1. |
On the Other Hand
04:00
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I watched you fall
You couldn’t catch me
We made the point
In the madness
What brought the end
So abruptly
This time I really mean it
First one to go
Last one to guzzle down
Last complaint about something
That doesn’t even matter now
I watched it wash away
We felt it slowly disappear
You saw me first
Downward spiral
Captured in time
Following footsteps
Was it too late
Beyond the chaos
This time I really beat it
Look at the tremors
Look at the clocks
First complaint about something
That doesn’t even matter
I watched it wash away
You seemed to have no fear
We felt it slowly disappear
It wasn’t that
I didn’t want to listen
I know you think that
I didn’t want to hear it
I watched it wash away
We felt it slowly disappear
I watched it wash away
And slowly disappear
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2. |
Paint
04:32
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I wanted to paint those lines
Now I try to say them
I thought I could write those songs
And I even try to sing them
I wanted to draw from those times
Now I work hard to forget them
Why go through all the effort
Too much detail in my head
If you ask me it’s no bother
What else would I do instead
I tried not to pull from those times
There’s no way to forget them
But the sun still comes up
Always without warning
Late at night the moon is waxing
Somewhere just before the rising
I wanted to draw the line
Now I just paint around them
Colors bleed across the canvas
Why doesn’t it come together
But the sun still comes up
Always without warning
Late at night the moon is waxing
Somewhere just before the rising
Somewhere just
Somewhere just before the rising
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3. |
Used to Say
03:00
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Maybe as time moves out and we all get a little colder
Somethings get muddy and I feel the cringe creep slower
One chance at calling
One more chance to see
How it says to me
Better push it down
After all this time, I still can’t believe
What you thought you said to fit was quickly squandered
Maybe it’s time well spent on some deeper shallow meaning
One chance at calling
One more chance to see
How it says to me
Better push it down
After all this time, I still can’t believe
It’s too easy to blame that was then
Don’t look backward and parse every word
It’s too easy to sit and blame that was then
Let’s move forward and check at every turn
One chance at calling
One more chance to see
How it says to me
Better push it down
After all this time, I still can’t believe
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4. |
What For
03:25
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There must be some great big storage tank
Some place where everything is filed
For good
47 bits of paper bundled
Does anyone take notice if it’s not
In style
Can you check to see if anybody’s asked about me
Sorry to bother
I just called you yesterday
Could you let me know
If the situation changes
Should I try to cobble together
One more string
Too long lazy splinter
Can you check to see if anybody’s asked about me
Sorry to pester
I just rang you yesterday
Would you let me know
If the situation changes
What ever happened to that thing you did
I’m sure I must have seen it
Remind me again
Would you check to see if anybody’s asked about me
Sorry to bother
I just called you yesterday
Could you let me know
Would you let me know
If the situation changes
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5. |
Disagree
03:21
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I’m not saying that I don’t care
There’s no reason for me to read about it
Because I’m not ready
I’ll take my place
I know you said it
And there’s no repercussions
Everyone takes proper steps to bury
Keep you head down and this mess
Won’t come back to haunt you
You’ve said enough
I know I heard it
You haven’t said anything at all
I’ve had enough
I’ll hold my tongue
It’s not that we disagree
There’s no reason in your foundation
I’m not ready
I’ll take my place
You never said anything at all
I’m not ready
I’ll take my place
I’m not ready
I’ll bite my tongue
I’m not saying that I don’t care.
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6. |
Empty Room
03:29
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Don’t you think it’s time to be strangers
If you know that we’ve had enough
Never rot where you’re standing
Skip the pitfalls and the dangers
Just come back and say you're sorry
Let’s move on with a phony smile
Close your eyes if you think you’re dying
Close your mind one final time
Say so long to these faded pictures
Say goodbye to this empty room
Here’s the last note from the wicked
I don’t want to cause you pain
Letters unread burn in the fire
Everything has turned out crooked
I heard you say that I’m a coward
I suppose your guess is as good as mine
Close your eyes if you think you’re dying
Close your mind one final time
Say so long to these faded pictures
Say goodbye to this empty room
You wake and find another city
Never seen from a hotel room
Speak in phony southern accents
Using words just to try to show them
Close your eyes if you think you’re dying
Close your mind one final time
Say so long to these faded pictures
Say goodbye to this empty room
Won’t you say goodbye
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John McCabe Laguna Niguel, California
Musician / Artist based in Laguna Niguel,
California. All songs are jangly guitar, alternative, sort of alt-country stuff;
all Singles are self produced in my home studio and EPs were recorded and produced at Janky East Studios (Los Angeles), by John Kimbrough. All songs John McCabe / ©Shelf Talker Music (ASCAP). Enjoy.
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