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Song for Tom Petty
03:55
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When life’s too tough
And it knocks you to the ground
And getting back up
Feels like the worst idea around
When your heroes fall
And there’s no stars left up in the sky
When your guiding light
Burns out without saying goodbye
You get back up
It’s not your turn
You get back up
You’ve still got time to burn
Don’t waste it on the past
Cause time is slipping fast
Yeah, time is slipping
We never forget
Where we were when we heard the news
Everything changed
Never knew how bad it felt lose
Your guiding light
That voice that got you through
The world feels small
Smaller without you
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Let's Build a Home
02:37
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Well I’ve got a hammer and I’ve got a mind
To build us a place for our good times
You’ve got a nail and well, you’ve got me
Let’s come together and build some history
A place for all of our friends to unwind
When it’s time to relax and leave the day behind
Something strong built in good company
A place for friends, a place for family
In our new home, I think we’ll need
A place for every single book we’ll ever read
I’ve got some guitars and a pile of chords
We’ll pass’em round to our friends when we get bored
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I'm Coming Through
05:51
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I wrote a song for you, it’s called “I’m Coming Through”
About the way things get, about life and regret
And all I’ve done to you, watch out, I’m coming through
When I came through, I came through like a hurricane
I’d lift you up, then let you down, and blow on through
When you’d come to, awake from our fantasy
The cold reality, set in, when I withdrew
You deserved much better than a broken heart
I was a selfish man, searching in the dark
Feeling around in the night
Like a stumbling drunk in a stranger’s house
All that time you spent counting on me
I’d give it back but then where would we be?
We’re all put together by the pieces of our past
Like a perfect puzzle of broken glass, our broken pasts
What I owe you, I can’t begin to articulate
I don’t dare to speculate, how much I learned from you
We all take a little piece from the ones we love
I hope I’ve given back enough
I’m trying to be the best version of me
so I can keep you smiling indefinitely
I am nothing but a man, pieces of my past, and all my future plans
I am nothing but a man, a puzzle of my past, with pieces in your hands
I’m in your hands
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No One Was Home
04:52
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That crazy old lady that lived on her own
Had been a small town staple since before we were grown
She once was a young girl and the boys noticed her
They held the door, but nothing more, for they had already learned
Their fathers had warned them about teasing that girl
It wasn’t right, so be polite, she’s in her own little world
Yeah ever since the accident she’s in her own little world
She lived with the lights on, but no one was home
She was loved by her neighbors for her comic relief
They watched out for passing cars when she danced in the street
She once stripped off her thrift store clothes, to be in the nude
Which drew a small crowd in the store, amidst the frozen foods
After that little incident they tried to send her away
It was the christian thing to do, so they held hands to pray
But times being tough and budgets being cut
The nervous hospital was shuttered and shut
She held a job at the county store bagging the goods
When she left at night, she went alone, and walked through the woods
She liked the peace and quiet there past the edge of the town
It’s easiest to be yourself with no one around
The birds sang their hearts out that glorious night
It was hotter than a frying pan and the stars burst with light
Getting home just to be alone, never bothered her
She had everything she’d ever need, in her own little world
She lived with the lights on, but no one was home
She was loved by her neighbors for her comic relief
And they watched out for cars while she waltzed in the street
She lived with the lights on, but no one was home
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5. |
Looking Back
04:33
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When we were younger, I thought I knew it all
That reckless hunger, I marvel at the the gaul
The guts to just get up and do it
You’d have to be nuts to live through it
And not just say screw it
Take a look back through the years
At our triumphs and our tears
The highest highs and the lowest lows
I’m ready now to let them go
You took the high road, looking down your nose at me
You took a clean road, didn’t wanna get dirty with me
Looking back now is it better?
Cast a glance over your shoulder
Now that you’re older
Like a roadside car crash, we all look back to see, what we can see
But our lives are just a footnote, in a story too long to read, too long to read
And there’s no sense in pretending, that anything’s guaranteed
It must be lonely, walking up so high above
We know it’s lonely, we’ve all walked away from love
If hindsight’s 20/20
Then why is everything so sunny?
Looking back, ain’t it funny?
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Arizona moon keep shining
From the desert sky above
You know pretty soon
That big yellow moon
Will light the way back
To the one you love
Blue shadows on the trail
Little cowboy, close your eyes and dream
All of the doggies are in the corral
All of your work is done
Just close your eyes and dream little pal
Dream of someone
Blue shadows on the trail
Soft wind blowing through the trees above
All of the other little cowboys
Back in the bunkhouse now, so
Close your eyes and ...dream
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7. |
Here and Now
03:26
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Psychedelic Sally with flowers in her hair
Tripped from Coachella to the Renaissance Faire
She truly believed she was queen of the land
She wore little crown and sang with the band
The band, yeah
Lost in time and space she found a way to feel ok
Lost in time and space now doesn’t that sound great?
Do your fantasies require time machines?
Or are you living in the here and now?
Do all your fantasies require time machines?
Or are you living in the here and now?
Dirigible Jack and his cool mustache
Ran a speakeasy and a yoga class
Rode his unicycle to the Lindy Hop
Never did know how to get it to stop
I’ve been around the world and I’ve seen a thing or two
I know we’re all in search of just how to live but do your fantasies…
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8. |
Lefty and Pancho
06:00
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Legend has it Lefty got his nickname from being a punk rock Communist
Well I’m here to set the story straight, although that pretty much was the gist
But if Lefty was a commie, it was only in the very best sense of the word
He believed in equality and hard work, yet also that every voice should be heard
A friend to Native peoples, the people of this land, he was welcomed in their homes
He travelled up and down Route 66, where the buffalo used to roam
Now Lefty liked to point and click and catch life through his lens
He’d been to Cuba, learned to hula, then came back again
We once went on a pleasure cruise that didn’t go nowhere
Not being slaves to fashion we cut off all our hair
If we could remember now, all that we knew then
We’d give’em hell, we’d scream and yell, and not be such gentlemen
Last I heard, old Lefty’s in New Mexico
I’m in California with Pancho
Because the desert’s too quiet and Cleveland’s too cold
Pancho was a dreamer an artist if you will
The creative kind with a lust for life
And more ideas than a porcupine has quills
With a memory like an elephant, he knew the truths behind your tales
But like a true and proper gentleman, his discretion never failed
Pancho and me, had been in jam or three, but we came out mostly unbruised
We painted the town, galavanted around, like we had nothing in the world to lose
Pancho was a Scottish man of Mexican descent
He left the world a better place no matter where he went
He spent some days and learned the ways of the sultans of the East
He drank with kings in Austria then back to the belly of the beast
I met my two amigos, my partners in crime, 20 years ago or more
I had no clue this would be my trusty crew or what our wild lives would have in store
We were just kids back then, but we thought we knew it all of course, living on that old Arizona ranch
Full of piss and vinegar, ready to change the world, if only we’d be given the chance
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9. |
Pick and Grin
02:36
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All I wanna do is pick and grin
If you missed the first one, we’ll do it again
All I wanna do is pick and grin
Pick along if you think you can my friend
Me and Tony walk down to the corner shop
Buy a Powerball ticket and a soda pop
It’s a sunny day in the neighborhood
The sky is blue and were feeling good
Walking the pug, shooting the breeze
Hey man, whatcha wanna do today?
I gotta guitar, I wanna play
I gotta a Tele, I gotta Gretsch
It don’t matter just gimme the best
Whoa whoa whoa I’m ready to play
The moon is up and the stars are bright
No sleep gonna pick all night
Bluegrass in the Golden State
We’ll play as long as you can tolerate
But first, I need another beer, here hold my guitar
She feels good my hands (nice and easy now)
She gotta sexy little neck (nice and easy now)
I wanna play her all day (take it easy now)
I’m getting carried away, (nice and easy now)
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10. |
I'm No Good at Being Sad
04:43
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I’m not good, at being sad, for just a minute
When I get down, I stay down, for awhile
It might take, all night, until I get to feeling right
I’m no good, at being sad, no, no
When I look, in the mirror, it’s ain’t clear
Who’s there, or if I care, anyhow
It might take all week, ‘till things ain’t so bleak
I’m no good, at being sad, no, no
It might take till June, to lose this gloom
I might just take my sweet time
I’m no good at being sad, and feeling so bad
I’m no good at being sad, no, no
This ain’t me, I tend to be, happy-go-lucky
So I just don’t know, what to do, with these blues
If I had, my druthers, I’d pull all the covers
Over my head, until I saw, other colors
I don’t want, to be, a big old bummer
So I try, to just smile, all the while
It’d be great, to calibrate, my head on straight
Cause I’m no good at being sad, no, no
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11. |
Sleep to Dream
03:19
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When I sleep, I sleep to dream
When I dream, I dream of you
My dreams are always the same kind
A picture perfect place inside
When I sleep, I sleep to dream
When I dream, I dream of you
The warm, the dark, the night, my love
It's all I've got but that's enough
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The Satin Cowboy & The Seven Deadly Sins Los Angeles, California
Silas Hite is The Satin Cowboy. The Sins are his ever changing but always talented backup band.
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