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On The Ocean
03:51
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good to be at one again with people I can stand
good to be alone again, my castles in the sand
falling out of temporary figures in my hand
falling out of temperamental ideas
I can't stand alone
when I'm tired of the silence on my telephone
and my fingers and my eyelids and the styrofoam
cities and the islands where the pretty women talk
was there ever someone that I could meet to climb on
fly out on her wings and see the world a little long
I have tried and trying only leads to trying on
late at night I sit alone and dream about a song
that could take away the silence on my telephone
with my fingers and my eyelids and the styrofoam
cities and the islands where the pretty women walk
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A Stroll
04:53
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when I walked alone
I was falling
on the telephone
I was calling
there was something more
there was something
I wish I could say
where I'm going
but I'm not a child
and I'm not a man
I don't have a home
I don't have a plan
I have all these words
I have all these songs
when I go outside
and the city's gone
there is only us
there is only water
there is only us
there is only water
then I see your hands
on the wall there
I can always stop
stop and stare
I can see your dreams
I can see your skies
but I'm only sure
when I walk outside
there is only us
there is only water
there is only us
there is only water
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I was young when I left home
and I been out a ramblin' round
and I never wrote a letter to my home
It was just the other day
I was drinkin' on my pay
when I met an old friend I used to know
he said "your mother's dead and gone ---
your baby sister's all gone wrong---
and your daddy needs you home right away"
not a shirt on my back
not a penny on my name
lord I can't go home this old way
this old way, lord
lord this old way
lord I can't go home this old way
I used to tell my mom sometimes
when I'd see them flying blind
gonna make me a home out in the wind
in the wind, lord
lord, in the wind
gonna make me a home out in the wind
but I don't like it in the wind
I wanna come back home again
gonna make me a home out in the wind
so when I pay the debt I owe
to the commissary store
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
I'll go home, lord
lord, I'll go home
I will pawn my watch and chain and go home
If you miss the train I'm on,
count the days I'm gone
you can hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
a hundred miles, pretty baby
lord, lord, lord
you can hear that whistle blow a hundred miles
so, I was young when I left home
and I been out a ramblin' round
and I never wrote a letter to my home
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you are on your bed
staring at the floor
all the words you said
I don't know what for
your blue mountains
over my head
is your hair undone?
is your hair undone?
all your fingers now
holding onto me
all the pictures of
you in my memory
your blue mountains
over and over again
have you come undone?
like the sweater song
when I die
I hope you can see
for yourself
what you meant to me
you're my mountain
over and under again
on my island
on my island
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Memphis
04:35
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once I thought that all I wanted was another girl
smoking cigarettes on top of me
once I thought that maybe I could find another world
somewhere where I know I'd wanna be
but I never felt so free
but I never felt so free
once I thought that all I wanted was another road
spilling all the silence off the sea
taking all my memories and turning all the windows down
and I fell right on the ground
and I fell right on the ground
but now I'm coming back
I'm coming back
I'm coming back
I'm coming home
oh now I'm coming back
I'm coming back
I'm coming back
I'm coming home
well, I took all of my silhouettes
one by one like the cities
all these girls are so pretty
in my mind
once I thought that all I wanted was another home
somewhere I could really rest my heart
seasons, they are changing everything under the sun
I well only I can plan my part
now I know the road is long
and I know that's not a song
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Another Visit
06:03
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I
I got away again
I got another side of the sky
all this air
filling out all the sides
filling out all the spaces in my eyes
take it all
take your bones
take your bones
out of mine
take your roads
take your saturdays
take your silly ways
out of mine
I
I got a southern sun
I got a nothern road
out of mine
when it's gone
I'll be another day
I'll be another way
you'll be mine
take it all
take your bones
take your bones
out of mine
take your roads
take your saturdays
take your silly ways
out of mine
ooh
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City Light/Second Avenue
05:42
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"City Light"
the impulse is pure
but the nights are not
standing on the summer floor
and that's all I got
you know all the pretty girls,
all the city ones,
all the pretty girls
run
standing in the pouring rain
in my broken shoes
I know it's a lie
but you've gotta choose
between all the pretty girls,
all the skinny ones,
all the pretty girls
run
standing out in the cardboard night
I've got nothing but city light!
standing out in the cardboard night
I've got nothing but city light!
standing out in the cardboard night
I've got nothing by city light!
standing out in the cardboard night
I've got nothing but cities
you know all the pretty girls,
all the city ones,
all the pretty girls
run
"Second Avenue"
late at night i'm a car on fire
second avenue is a funeral
wire spills outsides from the sun where the snow laid down
and I drove my car on a friday night
just to see if I could
just to see if I might find somewhere to hide from all the light
where they're singing:
"late at night I'm gone!
late at night I'm gone!
late at night I'm gone!
late at night I'm gone!"
well, I don't wanna die when I'm young
I wanna burn like the sun
I wanna see the world
I wanna see everyone
I wanna see the sidewalks when they're full of love
I'm gonna walk around
gonna walk downtown
I wanna see my friends
wanna see their frowns
gonna try to turn it all right and upside down
and I'll see what I'll never get again
what I'll never get again
what I'll never get again
what I'll never get again
oh, I'll never get again
what I'll never get again
what I'll never get again
what I'll never get again
o-oh!
o-oh!
o-oh!
o-oh-oh!
late at night I'm gone
late at night I'm gone
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The Lost Shores Brooklyn, New York
The musical project surrounding the songs of Richard Aufrichtig.
"lo-fi
troubadour" - Time Out New York
“Fitting snuggly within a loosely defined set of
epic-minded solo troubadours” – The Deli
Magazine
“...the[re is a] radiating sense of inclusion
unique to his performance and
uncharacteristic of the generally cliquey
indie/folksy scene that Brooklyn is known
for.” – YAM Magazine
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