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At Least I Had You
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I’ve put in my miles like old Johnny Cash
And traveled the whole world around
But I can’t seem to make memories last
Or mine the gold that I’ve found.
Nobody taught me the language of truth
Until it couldn’t but hurt
It came from on high, sudden and cruel
And never but never from church .
[And they say…everything…happens for a reason
But you know, I know, that just ain’t half true
They say…they say…to everything there’s a season
And I know, that once, at least I had you.]
Can’t feel the magic at bars anymore
No matter how much I pour
The drinks fall like soldiers but the man in the mirror
I ain’t never seen him before
I was locked up in a dark lonely cell
Until I set myself free
Now I watch the swifts and grackles
Whistle and whirl above me.
[And they say…everything…happens for a reason
But you know, I know, that just ain’t half true
They say…they say…to everything there’s a season
And I know, that once, at least I had you.]
I followed the crow to East and to West
To North and South did I go
And now through some strange alchemy
Nowhere is always my home.
I breathe out deeply and go on my way
Stand on my tiptoes to pray
I breathe in lightly, let the devil in
Just enough to feel sane.
[And they say…everything…happens for a reason
But you know, I know, that just ain’t half true
They say…they say…to everything there’s a season
And I know, that once, at least I had you.]
[And they say…everything…happens for a reason
But you know, I know, that just ain’t half true
They say…they say…to everything there’s a season
And I know, that once, at least I had you.]
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I’ve put in my miles like old Johnny Cash
And traveled the whole world around
But I can’t seem to make memories last
Or mine the gold that I’ve found.
Nobody taught me the language of truth
Until it couldn’t but hurt
It came from on high, sudden and cruel
And never but never from church .
[And they say…everything…happens for a reason
But you know, I know, that just ain’t half true
They say…they say…to everything there’s a season
And I know, that once, at least I had you.]
Can’t feel the magic at bars anymore
No matter how much I pour
The drinks fall like soldiers but the man in the mirror
I ain’t never seen him before
I was locked up in a dark lonely cell
Until I set myself free
Now I watch the swifts and grackles
Whistle and whirl above me.
[And they say…everything…happens for a reason
But you know, I know, that just ain’t half true
They say…they say…to everything there’s a season
And I know, that once, at least I had you.]
I followed the crow to East and to West
To North and South did I go
And now through some strange alchemy
Nowhere is always my home.
I breathe out deeply and go on my way
Stand on my tiptoes to pray
I breathe in lightly, let the devil in
Just enough to feel sane.
[And they say…everything…happens for a reason
But you know, I know, that just ain’t half true
They say…they say…to everything there’s a season
And I know, that once, at least I had you.]
[And they say…everything…happens for a reason
But you know, I know, that just ain’t half true
They say…they say…to everything there’s a season
And I know, that once, at least I had you.]
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Terminal 2 Recordings Tokyo, Japan
Terminal 2 Recordings is a showcase for eclectic sounds from Tokyo, London and Portland, Oregon. Established in 2015, it features music from artists including Signal Box, MMA, Lost in a State, Mark R. Heath, Songs of the Sea, Mischievous Giants, Shoko Yoshida, Jupleberries, Sheonator Pseak, Language of the Birds, Low-Velocity Society and Watsona, with a number of guest collaborators. ... more
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