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January
03:31
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I lost my mind in the middle of the night, singing
“January, save me from the cold”
You were looking so fine in the warmth of wine
And I realized I couldn't let you go
Wouldn't let you go
Well you said goodnight but I caught your eye
And I stared you down, begging
“Baby read my mind”
With one foot in and the other one out
and a furrowed brow
You seemed to hear me sigh
Don't worry what the folks will say
They don't know us anyway
Come back inside, shut the sliding door
I know we made some grave mistakes
But we don't owe them all our days
Come on, let's make some more
You turned around and crossed the floor
and I held you close
I didn’t have the words
But every breath in and out was saying
“I missed you so” and I knew my heart was heard
(chorus)
If I haven't made it clear, my friend
I am yours again If you will just agree
And I hope this song goes on and on
and never ends, oh say you'll stay with me
(chorus)
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2. |
Different
02:49
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Same war, different crime
Same punch, different line
Knocking down the walls of pride
It's different this time
Same heart, different beat
Same cold, different feet
Don't call it quits, don't look for signs
It's different this time
First try at a second chance
Same song, different dance
I've been around, I've heard the lies
It's different this time
This time 'round,
When the rain is really pouring down
You decide to look for higher ground
I'll be at your side
I'll be different this time
Same two spirits free
Take my hand and walk with me
I'm still yours and you're still mine
But it’s different this time
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3. |
Colorado
03:22
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What if we moved to Colorado?
I hear the hiking’s good
Live in a little Lincoln log cabin
Stock up on firewood
Can’t escape, can’t outrun the blue
That’s what people say that you and I can’t do, but
What if we moved to Colorado, me and you
What if we ventured to Amalfi
Out on the hilly coast
I’d kiss you where the air is salty
Among the lemon groves
(chorus)
What if we ventured to Amalfi, me and you
I don’t know when it changed, my dear, and
I don’t care who or what’s to blame for getting us here
I only know there’s nowhere I wouldn’t go
If it would help us to not throw away
All these years, so
What if we learned to speak Icelandic
Found ourselves in Peru
Tracked down our relatives ‘cross Europe
Let our love renew
(chorus)
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4. |
Follow Me Moon
03:26
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I used to think the moon was following me
And I smiled from my backseat
As it darted behind trees then reappeared
I’d shuffle up the drive at the end of the ride
And it carried me inside
The moon and I, we played that game for years
But innocence came to an end
How I miss my long-lost friend
Trying to get back to where I’ve been
Follow me moon
Swallow me sky
Make me feel small, give me reason to ride
Just like you did when I was a kid
Follow me moon
Staring at the boards of mahogany red
On the bunkbed overheard
Where my little sister slept
I could not rest
I’d just found out that forever’s a lie
And that one day I would die
And that everyone I loved would reach an end
I still lie awake sometimes
Drinking in the lonely night
And whisper through the window to my friend
(chorus)
Why worry, worry ‘bout what’s up ahead
And why hurry, hurry on over the edge
I’m alive and I’m flying with my arms outstretched
(chorus)
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5. |
Not Just You and Me
03:14
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There is a wealth of weary wanderers
In this town and in this universe
They’re all crying out just to be heard
It’s not just you and me
In the bars and in the libraries
In their cars and in their diaries
Out on the street, out of society
It’s not just you and me
Out on the tops of mountains beautiful
In the smallest of the cubicles
Weeping at the births and at the funerals
It’s not just you and me
In the deserts, in the prison cells
In the letters, in the wishing wells
In the bliss and in the living hells
It’s not just you and me
Behind the stoplights and the microphones
On the front lines, on the telephones
On the fences and on their own
It’s not just you and me
There is a wealth of weary wanderers
In this town and in this universe
What does it matter if we’re never heard?
It’s not just you and me
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6. |
Real Thing
03:15
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You got the carrot and the stick
I’m just a stumbling mule
Give me a bite and I just might
Wind up as your fool
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t in the sky
I’m not too afraid to say this
No use being shy
I know a good thing when I see it
I know a right thing by the way it makes me reel
I know the real thing when I hold it
I know the way you make me feel
Take a dash of sabotage
Add just a pinch of pain
Sprinkle in a little loss
And season it to taste
And you got the recipe for being predisposed
Not me, I’m breaking free from letting good things go
(chorus)
Ooo, when the water is murky, I’ll wade on through
Love, you’re a light and I’ve been waiting on you
You can call me crazy, call me careless with my heart
Throw in some “I told you so’s” if it all falls apart
But I’ve got this little hunch and my hunches rarely lie
So come on, babe, what do you say to giving us a try
(chorus)
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7. |
Porcelain Doll
03:59
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One porcelain doll
Grew dust atop glass at the old antique mall
Some people looked, but nobody saw that
She really longed to be wild
Frail, fragile, and old
Not like the sturdier bodies that sold
She’d grown accustomed to being alone when
One day a smile caught her eye
And there he sat two shelves away in all his wooden glory
His painted eyes just had a way of telling a love story
There she was content
Not minding the folks as they came and they went
She was alive, she knew she was meant for
Loving her sweet soldier boy
The military air he had been carrying all the while
Was softened by her warm, inviting smile
One blizzardy day
Hands brought her down from the shelf where she lay
Packed her in paper and took her away from
What made her happiest now
She wished she could cry
She at least wanted a proper goodbye
But she was unwrapped when they brought her inside and
Couldn’t believe what she’d found
For there he sat across the way in all his wooden glory
His painted eyes still had a way of telling a love story
There she was content
Not minding the days as they came and they went
She was alive, she knew she was meant for
Loving her sweet soldier boy
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8. |
Starlings
02:59
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Shape-shifting as the ice wind blows
The starlings flock above the snow
And I’m wondering just how they know
In which direction they should go
Do they ever get cold?
Yellow diamonds warn me
That the bridge will ice before the road
This is just the kind of drive that writes a song
By the time I’ve made it home
Arkansas is flat and long
The sunrise it goes on and on and on
And the color of this dawning day’s
The same as your pink T-shirt
I’m still wearing from yesterday
Maybe I forgot
Or wanted just a piece of you to hold
(chorus)
The Memphis pyramid reflects the sky
It’s a melancholy grey and so am I
But if I have to be missing somebody
I’m glad it can be you
Counting every power line
I’m thinking ‘bout the town I left behind
Where water towers proudly say its name
And where the children simply play
By giving it a climb
I’d love to turn around
And spend the day with you, collecting stones
(chorus)
Shape-shifting and we’re on the go
Starlings in our flock above the snow
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9. |
Where to Begin
03:43
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Always loved the sound of a crashing wave
Against a calm and steady shore
That was what we had with each other, babe
We don’t have that anymore
If I picked up the phone tonight and caved right in
I wouldn’t know where to begin
Saw your picture on the world wide web
Your smile was just the same
I guess that caught me by surprise
Given everything that’s changed
If I knocked on your door now and you let me in
I wouldn’t know where to begin
Maybe all those things we thought could not resolve
Would prove themselves to have dissolved
Or maybe we’d say let’s not go where we have been
We wouldn’t know where to begin
I know this is just a passing phase
It’ll all be over soon
Feelings always take each other’s place
Out with old and in with new
So if I get to sleep tonight and dreams creep in
They wouldn’t know where to begin
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10. |
Gunshy
03:50
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Are you gun shy
Are you brave
In the hard times, will you stay?
I know how to doubt
And I know how to blame
In the hard times, will you stay?
Are you watchful
Do you see
Are you patient with me?
I know how to insult an injury
Are you patient with me?
I am tired and
I’m hard-wired
To favor disbelief
Are you gun shy
Will you leave?
Are you softened
Are you tough
If I threaten, please call my bluff
I don’t wanna lose you by giving up
Are you gun shy
Are you gun shy
Are you gun shy?
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11. |
I Like You a Real Lot
02:33
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I like you a real lot
Like turtles like sittin’ on logs
High schoolers and parking lots
Like robbers like running from cops
I like you a real bunch
Kindergartners and Hawaiian punch
Like Godzilla likes people for lunch
Well, maybe not that much
I don’t need big words or fancy conversation
I just want you next to me
It’s better when we’re together
It ain’t rocket surgery
I wanna be with ya
Be in all of your pictures
Let the boys see me kiss ya
And knock ‘em out if they diss ya
I wanna go places with you
Drive-in movies and to the zoo
East Asia and Kalamazoo
Waffle House and IHOP, too
(chorus)
It ain’t controversary
Whoa, it’s not always simple
To let somebody know just how you feel
But oh, if I had a nickel
For every time you make me smile
My riches would be real
We go together like a key and lock
Rice Krispies, snap, crackle, and pop
I like you a real lot and I ain’t gonna stop
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Mia Rose Lynne Nashville, Tennessee
Mia Rose Lynne is a northern California native now living in Nashville. Songwriting accolades include 2017 Kerrville Folk Festival New Folk Contest winner, finalist in the 2018 Telluride Troubadour Contest, 2018 Songwriter Serenade, 2018 Wildflower Arts and Music Festival Contest, and 2017 Rocky Mountain Folks Fest Songwriter Showcase. ... more
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