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Wide Open
03:46
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There was a man with no eyelids on the streets of Las Vegas, Nevada.
I asked him “how do you sleep when the light’s like a fiery armada.”
And he said “son, don’t close your eyes see how I live every day of my life.”
I said, “man it must be tough to sneeze with your eyes wide open.”
Eyes wide open forever, I won’t try it and I’d never trade any sum of money for the ability to turn the world around me off.
Eyes wide open forever. I love seeing stuff that I wanna see, and vice versa on the contrary.
I met a girl with no hands on the streets of New York, New York.
I asked her “how do you live with the noise like a war.”
And she said “babe don’t cover your ears, see how I live every day of the year.”
I said, “man it must be hard with all these annoying people.”
Ears wide open forever, I won’t have it and I’d never trade any sum of money for the ability to turn the world around me off.
Ears wide open forever. I love hearing stuff that I wanna hear, and vice versa au contraire.
But I can’t close my mouth; there’s a flaw in that ability. The wrong words they slip out. I might trade that for some money.
It’s nice to have control of what comes in, but the opposite is harder. Now I’ll keep my vocal cords.
There lives a man with no fear in a condo in Naples, in Florida.
I ask him “how do you live without being scared.”
And he says, “son, I’m not really sure, I just haven’t any inhibitions.”
I said, “man it must be nice that way.”
Life wide open forever, I don’t have it and I’d surely trade any sum of money for the ability to rid of all my anxieties.
Life wide open, and I’m okay but I’ve been better the other way.
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Being In Love is Alright
04:05
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Could I be lost at sea? See, I’m running away.
Away from my thoughts, thought I’d be okay.
I’m writing a song from notes. Note the lack of continuity and theme.
But that’s all she wrote. She wrote the lyrics on my lips.
Chorus:
Baby being in love is alright.
Alright, I’m being cheesy but believe me it ain’t easy not to be.
When you’re wrapped up in a pair of arms that never wanna let you go.
She’s leaving this town on a train. I’m trained to be afraid of that you know.
You know what they say. Say I’ll be okay.
So I’ll hide in this room for two. Too many ways to say I miss you.
You’re calming down. Down my heart rate goes.
Now that you’re here, I’m finally aware of what one has to gain when falling in love.
Now that I know that the simplest road is usually right, I’ll stop reading books.
I’m finishing up this song; song to sing to you and you to sing to me.
Meaningful words that I love to say.
I hope you can hear me now. Now and always I’ll be singing these to you.
You’ll carry my tune in your own sweet ears.
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5000 Blackbirds
04:33
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Winos took timid sips. The town looked like apocalypse. Dead birds slept on frozen lawns, but the parties still carried on.
5000 blackbirds fell, fell from the sky. Didn't even get to say goodbye. They fell rain- stung, stung the ground. What goes up must come down.
Parents kept their kids inside. Telephones rang as children cried. Dogs and cats ate from the streets, 5000 feather red-winged treats.
What a shame; for Arkansas blackbirds the New Year never came.
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4. |
Bringing Me Down
04:41
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It’s a little bit different, having Christmas without both parents. But I’m not gonna dwell on it, because the bitterness is bringing me down.
I’ve been sayin’ it every year, that the holidays are lacking the same old cheer. But I’m not gonna dwell on it, because the bitterness is bringing me down.
Chorus:
Down- the weakest thoughts that can make a grown man cry. I’m a quarter of the way to the end, and I still have no reason why. Why we’re all right here. Laughin’ and a poutin’ and a whisperin’ and a shoutin’ our songs (thoughts). Maybe it’s better not to dwell on it, because the bitterness is bringing me down.
It’s a bit of a bummer that our country is in a war. But look on the bright side; at least we know what we’re fighting for.
Wait, we’ve already got freedom and we don’t need any more fuel. So maybe there are reasons that we probably should know. I’m not gonna dwell on this, because the bitterness is bringing me down.
So I’ll drive away in my mini van. In search of the answers that I can’ t find on the Internet.
If you think you can write the blues, go ahead and put your pen on a line. I’ve studied music my whole life, and don’t deserve to play the I, IV, V.
But there are people who walk this earth who have it worse, for them it may never end. But, I’m not gonna dwell on that, because the bitterness is bringing me down.
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Hibernate II
03:18
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The sheets taste good, I say. I never thought I’d be in bed this long. I could be dead, you say? How will I ever know the difference?
I’m back beneath the earth. Remember the times we’ve been there. We dreamed for weeks and weeks, it felt like only minutes.
Chorus:
We’ll hibernate again like we did last year, sleep off the holiday beers.
We’ll rest our eyes for the rest of this time and then we’ll do it again.
Will you wake me up?
When it starts to rain?
Why don’t you come
With the rest of us?
Now we’re off to bed. A bed of rocks and sand with leaves for sheets.
And if we stay asleep too long we’ll never wake, but maybe that’s our fate.
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Unstable
04:03
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If you mess up you know I’ll understand. You’re just a little boy dressed up like you’re a man. But to be a man, you need something to own; a car, a house, a kid to raise, instead you are alone.
You’re unable to fill these holes. You can’t control. You’re unstable.
How ‘bout a plan to make this magic work? Take your wand and wave it ‘ore the sacred dirt. Then will arise, a sanitarium. So you can swim around in your sad aquarium.
Chorus:
Sad aquarium, like the ones in hospitals, imaginarium in your head. An honorarium for all my therapeutic help. You are a miserable person.
You’ve got a job and you’ve got your degree, yet you ask, “why is everybody always pickin’ on me?” I’ll tell you why, you’re worthless deep done at the core. No one builds a house starting with the front door.
You’re unable to fill these holes. You can’t control. You’re unstable.
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Hopefully the world doesn’t explode because we like this life
They say it will in 2012, I sure hope that’s just hype
Just think of all the things you’ve put your time and life into
A flash bang of natural bombs will split our bodies and souls in two
I don’t know more than you do, and that’s why I’m scared. I think I’ll get a big tattoo so I’m prepared. For when they find my body they’ll know that I’m human.
Chorus:
They’ll know that we’re human I bet. They’ll see the remains of all our TV sets.
And when they set foot or tentacle on our ashes. They’ll wish they’d never crashed their spaceship here.
Y2K all over again, stock up the main food groups.
So when it starts raining fire outside, you’ll be safe with your Campbell’s soups.
If we don’t kill ourselves with bombs, it actually’d be pretty cool.
To see the end of the serious reign, of the free willing fools.
And I can see the hysteria throughout the world. Please someone tell North Korea, it’s their hand to fold. Because Mother Nature’s got a handle on the situation.
And we’re still devolving, just like the planets had intended.
And they’ll keep revolving, at least until we blow up.
And we know where we are, and we’d like to think that we know where we’re going.
Hopefully the world doesn’t explode because we like this life. (ROUND)
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Dan Collins and a Piano Madison, Wisconsin
Singer-songwriter & pianist making music out of Madison, WI.
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This band was my focus for several years after graduating from college. Josh, Luke, and Reuben taught me so much about being in a band and making music.
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