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The Famous Rocket Cage
03:49
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Did you ever step inside the Famous Rocket Cage
When the Magic Carnival traveled through?
I was only nine years old but tall for my age
Looking to cheat gravity and shooting for the moon
And as he strapped me in the Carny winked at me
He said hold on son this will all be over soon
Blasting off and spinning 'round, crashing hard back to the ground
Couldn't tell if I was up or down 'till I opened my eyes
Banging around like a rock in a can I had more fun than I could stand
I guess it ain't where you're going man, it's all about the ride
Did you ever cast your thumb out on the interstate
Like some lonely fisherman out on the sea?
Didn't know where I was going so I left it all to fate
Not a dime in my pocket I was free as I could be
And as I buckled in, the driver winked at me
she said son you'd better keep me company
Blasting off and spinning 'round, crashing hard back to the ground
Couldn't tell if I was up or down 'till I opened my eyes
Banging around like a rock in a can I had more fun than I could stand
I guess it ain't where you're going man, it's all about the ride
Did you ever step on board a mysterious train
As it rumbled through the landscape of your mind
Last night I had a dream I was standing in the rain
With a ticket in my pocket for the Southern Central Line
And as he took my bag, the porter winked at me
He said son I ain't seen you for some time
Blasting off and spinning 'round, crashing hard back to the ground
Couldn't tell if I was up or down 'till I opened my eyes
Banging around like a rock in a can I had more fun than I could stand
I guess it ain't where you're going man, it's all about the ride
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Man of Consequence
04:04
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When i was young i often played alone in my own world
I'd be the one to save the day and always get the girl
But even heroes need some luck I've known that ever since
You gave your hand now here I stand a man of consequence
I'd fallen short so many times that I no longer tried
With every bruise life left its mark upon my wounded pride
But everything changed the day you came to my defense
You gave your hand now here I stand a man of consequence
A dream will dim and fade away when life is less than kind
And glory is a fickle star that may not ever shine
Sometimes it takes a miracle you must be heaven sent
You gave your hand and here I stand a man of consequence
You gave your hand now here I stand your man, your man, your man, your man, your man of consequence
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St. Pauline
04:05
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Who speaks for all the living martyrs
Trying to keep their babies fed
Who cries tears of holy water
Not all the saints are dead
With a love as big as the ocean
She's got me on my knees
Gonna give her all of my devotion
Saint Pauline, Saint Pauline
Pauline used to play dress up
Now she never hits the town
Three kids she doesn't want to mess up
so she never lets 'em down
She's a modern miracle worker
Yeah she's got me living clean
Got me saving all of my love for her
Saint Pauline, Saint Pauline
Tell the Pope and all of his cardinals
There's no need to pray for me
I've got Pauline
With a love as big as the ocean
She's got me on my knees
Gonna give her all of my devotion
Saint Pauline, Saint Pauline, Saint Pauline
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Haze Gray
01:43
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Flesh and Bone
04:03
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Somewhere beyond your pride
there is a tiny spark
glowing way down deep inside
Something left to burn
in quiet solitude
as the years like pages turn
And I will call it good
When I shed this flesh and bone
And no matter how many miles I stray
Someday I'm going home
We never count the cost
But sometimes catch a glimpse
when the innocence is lost
And wonder who we are
With our faces to the sky
Searching for a guiding star
And I will call it good
When I shed this flesh and bone
And go dancing down on the milky way
Someday I'm going home
Mama take my hand
The salt is on your lips and
your feet are on the sand
And somewhere a little girl
Is laughing through the tears
Of this cruel and crazy world
And I will call it good
When I shed this flesh and bone
And no matter how many miles I stray
Someday I'm going home
And no matter how many miles I stray
Someday I'm going home
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Five Bucks
03:19
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Well you know I love you baby
You're the queen of all my dreams
You know I want to treat you right
And buy you pretty, pretty things
I want to give you all that you desire
And turn the lights down low
But before we take this thing too far
There's something you should know
5 bucks, 5 bucks, a Lincoln's all I got
5 bucks, 5 bucks, that'll buy a whole lot of doodlie squat
Now that you know what you're gettin'
I'm praying everything will be alright
But 5 bucks, 5 bucks says I'll be alone tonight
Before you go and break my heart
there's something you should do
remember what your momma said
Find a heart that's true
Yeah the very best things in life are free
And I believe without a doubt
Money comes and money goes
But it's the thought that counts
5 bucks, 5 bucks, a Lincoln's all I got
5 bucks, 5 bucks, that'll buy a whole lot of doodly squat
Now that you know what you're gettin'
I'm praying everything will be alright
But 5 bucks, 5 bucks says I'll be alone tonight
So long Mr. Jackson
goodbye Mr. Grant
If you see Mr. Franklin tell him I need one more chance
5 bucks, 5 bucks, a Lincoln's all I got
5 bucks, 5 bucks, that'll buy a whole lot of doodly squat
Now that you know what you're gettin'
I'm praying everything will be alright
But 5 bucks, 5 bucks says I'll be alone tonight
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A Poor Man's Dream
03:19
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I dig too deep and I get bogged down
But if I had wings I'd leave the ground
And fly just as far as I could from this town
If I had wings I'd leave this town
I search the sea but I never find a pearl
But if love knew me I'd smile at the world
And I'd make you so happy, make you my girl
If love knew me you'd be my girl
A poor man's dream ain't nothing but a shadow
The ghost of things he'll never do
But every now and then that old sun shines
On a poor man's dream coming true
I've been everywhere forever on my own
But if you answered my prayer never would I roam
And wherever you are I'd call that my home
If you answered my prayer then where would I roam?
A poor man's dream ain't nothing but a shadow
The ghost of things he'll never do
But every now and then that old sun shines
On a poor man's dream coming true
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Sweet Enabler
03:17
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Won't you be my sweet enabler
And I'll be your losing cause
The cards are already on the table
And the writing's on the wall
Help me waste my potential
On a legendary fall
Help me face the consequences
When I'm the man who had it all
Won't you be my sweet enabler
And I'll be your losing cause
The cards are already on the table
And the writing's on the wall
I'm your Sid, you're my Nancy
You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde
Pay your money, take your chances
They can't say we never tried
Won't you be my sweet enabler
And I'll be your losing cause
The cards are already on the table
And the writing's on the wall
The cards are already on the table
And the writing's on the wall
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When the shouting is over
And we sound the retreat
Will we march into darkness
Will we dance in the street
Will we lay down a garland
At each other's feet
When the shouting is over
And we sound the retreat
When the shouting is over
And the dust has cleared
Will we finally see then
The things we hold dear
Will we bathe in the silence
And wash away all our fear
When the shouting is over
And the dust has cleared
When the damage is done
Will we know who to blame
Will we know who has won
This dangerous game
When the shouting is over
And the fires subside
Will I know who you are love
When I look in your eyes
Will we part in sorrow
Knowing we tried
When the shouting is over
When the fires subside
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Loudmouth
02:19
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Loudmouth, stuff your cheeks full of cotton
Loudmouth, so vacuous and rotten
You're spillin' out your bile like your momma never loved you
Like you're angry at the world for the mirrors in your room
I've never seen such a chip on a shoulder
Those alligator tears got you rolling in the dough
Making all your money poking fires til they smolder
I'm glad you dig the heat 'cause the Devil's got your soul
Loudmouth, stuff your cheeks full of cotton
Loudmouth, so vacuous and rotten
You're spillin' out your bile like your momma never loved you
Like you're angry at the world for the mirrors in your room
I can't take my eyes off your self righteous beauty
A pretty little package with the poison underneath
Making ignorance a virtue like it was your civic duty
While you're winking at the camera and lying through your teeth
Loudmouth, stuff your cheeks full of cotton
Loudmouth, so vacuous and rotten
You're spillin' out your bile like your momma never loved you
Like you're angry at the world for the mirrors in your room
What do you do for your recreation?
When the microphone is dead and your purpose is unclear?
Do me a favor, take a permanent vacation
Mix 30 oxycontin with a cigar and a beer.
Loudmouth, stuff your cheeks full of cotton
Loudmouth, so vacuous and rotten
You're spillin' out your bile like your momma never loved you
Like you're angry at the world for the mirrors in your room
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Melanie
01:46
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Melanie says that she loves me
She takes me to the kissing tree
Before the whole world and all to see
I can't believe it
I can't believe it
How do you catch a falling star
Melanie she broke my heart
Left me to wear the ruddy scar
Where she did leave it
Where she did leave it
Melanie--ay
You ruined me, you ruined me
Melanie-ay
You ruined me that day
Melanie--ay
You ruined me, you ruined me
Melanie-ay
You ruined me that day
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What We Might Have Been
03:38
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What we might have been
We can't know for certain
It's too late to find out
And that's the worst part
Such a beautiful scene
But now it's time to draw the curtain
What we might have been
Is breaking my heart
What we might have been
Waits on the top stair
As real as a memory,
Soft as stone
Crushing me under
the burden of thin air
What we might have been
Won't leave me alone
Fate's just a way
To make sense of disaster
When Free Will is tired of
Taking the blame
But the music of Chance
is teardrops and laughter
And what we might have been
Keeps calling my name
What we might have been
Is my great masterpiece
Though the canvas is empty
And the gallery is closed
It's painted with colors
That have never been seen
What we might have been
God only knows
What we might have been
won’t leave me alone
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13. |
I Talk Too Much
02:49
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I talk too much
Can't hold my tongue
Can't help but sing
'til my song is sung
I know the future's
Here today
But the more I talk
The less I say
Words are cheap
From one of the boys
If you could cut
Through the noise
You'd hear the beat
Of a heart so true
No need to speak
When love will do
A careless phrase
Might kill the mood
like a fly that lands
on your food
It's time i learned
to shut up
get to the point
I talk too much
I talk too much
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July
04:35
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Just a crusty old dog with a worn out guitar
by now he thought he'd be dead
If a fastball didn't kill him then surely his heart
would have failed from disinterest or dread
Some try to hold on to what's left of July
With a misguided trust in fate
Some they are willing to fall or to fly
Some never step to the plate
He came to this city from a dusty home town
Believing it wouldn't take long
From the minors to the majors he followed the sound
chasin' the words of a song
Some try to hold on to what's left of July
With a misguided trust in fate
Some they are willing to fall or to fly
Some never step to the plate
No time to feel sorry for the things that he missed
Or the chances that he threw away
So he'll go out swinging on the payoff pitch
Just hoping to put it in play
Some try to hold on to what's left of July
With a misguided trust in fate
Some they are willing to fall or to fly
Some never step to the plate
Some may be willing to fall or to fly
some never step to the plate
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15. |
Epilogue
01:27
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Donal Hinely Nashville, Tennessee
In 1994, Hinely left his hometown of Denton, TX and moved to Nashville. A prolific writer and recording artist, he has 17 albums to his credit including the folk chart topping Giants (2005). Hinely also entertains thousands of people each year at festivals and street fairs playing his glass harmonica. He learned to play the instrument from his late brother Terry, a self-taught master of the art. ... more
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