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You can tell she’s running but not from what
What she gives you to go on is all you’ve got
She keeps her cards close to the vest
Bare feet on the dash she lights up a smoke
Says thanks for the ride do you want a toke
Don’t care where we’re headed just as long as it’s West
Baby's beautiful, baby's beautiful, baby's a beautiful mess
Daddy’s home looked perfect from the outside
Now she’d rather live in a double wide
Than to chase after the biggest and the best
She say’s she knows how people go insane
It’s from doing the same thing over and over again
Can’t learn to fly lest you leave the nest
You know you're going the wrong way
But you can't slow down
You can try to love her
But she won't stick around
Baby's beautiful, baby's beautiful, baby's a beautiful mess
Something to eat a little cash
Someone to hold and a place to crash
If less is more than more is less
Any man in the room she can have her pick
But she always goes home with the one who’s sick
She tries to fix ‘em like it’s some kind of test
Baby's beautiful, baby's beautiful, baby's a beautiful mess
Now she’s in the French quarter in an old chateau
At the end of the hall where the lights are low
With the moonlight through the window and tears on her dress
Everyone has a song to sing
Her’s is about having a broken wing
And not a single thing to confess
Baby's beautiful, baby's beautiful, baby's a beautiful mess
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At the Willow Tree
02:58
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The grain the rain grew
Out to the horizon
Amen ocean blue
Sky like heaven
My window has just one view
Of the willow tree and you
The end of of a friend true
Bleeds the evening sun
To run to someone new
Coats and notes left undone
I'm looking through at a love I once knew
At the window tree and you
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Not Today
04:10
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An angel came to me
when I was in despair
Light shined from her eyes
as she floated in midair
She said that in the future
after I am dead
People will listen my songs
and the things that I said
Like love is real
But not today
Love is real
But not today
Today you will be hungry
Today you’ll be alone
today you will wander
looking a home
And you’ll wonder
If your life means anything at all
Watching shadows slide along the wall
When the angel was finished
she faded away
I thought I’d finally gone insane
as the curtain swayed
And the night gave way
To the sun’s first rays
just like love is real
But not today
Like love is real
But not today
Love is real
But not today
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She’s behind the counter for just one more hour
Puts on the best smile she can
For the insane and sages in temples and cages
Who all want to hold her hand
for a piece of sky she’s had her eye
on a castle made of sand
she don’t need a reason just one more season
and she’s off to join a rock in roll band
Kathleen Kathleen don’t forget who you’re meant to be
You were meant to be my lover some day on a movie screen
Can’t say she didn’t warn ya She’s gone to California
Where puppets cut their strings
they lay around for hours smoking flowers
And preach about many things
The hustler comes with a highway tongue
To turn trees into wedding rings
upon a saddle in Seattle where the needle stings
If you have to wonder they invented the thunder
To beat like a drum in your mind
Pain comes as a porter throws you a quarter
And tells you get back in line
A face in the crowd shouts out loud
Can someone please tell me the time
Count your sheep and go back to sleep
We’re trying to turn water to wine
The flag dreams still flies it seems
But who knows where or when
Watch the train leave the station and another generation
Comes up behind you again
Some wander the isle for winning style
While others went to the wheel
They hear it creak even in their sleep
And forget how to feel
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5. |
Little Light
02:18
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A rhyme to cry
Come to shine and die
To glow and show where you are
Like the light of a firefly
I know why you try to keep out of sight
That's why I write you this song
I hope you hold out for so long
You see the coming of daylight
Chasing after wind
A will to find the words
We are still in love
Of the mind our time might arrive
I see you my little light
Waiting for a song
Hiding right in plain sight
I know you long for daylight
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6. |
By the Side of the Road
07:03
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This is as far as my wheels will take me
As good enough a place as any
Down in the dirt I found a lucky penny
By the side of the road
My lucky number three on a ticket for the lottery
Among the treasures I can keep for free
By the side of the road
Oklahoma by the Neosho
In a field of flowers with nowhere to go
With my self to lose by the evening sky
Send an Oklahoma girl to give me a ride
Roads snake and rivers wind
The prairie waves to your state of mind
All you've lost you might just find
By the side of the road
The earth is tattooed by tar
And growing out of every scar
A flower growing like a star
By the side of the road
Oklahoma by the Neosho
In a field of flowers with nowhere to go
With my self to lose by the evening sky
Send an Oklahoma girl to give me a ride
There was an only son
His shoelace mind came undone
Watch him run and trip over the sun
By the side of the road
A steel tower stood tall
On the top floor against a wall
A suit and a tie and a long way to fall
To the side of the road
Oklahoma by the Neosho
In a field of flowers with nowhere to go
With my self to lose by the evening sky
Send an Oklahoma girl to give me a ride
Oklahoma is where I'm free
In a field of flowers in reverie
Oklahoma girl with a heart of gold
Find me by the side of the road
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She said some things I tell you
I tell nobody else
And somethings I need to keep to myself
Then they found her face down on the lawn
Just another junkie gone
He said you heard of a day trader?
Well I trade in the night
And my death will come like a moth around that street light
Then he stumbled out into the dawn
Just another junkie gone
She said that girl in the picture
Can you believe that was me?
I wanted to be a dancer ever since I was three
No one knows what it’s like to hold on
I’m just another junkie gone
He keeps a constellation
Of marks up his sleeve
And for his next trick friends he’ll try to remember to breathe
As he closes his eyes and stretches out long
He’s just another junkie gone
She said I always feel different
Than everyone else
So like an ugly duckling I keep to myself
Now she finally has the wings of a swan
She’s just another junkie gone
I have one thing
I managed not to pawn
It’s my father’s guitar going to play it all night long
Trying to write you one more song
I’m just another junkie gone
Watch me slip away
I’m just another junkie gone
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The kid is fed and off to bed
So with thoughts buzzing in your head
You walk out the back door
Bugs fly around the porch light
You stare out into the night
And wonder what it’s all for
You don’t always have to be the one who’s strong
If you won’t take my love then take this song
As a shoulder to cry on
His daddy was killed in the war
And with only one week left of his tour
And now when the boy cries
You never let it show
How it breaks your heart even though
He’s got his daddy’s eyes
I’ve known broken hearts before
But yours is making me hate all war
So your boy can have my guitar
Holding one is better than a gun
And it can still teach you how not to run
It was my only guiding star
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For Laura
03:37
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Reasons why and machines that fly
Some buzz around, some should never leave the ground
This I know and there’s nothing up my sleeve
Were you to go, what a hole in the world you would leave
I’d ask you to stay, but the hills are far away
And they’re blue and cold even on a clear day
Leaves fall so we can see the sky
Through the trees with tears in our eyes
There are mountains in the sky
If you watch the clouds go by
The air is calm, an eagle circles high
How long before memory fails
Like a busted train on rusted rails?
Another town where the world has gone cold
Looking down at cracks in the road
Love found was a fist full of sand
A little gold to run through our hands
After all we just needed to be fed
Day’s good and gone
Sun’s rays are burning red
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Country is where I get to know you
Country is where I get to hold you
But God in Heaven knows I'm lying
Country's what I sing to keep from crying
Country is where I see your face
Country is where there's a trace
Of a smile you know I'm tying
Country's what I sing to keep from crying
'Cause what I sing my savior hears
Going to trade my tears for wings and I'll by flying
Country's what I sing to keep from crying
Country's where I go to be alone
Country is my home
But living without you is like dying
Country's what I sing to keep from crying
'Cause what I sing my savior hears
Going to trade my tears for wings and I'll by flying
Country's what I sing to keep from crying
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Joey Clark Weare, New Hampshire
Joey Clark is a NH native who became a songwriter in Nashville. Since returning to NH, Joey has been featured by Granite State of Mind and played on NHPR. Joey performs as a solo artist and with his band, the Big Hearts. Joey is a lyric-focused writer, with rhythms borrowed from swing, bluegrass, old-time, country and folk-rock, with memorable melodies and words. ... more
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