift from a friend
When I tried to picture you, I couldn't see a thing
The one mistake that I never made
Was to give you wedding ring
Chorus:
Let's draw a line at where your label ends
And make it clear where I begin
Now I sleep on borrowed beds and linoleum floors
And morning is an empty space that you used to fill
Yes, this is a strange place where the sun sets at noon
Where we all talk of foreign cards
And the women speak of shoes
While I walk on tight-rope and photograph the past
To reconstruct the future and to guide me through the grass
The grass that led to your door in that small suburban town
The one mistake that you never made
Was to buy a wedding gown
Chorus
All I see is black and blue and visions of you
You pop up in deluded dreams and jumbled memories
Well in this life of the infinite where everything is true
You put your trust inside of me and I threw it back at you
But since you're in another world, the moon is all we share
So when I transmit a prayer it'll reach you through the air
And beam through your curtains and hit you like a flare
And warm you and hold you to show that I still care
Chorus
The funniest thing is that I can't recall your name
In fact, I think that we haven't met
In this sea of attendance sheets I must have mixed you up
With someone who wore a watch
And whose hobby was violin
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You wanna say the words that you can stand behind
But they leave your mouth like smoke from a chimney
In every wisp of word is a silhouette of a man
And he's telling you, "I've said that before"
You say you need to fly away and find a new home
But no matter who you touch, your hands stay the same
Those shattered memories that time won't rebuild
Have grown into something new
You're frozen from without, like the Neva in Peterburg
That shell of ice will shatter in the spring
Or you can make it melt if you spit balls of fire
If in every ball is a tender call
If you sing from your soul then your body will join in
If you pray from your heals then your eyes will see
If you open a book, the words, they flow out
If I close my mind, will my heart cease to beat?
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5. |
Thinking in Triangles
02:02
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Nick Watt
Nick Watt is a multi-instrumentalist songwriter based in Brooklyn. His lyric-driven songs tell stories of people from many
walks of life. With musical stylings that draw on blues from his native St. Louis to the jazz of his current home of New York, he creates grooves that support the songs’ narratives.
Inquiries:
nicholas.a.watt@gmail.com
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