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The water tastes like metal and the coffee tastes like paint
And everything I eat these days makes me want to faint
I went to see my doctor and I told him my complaint
He said it ain’t your tongue that’s broken, it’s your brains—
It gives me cause to wonder, or should I say, to doubt
Whether its even blood that’s flowin in my veins
Everything was goin one way now it goes a different route
And since you left ain’t nothing been the same
The colors on my pallet have all gone and changed their hue
My yellows ain’t so yellow and my blues are darker blue
The poetry inside my books just doesn’t ring as true
Each familiar thing now strikes me as strange
Everywhere the sun is shining but a clouds formed over me
And I moved here just to get out of the rain
I don’t know if it’s a secret plot or some conspiracy
But since you left ain’t nothing been the same
The windshield’s got a crack now and the front door’s got a creak
The lamp it has a busted bulb and the faucet’s sprung a leak
And my entire outlook onto life’s grown pretty bleak
I spent my mornings watching things go down the drain
I don’t know if it’s coincidence, bad luck or even fate
Tho I’m afraid I’m hardly able to explain
The smallest shred of sense I can’t configure or create
But since you left ain’t nothing been the same
Rivers used to lead to oceans, now they flow right to their source
Birds used to fly south in the winter, now they’re headin north
Time, she walked a tightrope, now she’s swining back and forth
No sand inside the hourglass remains
I’m still fighting the old demons, the Mondays and the blues
Tho the upper hand I no longer seem to gain
All the things I once relied on now reject me or refuse
And since you left ain’t nothing been the same
My feet, they roam the ceiling, and my head, it scrapes the floor
Today I tried to go outside but I coulnd’t reach the door
I don’t think the laws of gravity are workin anymore
What goes down once can still go down again
But don’t worry bout me darling I think I’m starting to get well
I’m sure that someday it’ll all be plain
You came to me so gently that the change was hard to tell
But since you left ain’t nothing been the same
I’m easily distracted, my mind is all off track
I still think of you from time to time, wonder if you’re comin back
I left a candle burning and a key under the mat
With a note on which I didn’t put your name
If you come acallin for me and I don’t answer right away
It ain’t because I’m angry or detained
Probably I’m just trine to think of something new to say
Cause since you left ain’t nothing been the same
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Hell of a Day I'm Havin
06:01
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Woke up this morning to a rooster crowing
The sails were set but the wind wasn’t blowing
It was the middle of june and it was already snowing
I should’ve known something was wrong
Rolled out of be put my shirt on backwards
Pulled my pants on first and my underwear aftwards
Slipped on the stairs made a whole in the plaster
Right where your portrait belonged
Went down to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee
I poured it, stirred it, then spilled it on me
Went to make it again but the can was empty
All I could do was scowl
It seems like I can’t do anything right
I go to bed early lay awake all night
I’m afflicted by forces that I just can’t fight
Might as well throw in the towel
But what a hell of a day I’m havin
If this is some kinda joke, man, I ain’t laughin
I know worse things have been known to happen
But they ain’t been known to happen to me
Drivin to work my front wheel exploded
It seems the tire pressure had been overloaded
That the fault was mine has been duly noted
The tow-man told me so
Got into the office a little behind schedule
My boss thought my tardiness was intentional
Said the time’s come for me to do what’s sensible
Gave me the old heave-ho
Got home early met my girlfriend leavin
Said she didn’t have time to go into the reasons
Said that there was something else that she was needin
I said “What about me?” she said, “No—”
And it feels like I can’t keep anything straight
I pay up-front face-value at the goin-rate
But its always just a little too little too late
Either too fast or much too slow
Chorus
Preachers and teachers, they taunt and test me
The neighbors complain and the cops arrest me
And every person I’ve ever loved has left me
What’s that supposed to say about me?
I was disinvited to a colleague’s wedding
It seems I couldn’t prevent an ugly rumor from spreading
I receieved a memorandum with the following heading
You and me, pistols at dawn
I showed up late but I brought my seconds
We shook hands quickly and chose our weapons
Threw up a coin and it just went on flippin
Til all our hard feelings was gone
Seems like I can’t follow anything thru
I wake up from a nightmare and it just comes true
Meanwhile everything beautiful reminds me of you
Like a star I keep wishin on
Chorus
New York Times said the end was nearing
Paper hit my porch as the smoke was clearing
I’s trine to decide if the sound I’s hearing
Was in or outside of my head
Sun came out around eleven thirty
I tried to see through the flames but my glasses were dirty
I cried out for help but nobody heard me
They probably all thought I was dead
I dragged myself out of the smoldering rubble
Out of the frying pan headed for trouble
Spent my life on the sea, just to drown in a puddle
I swear you couldn’t make this stuff up
I just can’t make up my lost mind it seems
Whether I’m goin or coming apart at the seems
I might be a ghost you know that all that it means
Is that I just can’t let go
Chorus
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So you’ve finally made your peace with those you used to go ahead and make your wars with
I knew you had it in you babe to lay down your sword upon the shield you prayed and swore with
Tell me, can you name the thing it was that made you want to go and change your old ways for forever?
Were you makin adjustments just now when you saw me, or were you just trine to prove that you were clever?
Last we met as I recall you inquired of the whereabouts of your old lover
A man they called by many names and titles that changed as he roamed from one town into another
Your man I know I met one night though I admit it only was in passin
I asked him straight up who he was and like you said he would, he asked me who was askin
I said to take his pick of names, he could call me what he liked for all it mattered
He gestured to a curtain near a window the behind of which a mirror had been shattered
We were in the this hotel bar and seemed the only travelers there who needed restin
I could tell he crawled a thousand miles by his feeble face and the beggars rags he dressed in
For a time we spoke of nothing and only said the things that never needed sayin
Of how he never meant to leave but had to get back to fleein from the debts that needed payin
He said he sposed you’d sent me to find out what became of that widowed heart’s disaster
He said a thing to say to you I couldn’t hear over the thunder’s raging laughter
So now I’ve circled back to you, you know that you’re as hard to find as he is
I tried to trace the love you lost and all I got for clues are my own ideas
But what I still can’t figure out is why you want so bad to know he’s out of rations
As if to know he’d settled down and were fine somewhere were the worst thing you could imagine
I’ve crossed the deserts wild and come within an inch of the maw of the volcano
I’ve poured the legends tall and drunk them deep and know as well they never stay the same though
Been up and down and lost and found and run around back and forth all across the country
I’ve consumed what’s been presumed to be too much, stood up and still been hungry
Now I don’t mean to speak for you, for who am I but a lowly bounty hunter
I’ve been paid to make my way and find out what I can by the contract that I’m under
But if you could within your heart try to make a place that wasn’t such a prison
Perhaps you’d have no need of me and we could both of us just get back to livin
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Talk To Me
04:58
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How’m I supposed to know that you’re angry?
How’m I supposed to know you’re unhappy?
How’m I supposed to know that it ain’t my fault?
You’ve spoken your piece and look, you’ve gone silent
Put down your fists, no need to get violent
You opened the wound, and now you’re just adding salt
Til the whole conversation’s been ground to a screeching halt
Honestly—
I can’t see—
how you ever got to be—so like a rock
That short of a contract deal—
that don’t make anything anymore real—
somehow you still feel—
You can’t even talk—to me
You’re never around on the evenings or weekends
Your secrets unfold as your mystery deepens
the crease of your letter was known to be uncommonly sharp
I’m past any hope or cry of remembering
like a ripening tear in the duct, you’ve been trembling
but tell me again, and forgive me—I’m still in the dark
I can see now what Time will do, yes, it’s left its mark
& I’ve been briefed
Not to turn over a new leaf
Cause it won’t bring no release—to a way that’s been blocked
But can’t you understand
It’ll be out of my hands
How you gonna make any new demands
If you don’t talk—to me?
I tiptoed around and I bent over backwards
Walking on eggshells, I examined your hazards
Raking your bed of coals just brought me to thin ice—
So take all the time in the world that you’re needing
I’ll be alright, it’s not like I’m bleeding
Go and be a good to yourself for once in your life
You don’t need my permission, you don’t even gotta think twice
I’ve been advised
Not to apologize
Tho I don’t think it’s wise—and frankly I’m shocked
That that could be so clear
To someone who ain’t right here
Who don’t know the fear—that you’ve apparently got
And I don’t want to pry
I don’t want to be “that guy”
Cause I know you’re shy—and I guess I’m not
But I’m on my knees
It’s my only need
Please, please, please—won’t you talk—to me?
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Time passes so slow when you’re trying to rise—and you’re sinkin
You wish you were moving on, but you got nowhere to be—and you’re thinking
You grieved with everything you had
Every beat of heart you could allow—
But even doing it all for him
In the end still wasn’t enough somehow—
cause it’s you—
It’s you— —you’re grievin now
The record’s stuck in the groove, repeating a phrase—and you let it
The young man is making his move, he gives you his word—you forget it
You’re still hung up on a choice you made
That you’d’ve undone if time had allowed
But even if he were here
Don’t you think he’d be able to point it out:
That its you—
Its you—you’re grieving now
The faucet’s screwed to the sink, it ain’t going noplace—but its drippin
The rope’s tied fast to the weight swinging high overhead—but it’s slippin
You know you shouldn’t feel bad
And you tell yourself like you was making a vow
Your sorrow’s the size of your love for him
Just like you always knew it was, somehow
But it’s you—
It’s you—you’re grieving now
Once you’d do anything to relieve all the pain—you were feeling
But now you can’t bear to think that numb’s all you are—and you’re healing
Perhaps there’s been some mistake
It’s all been an act, and here comes the bow—
The dead will exit the stage
Leaving the audience better off somehow
But it’s you—
It’s you—you’re grieving now
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Losing You
06:50
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It’s been a while now since the last time we talked
But I been tracing your footsteps in the paths that we walked
And I been kicking myself cause opportunity knocked—
And I didn’t know that it was my cue
And I’m remembering things that I shouldn’t’ve said
Thinking bout what I could’ve told you instead
It makes me wish sometimes that I were actually dead
Rather than merely regretful and blue
The cracks of my fingers the rain’s fallin through
What is it exactly you want me to do?
Maybe I’m losing my sane point of view
But it feels like—I don’t know
It feels like—I don’t know
It feels like I’m losing you—
It feels like I’m losing you
you changed all your habits to suit your new friends
To whom you were never more than a means to an end
You’re much further gone than even you can pretend
Yet you make believe none of it’s new
And you stand by and watch as your handiwork spoils:
As your patience expires and your temperature boils
and from your tenderest gesture the medusa recoils
as if to say it already knew
I’ve examined the floorplan the architect drew
Seems its somekind of labyrinth we’ve been wandering through
And maybe I’ve lost the thread that this needle went to
but it feels like—I don’t know
it feels like—I don’t know
it feels like I’m losing you
you take on too much, you’re like a martyr at dusk
the things that you once believed in you no longer trust
the machinery to help you has taken on rust
and you’ve bitten off more than you can chew
But when I saw you this morning—you seemed in a good place
You had a spring in your step and a smile on your face
I thought you’d be shipwrecked but it wasn’t the case
I wondered just what had come over you?
this war has been raging too long now, it’s true
what was my little big horn was your waterloo
sure, maybe I won me a battle or two
but it feels like—I don’t know
it feels like—I don’t know
it feels like I’m losing you
it feels like I’m losing you
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If I Ain't Got You
04:10
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Got no money in the bank; got no gas inside my tank
I’ve only got myself to thank that I’ve got nothing left to lose
But even if I owned a stitch, somehow got lucky, struck it rich
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
The doctor he reviewed my chart, the nurse she listened to my heart
They asked me bout my history and then both of them withdrew
I’m told that they’re comparing notes, but I still ain’t been diagnosed
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
The judge he made the jury rise, recite the verdict, improvise
It came as no surprise to me that nobody had a clue
The prosecution made a move for what nobody had to prove
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
King Solomon he did command that every person in the land
Should be rounded up and counted with the riches he’d accrued
When he’d totaled all that he owned, he just hung his head and moaned:
Lord knows, I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
There came a crying from the earth, there was a death, there was a birth
I neither could determine nor decide just what was true
The only thing I know for sure, hatred dies, love endures
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
When in trouble hope for change, if in doubt pray for rain
When in Rome, the tourists say, do as the Romans do
But if you won’t give me this dance, please allow me just one more chance
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
Lord knows I ain’t got much if I ain’t got you
Bridges: You’re the only thing that keeps me on the even keel
Who tells it like it is when it just don’t seem for real
You’re the bridge over the highway of a life that I ain’t crossed
Without you I am no one, I am nowhere, I am lost
You’re the reason anything in this crazy world makes sense
Without you life’s a catalogue of random accidents
Causes that have nothing t’all to do with their effects
Dots scattered in a universe that no one else connects
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Keepin Busy
08:13
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Friday night, my baby came home just as tired as could be
I asked her how her day was she said she didn’t want to talk to me
I said how come and she got mad, said cause she was all worn out
And she comes home to find me here sleeping on the couch
I said, Baby, Darlin—you know I ain’t been here all day
I been busy too you know while you have been away
“Oh really?” she said, “Is that so? Well in that case I’d love to hear
Just all about the things you did while I wasn’t here”
I did the laundry, the dishes, I filed the taxes / sent out my resume with necessary attachments
I swept, scraped and mopped the floor / fixed the old hinge on that creaky cellar door
I sent a get well card to your ailing brother, I called and spoke with your ex-step-mother
She said to tell you she’s doin fine, I told her you’d give her a call sometime
I raked the leaves, cleaned out the gutters, painted the door-frames and the window-shutters
I filled out applications for a half-dozen jobs, groomed the cat and walked the dog
I borrowed a mower from the next door neighbor / cut the grass in our yard and in his, as a favor
I cleaned the garage, the attic, the basement / retarred the driveway with quality pavement
I got the kids up, dressed em, made em breakfast / took one to the doctor, one to the dentist
I made their lunches, and gottem to school, picked em up and took em to the swimming pool
I made a list and went grocery shopping, ran seven miles without even stopping
Somewhere in there, I pulled a muscle, did a whole Sunday Times crossword puzzle
I entertained visitors, gave em a tour, I found that lost earring you been looking for
I took out the garbage, brought in the mail, I sold a lot of your junk at a neighbor’s yardsale
I hung your portraits after getting them framed, I organized the spice rack alphabetically by name
I vacuumed and dusted every room and surface, gave every useless trinket a purpose
I found what was wrong with the garbage disposal, I proof-read and edited your meeting proposal
I cooked your favorite meal: vegetable lasagna, set the table and then waited on ya
I went to the post office and then to the bank, went to the gas station, filled up the tank
Then I came back home and cracked open a beer, and that’s the whole story of how I got here
And look, I know it don’t look like I done too much, and I haven’t, don’t get me wrong—
But I been keepin busy, trine to keep from goin crazy—
Yes, I been keepin busy, since you been gone
But it was no use, all my explanations, they were to no avail
Time after time, again and again it seems no matter what I do, I fail
She said she was very sorry, but she didn’t see us working out
And just like that she showed me the door and said, “Alright now, get out!”
For a while I was miserable, I couldn’t seem to catch a break
I didn’t know how much worse it could get, or how much more I could take
Then one day she called me up, said it had been too long a time
When she asked me how I was doin, I told her I was just fine
I invented my very own dietary supplement, I took up yoga, achieved enlightenment,
I burned all those letters that I never sent you, finally read all those books I meant to,
I got membership cards to every local library, I memorized the Oxford English Dictionary
I rented every movie at the video store, watched em all twice, some three times, some four
I joined a gym, lost a few-dozen pounds, believe me it was a lot harder than it sounds,
I rode my bike all across the country, saw how folks was living in the 21st century
I worked some farms and at a couple of factories, water treatment plants, fishing hatcheries
I grew my hair out, then shaved it short—let’s see what else is there to report
I learned to count cards, took up gambling, traveled all over, roaming and rambling
I started a business with the money I won, then sold it to invest in another one
I went back to school got my degrees, my bachelor’s, master’s and a phD
I was nominated for a couple awards for accomplishing the things I’d put my mind towards
I finally learned how to cook and to bake, there’s practically nothing now that I can’t make
I apologized to every person I’d wronged, finished my memoire, wrote a few songs
I penned several drafts of my last testament will, Lord knows I’ve sure had some time to kill
But say how are you doing with your new life? Looks like you’ve merrily been getting along
Yes, well I been keepin busy, trine to keep from going crazy
Yes I just been keepin busy since you been gone
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Anywhere But Here
06:42
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Now I am a taker in this hard-up world, the fortune-teller told me first
She proved it to me when I took her word for every penny it was worth
to this day I still can’t say how it all first came to her so clear
when way back then I was on my way—to anywhere but here
I’s born a long ways from my home, but I been bound there ever since
And I’s made to walk the road alone, in fact, I’ve leapt at every chance
I’ve lost count of both my friends and foes, I can’t keep track of every fallen tear
Good and bad, they come and go—they’re with you anywhere but here
some folks they live in stacks of brick, some in cities of cement
for a long time I was most at home whichever way the railroad went
and every time that station whistle’d call, the sound was music to my ear
the trains they come from no place at all, bound for anywhere but here
It was easy going for a while, I’d say—that is, until the road got rough
And I earned my money in a honest way, until I didn’t have enough
When the time was ripe to make a break, my engine stalled in second gear
I might’ve settled for a simpler fate, one that put me anywhere but here
well I found myself in some trucker bar where the beer was pretty cheap
I drank my fill and went to pay and learned my purse was not so deep
They took what I owed them out of my flesh and threw me out upon my ear
Said I was welcome back anytime—that is, anywhere but here
I always dreampt I’d wind up some place, where all there’d be is time to kill
But where I’m from dreams get replaced by working dayshift at the mill
And the work is hard, and when you’re through, you look back on your career
The old men say it’s all okay—somewhere, anywhere but here
I swear there’s nothing I got left in store, I won’t hand you no excuse
Please just don’t hit me anymore, I can’t take no more abuse
yesterday’s is too far gone, and tomorrow’s never near
you can’t never change the road you’re on—when you’re not anywhere but here
I’s never much of a praying man, the Lord I’d never cause to fear
But if you’re somewhere up there, Old Man, here’s one prayer I hope you hear
If I go gently in the night, or hard, falling down upon my spear
lord, when I die, please just see that I—wind up anywhere but here
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Now That It's Over
05:37
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How you gonna stand there and act like it don’t matter
When with every passin second here, I’m just getting sadder?
You don’t owe me anything, your debt’s as good as paid
You don’t gotta follow through on any of the plans you made
You can come out from your hiding place, pick up the traps you’ve laid
Everywhere throughout these fields of clover
Now—that it’s over
How you gonna stand there and tell me you still love me
When all the while you just been holding sharp and heavy things above me?
You can take down your battleflag, saddle up your mule
Put your needle in the cactusplant, and the thread back on the spool
You don’t have to be afraid now, baby, you can play it cool
Resume your role as the ice queen of October
Now—that it’s over
How you gonna stand there and ask me now for money
And say, what are you laughin for, do you think that this is funny?
You said you’d always be there for me anytime no matter what
You said you’d come and save me if I needed you to, but
I can see that what was in your heart’s just moved into your gut
You don’t have to get clean for me, or sober
Now—that it’s over
How you gonna stand there and pretend you didn’t do it
When you had it comin to me the whole time and you knew it
I don’t have expectations anymore ever since I’ve gotten wise
To your elaborate deceptions which you so cleverly disguise
You think you’re seein clearly but you got wool over your eyes
You needn’t look to see what’s just behind your shoulder
Now—that it’s over
How you gonna stand there and say things’ll all be different
When you don’t have the heart to say it ain’t good when it isn’t?
I’m no longer keeping promises—it’s never done me any good
All that being honest’s shown me is that I’ve never understood
I did it all correctly but my reputation’s in the mud
I’m not making anymore unwarranted disclosures
Now—that it’s over
How you gonna stand there and make like you’re the victim?
When you went out looking for a fight, you found em and you picked em?
Considering the circumstance, it’s a wonder you don’t feel
A little more responsible for your part in the deal
The water flows beneath the bridge, and fortune turns her wheel
I’m not getting any younger here, only older
Now—that it’s over
How you gonna stand there and just tell me to forget it?
When it’ll turn into the end of the whole world if you let it?
The credits here are rolling everybody’s free to leave
You played the game by all the rules and you got your reprieve
You outghtta be more cheerful you got no reason to greive
You don’t have to stand there stone-faced like a soldier
Now—that it’s over
How you gonna stand there and say this ain’t the ending?
Do you mean to say that all along this time you were pretending?
I’d prefer it if you didn’t drag this out into a scene
You don’t have to clarify, we both know what you mean
You can take what’s left of what you own, there’s nothing else to clean
You can leave the coals inside the stove to smolder
Now—that it’s over
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Sam Steffen Boise, Idaho
Sam Steffen is a Pennsylvania-bred, Boise-based singer-songwriter whose songs are the torch-wood for a new generation of folk music that has learned from the best stuff in the tradition and aims in spite of everything to keep the human spirit alive and kicking. A versatile musician and skilled finger-picker, Sam is at heart a story-teller, and a prolific one. ... more
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