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Bright Eyes always gets me on the most emotional level but this song is killin me it's so true. It really captures the loneliness of the party scene. Download for your sweet sad song fix.

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Lua - Bright Eyes

I know that it is freezin, but I think we have to walk. I keep waving at the taxis; they keep turning their lights off. But Julie knows a party at some actor’s west side loft. Supplies are endless in the evening, by the morning they’ll be gone.

When everything gets lonely I can be my own best friend. I’ll grab a coffee and the paper; have my own conversations, with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection. The mask I polish in the evening, by the morning looks like sh!t.

I know you have a heavy heart; I can feel it when we kiss. So many men much stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it. But me I’m not gamble you can count on me to split. The love I sell you in the evening, by the morning won’t exist.

You’re looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black. You just keep going to the bathroom always say you’ll be right back.

Well it takes one to know one, kid, I think you’ve got it bad. But what’s so easy in the evening, by the morning is such a drag.

I’ve got a flask inside my pocket we can share it on the train. If you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same. We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain. But what was normally in the evening, by the morning seems insane.

And I’m not sure what the trouble was that started all of this. The reasons have run away but the feeling never did. It’s not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live. Cause what is simple in the moonlight, by the morning never is. What’s so simple in the moonlight, by the morning is so complicated. What’s so simple in the moonlight… so simple in the moonlight… so simple in the moonlight.

Bring me more, Skanks, of life's sweet, sad music. I'm in the mood.

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[color:"red"] Up To Me

~B.Dylan

Everything went from bad to worse, money never changed a thing,

Death kept followin', trackin' us down, at least I heard your bluebird sing.

Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy,

I know you're long gone,

I guess it must be up to me.

If I'd thought about it I never would've done it, I guess I would've let it slide,

If I'd lived my life by what others were thinkin', the heart inside me would've died.

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity,

Someone had to reach for the risin' star,

I guess it was up to me.

Oh, the Union Central is pullin' out and the orchids are in bloom,

I've only got me one good shirt left and it smells of stale perfume.

In fourteen months I've only smiled once and I didn't do it consciously,

Somebody's got to find your trail,

I guess it must be up to me.

It was like a revelation when you betrayed me with your touch,

I'd just about convinced myself that nothin' had changed that much.

The old Rounder in the iron mask slipped me the master key,

Somebody had to unlock your heart,

He said it was up to me.

Well, I watched you slowly disappear down into the officers' club,

I would've followed you in the door but I didn't have a ticket stub.

So I waited all night 'til the break of day, hopin' one of us could get free,

When the dawn came over the river bridge,

I knew it was up to me.

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk

Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.

Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?

You looked a little burned out, my friend,

I thought it might be up to me.

Well, I met somebody face to face and I had to remove my hat,

She's everything I need and love but I can't be swayed by that.

It frightens me, the awful truth of how sweet life can be,

But she ain't a-gonna make me move,

I guess it must be up to me.

We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,

It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.

When you bite off more than you can chew you pay the penalty,

Somebody's got to tell the tale,

I guess it must be up to me.

Well, Dupree came in pimpin' tonight to the Thunderbird Cafe,

Crystal wanted to talk to him, I had to look the other way.

Well, I just can't rest without you, love, I need your company,

But you ain't a-gonna cross the line,

I guess it must be up to me.

There's a note left in the bottle, you can give it to Estelle,

She's the one you been wond'rin' about, but there's really nothin' much to tell.

We both heard voices for a while, now the rest is history,

Somebody's got to cry some tears,

I guess it must be up to me.

So go on, boys, and play your hands, life is a pantomime,

The ringleaders from the county seat say you don't have all that much time.

And the girl with me behind the shades, she ain't my property,

One of us has got to hit the road,

I guess it must be up to me.

And if we never meet again, baby, remember me,

How my lone guitar played sweet for you that old-time melody.

And the harmonica around my neck, I blew it for you, free,

No one else could play that tune,

You know it was up to me.

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[color:"red"]I don't know why, but this song always gives me chills and brings a tear to my eye. It even happened while I was writing the lyrics below...

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The Longest Road

-Stephen Fearing

I'm standing at a window.

I'm pressed against the past.

I'm looking on in black and white

through the eyes of photographs

and I'm falling into faces,

cultivated smiles

two dimensional

Je me souviens Canada.

Out of Gastown in the morning

in a train in '69

into the arc weld of the rising sun

we left the coast behind

and the wheels rolling a rhythm

I heard in them for the first time

the endless song of travelling out of Canada.

Oh Canada;

the longest road I've known,

paved with the kind of broken hearts

that lead to broken homes

looking backwards, I remember

the cracks in all the paving stones

the distances I've travelled out of Canada.

Through the dog days of the prairies

the boundless sky above our heads

my stepfather looked for mounties

in the streets of Winnipeg

and he told them that my mother's love

had stole his heart away...

We all stood there posed for polaroids

of Canada.

Oh Canada;

the longest road I've known,

paved with the kind of broken hearts

that lead to broken homes

looking backwards, I remember

the cracks in all the paving stones

the distances I've travelled out of Canada.

I awoke wrapped in my mother's arms

on the docks of Montreal.

The ships lit like Christmas

and the moon a swollen ball

when a sailor spoke of England

I'd never felt so small.

I waited till the ocean deepened

emerald to grey

the wind threshed the water

washed our wake away

and the seagulls blew like words

back to the mouth of the St. Lawrence

as we sailed out on the Emperess of Canada.

Oh Canada;

the longest road I've known,

paved with the kind of broken hearts

that lead to broken homes

looking backwards, I remember

the cracks in all the paving stones

the distances I've travelled out of Canada.

The first country of my youth,

my heart was ever drawn to you,

like a tongue to a broken tooth

in a world where everyone was

always leaving

I was trying to keep my fingertips

on Canada.

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SOMETHING IS BURNING, BABY. BOB DYLAN.

Something is burning, baby, are you aware?

Something is the matter, baby, there's smoke in your

hair

Are you still my friend, baby,show me a sign.

Is the love in your heart for me turning blind?

You've been avoiding the main streets for a long, long while

The truth that I'm seeking is in your missing file

What's your position, baby, what's going on?

Why is the light in your eyes nearly gone?

I know everything about this place, or so it seems

Am I no longer apart of your plans or your dreams?

Well, it is so obvious that something has changed

What's happening, baby, to make you act so strange?

Something is burning, baby, here's what I say

Even the bloodhounds of London couldn't find you

today

I see the shadow of a man, baby, makin' you blue

Who is he, baby, and what's he to you?

We've reached the edge of the road, baby, where the

pasture begins

Where charity is supposed to cover up a multitude of

sins

But where do you live, baby, and where is the light?

Why are your eyes just staring off in the night?

I can feel it in the night when I think of you

I can feel it in the light and it's got to be true

You can't live by bread alone, you won't be

satisfied

Got to start someplace, baby, can you explain?

Please don't fade away on me, baby, like the

midnight train

Answer me, baby, a casual look will do

Just what in the world has come over you?

I can feel it in the wind and it's upside down

I can feel it in the dust as I get off the bus on

the outskirts of town

I've had the Mexico City blues since the last

hairpin curve

I don't wanna see you bleed, I know what you need

but it aint what you deserve

Something is burning, baby, something's in flames

There's a man going 'round calling names

Ring down when you're ready, baby, I'm waiting for

you

I believe in the impossible, you know that I do.

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Got no time for the corner boys

Down in the street makin' all that noise

Don't want no whores on Eighth Avenue

Cause tonight I'm gonna be with you

Cause tonight I'm gonna take that ride

Across the river to the Jersey side

Take my baby to the carnival

And I'll take you on all the rides

Down the shore everything's alright

You with your baby on a Saturday night

Don't you know that all my dreams come true

When I'm walkin' down the street with you

Sing sha la la la la sha la la la la la la la la

Sha la la la la la sha la la la la la

I'm in love with a Jersey girl

Sha la la la la sha la la la la la yeah yeah yeah

Sha la la la la sha la la la la la

You know she thrills me with all her charms

When I'm wrapped up in my baby's arms

My little angel gives me everything

I know someday that she'll wear my ring

So don't bother me cause I got no time

I'm on my way to see that girl of mine

Nothin' else matters in this whole wide world

When you're in love with a Jersey girl

Sing sha la la la sha la la la la la yeah yeah

Sha la la sha la la sha la la la la

I'm in love with a Jersey girl

Sha la la la sha la la la la la la yeah yeah

Sha la la sha la la sha la la la la la

And I call your name, I can't sleep at night

Sha la la la sha la la la la la la la la yeah

Sha la la la la sha la la la la

I'm in love with a Jersey girl

Sha la la la yeah, don't bother me just ain't got no time

Sha la la la la la la la la

I'm in love, I'm in love with a Jersey girl

Sha la la sha la la sha la la la la la

dammit, tom...

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Black Muddy River

When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,

And the hot sun chills me to the bone,

when I can't hear the song for the singer,

And I can't tell my pillow from a stone,

I will walk alone by the black muddy river,

And sing me a song of my own,

I will walk alone by the black muddy river,

And sing me a song of my own.

When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain,

And the stars start to splatter in the sky,

When the moon hits the southwest horizon,

with the scream of an eagle on the fly,

I will walk alone by the black muddy river,

And listen to the ripples as they moan,

I will walk alone by the black muddy river,

And listen to the ripples as they moan,

I will walk alone by the black muddy river,

And sing me a song of my own.

Black muddy river, roll on forever,

I don't care how deep or wide, if you've got another side,

roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll

When it seems like the night will last forever,

And there's nothing left to do but count the years,

When the strings of my heart begin to sever,

And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears,

I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,

And dream me a dream of my own,

I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,

And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song

of my own.

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its just so nice, i'll post it twice...

Well, when you’re sitting there

In your silk upholstered chair

Talking to some rich folks that you know

Well I hope you won’t see me

In my ragged company

You know I could never be alone

Take me down little susie, take me down

I know you think you’re the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning

Send me dead flowers by the mail

Send me dead flowers to my wedding

And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

Well, when you’re sitting back

In your rose pink cadillac

Making bets on kentucky derby day

I’ll be in my basement room

With a needle and a spoon

And another girl to take my pain away

Take me down little susie, take me down

I know you think you’re the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning

Send me dead flowers by the mail

Send me dead flowers to my wedding

And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

Take me down little susie, take me down

I know you think you’re the queen of the underground

And you can send me dead flowers every morning

Send me dead flowers by the us mail

Say it with dead flowers at my wedding

And I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

No I won’t forget to put roses on your grave

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(Here's one for ya Country Cowboy)

Oh, I guess you can stay here tonight

I'll pay for the breakfast when dark becomes light

But if for some reason I buy you a ring

Don't get your hopes up it won't mean a thing.

And then if I say what you'd rather not hear.

Just let it flow out the opposite ear.

Most of my words are meant just for today

And there's limited truth in the things that I say.

[Chorus]

Nothing works as its written.

Try to feed and you'll be bitten.

Try to practice what you read.

And more than likely you'll bleed.

[back to same]

But none of this matters now that your here.

You really can't leave till you finish that beer.

Somewhere inside us our needs are the same.

The difference come morning is you'll know my name.

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