1. |
What If
03:37
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What if this becomes the last song I ever write?
The words won’t flow and my voice runs dry.
And this whole damn thing disappears.
What if this becomes the last place I ever know?
No more wasted hours in crooked clothes.
And all the things I thought I’d do
I’m all and I’m nothing.
And everything is unknown.
But here’s to hoping I hold on.
What if this becomes the last face I ever see?
Your furrowed brow and tired eyes on me.
And no heavenly host would proclaim.
It’ll all look and smell the same.
But it won’t be.
We’re all and we’re nothing.
And everything is unknown.
But here’s to hoping we hold on.
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2. |
In Between
04:35
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Nevermind the horrors that you’ve seen.
They’ll all tell you it’s bad bad dream.
But I know, yes I know, what is real and what’s not.
So I’ll go, yes I’ll go, in between with you.
I could tell you all the things you’ll have to lose.
But why shame you with more bad news
And I know, yes I know, that it’s not your fault.
So I’ll go, yes I’ll go, in between with you.
And I know, yes I know, that it’s not your fault.
So I’ll go, yes I’ll go, in between with you.
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3. |
Don't You
04:02
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Don’t you always want more?
Don’t you expect the worst?
Don’t you look for the cracks in things?
Don’t you want the bubble to burst?
Like me
I don’t want the dark
But it thrives in me
I feel like I’m the only one
But I know……
Don’t you beat yourself up inside?
Don’t you compare your life to theirs?
Don’t you think you deserve the pain?
Don’t you think that life is unfair?
Like me
I can only hope
That I’ll grow out of despair
I know I’m not the only one
But who cares…….
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4. |
Bad Memory
04:17
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I remember when
Before our bitter end
When all our stars were in line
And you wooed me with lover’s rhymes
There was no way to know
When love would come and then go
And I’m gonna be just a bad memory
We burned from both ends
Not too long but too intense
The smoke that stung our eyes
Made our love turn into lies
And all we left behind
Would disappear in time
And I’m gonna be just a bad memory
Now you come in dreams
A ghost heart that never weaned
A phantom limb still in pain
A face I knew without a name
But I wonder why it still shows
Have I truly let it go?
And I’m gonna be just a bad memory
But I don’t wanna be just a bad memory
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5. |
A Minha Outra
03:36
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A minha outra
Não sorria
Ela sò sentia dor
A minha outra
Não sonhava mais
Ela sò comia pò
Que ela faz
È nunca mais
A minha outra
Eu não gostava mais
Ela sò deixa tudo para atràs
Que ela faz
È nunca mais
Aprender
Sobreviver
Espaço entre eu and I
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6. |
Time Will Tell
04:07
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Time will tell
Don’t worry no more
Just close your eyes and open the door
What will come?
I’ve got no clue
But I know that everyone is pulling for you
Darkness comes
At the end of the day
But I’ll be the one with guns, the one who stays
So go inside
Make yourself at home
You’re not the only one, you’re not alone
Time will tell
Time will tell
Time will tell
Time will tell
Time will tell……..
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7. |
O Tempo Diga
04:19
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What am I so afraid of?
What are you hiding from?
I’m hiding too.
O tempo diga
O tempo diga
O tempo diga
O tempo diga
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8. |
Hey Girl
04:55
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Hey girl, did you notice me?
I’m the one that you cannot see
In the house you call your home
Hey boy, did you hear me there?
I’m the noise underneath the stairs
Where they held me long ago
I can see him smiling
As he pulled the rope so tight
He said, “just trust me, darlin”
I’ll tuck you in tonight
Hey girl, what’s the point of this?
Should I go where I can get some rest?
And leave you all behind
But who would know my story?
Of how I fought and lost this war.
He still lives while I did the dyin’
So what’s this haunting for?
So what’s this haunting for?
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9. |
Shifting Sand
03:09
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Too much time
Too much blood on my hands
I’ve run dry
Wasted all of my demands
And I waited so long to land
That no one gives a damn
Too much wrong
Too much right with this plan
Hope lives on
In the heart of a man
And I thought I held it in my hand
But you made it out of shifting sand
Don’t you want me to be
The kind that always feels free
The myths and lies that tell you happy ever after
They’re not for me
Too much hope
Too much love will kill a man
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10. |
Should I
04:46
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Should I stay home?
And write songs of love for no one at all.
Or should I sing out on the town?
And keep pushing stones up hills alone and wondering why.
oooooo
What would you do?
Should I give up?
Make my empty womb a living room for us
Or should I give it one more year
I’ll finally see the good in me and my doubts will disappear
oooooo
What would you do?
Why do I make hard?
I take the game too far
oooooo
What should I do?
oooooo
What should I do?
oooooo
What should I do?
oooooo
What should I do?
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Angela James Chicago, Illinois
Angela James’ music brings to mind the rich, deep voices of artists like Patsy Cline and Rosanne Cash with the narrative sensibility of more modern female troubadours like Neko Case and Gillian Welch.
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