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I Love You
03:28
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Doppelganger Angel
04:56
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Doppelganger Angel
It was like my reflection when I first saw you
Gliding across the tarmac, your hair braided in two
Your belly was bare, you had a light in your eyes
I was watching you, and to my surprise
Your seat was next to mine, I remember thinking it was fate
Took awhile for us to talk after we pulled out of the gate
We were both 21, now I’m 38
Are you still out there playing destiny’s date?
My doppelganger angel prayed in terminal two
Though I don’t believe in much, I believe in you
I was looking for signs headed back to LA
Wondering if my life was back there, and should I stay?
You’d been a wild child, now you’d changed your ways
And found Jesus, that’s how you’d spend your days
I found my cause at Mardi Gras searching for more
Looking for meaning, knocking down doors
But I couldn’t sing there, could not let my voice soar
I was lonely just like before
My doppelganger angel prayed in terminal two
Though I don’t believe in much, I believe
Wherever you are I’m singing to you
That’s how I pray, how I get through
We arrived at baggage claim, you put your hands on me
At the carousel you started, “Lord please”
In the middle of the crowd you got down on your knees
I needed the help, even though I don’t believe
My doppelganger angel prayed in terminal two
Though I don’t believe in much, Oh I don’t believe in much
I don’t believe in much, but I believe in you
I believe in you
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3. |
Emotional Pirate
06:13
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Emotional Pirate
She was an emotional pirate, she’d rape and pillage, and make you walk to plank
She came from Hell’s Kitchen, or was it Brooklyn? She could smell your stank
Guns blazing for the revolution she said
I’ll tell you the truth, you’re a streety youth, you look the walking dead
He was a struggling writer, he was the decider, and he was itchin to find
A woman down and able to tend his stable so he could sharpen his mind
Guns blazing for the revolution he said
I’ll tell you the truth, I’m living proof, forget all that shit you’ve been fed
It’s a fine line you see
When you’re looking for a family
In the end we all have to breathe
And find our own way to be free
I was a struggling actress searching for meaning and I was losing my mind
I went to North Carolina in early summer not knowing what I’d find
Guns blazing for the revolution they said
We’ll tell you the truth, it’s bulletproof, forget all that shit in your head
It’s a fine line you see
When you’re looking for a family
In the end we all have to breathe
And find our own way to be free
It took some time to recognize myself and hear my own voice again
I still wouldn’t want to be anyone else, I just found a new place to begin
In the name of honesty we were constantly tearing each other down
I tried to see it through, but I knew I had to get out of town
In the end they were buried in the ground
Hearts were broken, truths were spoken, I had to follow the sound
It’s a fine line you see
When you’re looking for a family
In the end we all have to breathe
And find our own way to be free
To find our own way to be free
We’ll find our own way to be free
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Big City Lights
03:27
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Big City Lights
Headin off for those big city lights
I’m headin off for those big city lights
If you can’t understand me, oh everything it can be
I’m headin off for those big city lights
Spending all my money getting there
I’m spending all my money getting there
I’ll be rich in freedom walkin round that kingdom
I’m spending all my money getting there
You can’t save me
A woman on the road is alone
That don’t phase me
Right here on the road is my home
Livin all my dreams while I can
I’m livin all my dreams while I can
Hope to see you out there, hope we scream and shout there
I’m livin all my dreams while I can
You can’t save me
A woman on the road is alone
That don’t phase me
Right here on the road is my home
I’m seeking, I’m driving, I’m seeing everything
Even when the light is blinding
You can’t save me
A woman on the road is alone
That don’t phase me
Right here on the road is my home
You can’t save me
A woman on the road is alone
That don’t phase me
Right here on the road is my home
Right here on the road is my home
Right here on the road is my home
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Bravest One
03:54
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Bravest One
I’m a hundred miles to Tucson and I’m thinking about the future
I am wondering where we’re headed, if we’re going there together
And the sky is hypnotizing, there go those purple mountains
And I’m staring off thinking about you
There’s no one else like you, you’re the bravest one
I see you in your twenties, you were sensual and magic
With a lightning sense of humor, though your life was tragic
You had learned the art of living, how to face down all your monsters
And you taught me how to love and do the same
There’s no one else like you, you’re the bravest one I know
There’s no one else like you, you’re the bravest one
I see you with your warpaint on walking down the Mississippi river
You’re the one I’m holding onto, I won’t let you go, not ever
As the winding roads of life seen us go down different paths
Always know that when you need me all you have to do is ask
We are older now and wiser, and the years are going fast
And I rather spend the time I have with you
There’s no one else like you, you’re the bravest one I know
There’s no one else like you, you’re the bravest one
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6. |
Soul of a Showgirl
03:14
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Soul of a Showgirl
I was always to much for you
Just wanted you to be proud
There was nothing I could do
I had the soul of a showgirl
I was born with the love of the lights
Excited to feel that stage fright
I couldn’t sleep most any night
I had the soul of a showgirl
A showgirl in army fatigues
Who stormed the gates with her lions
A showgirl isn’t just any girl
We can stop your crying
I didn’t easily scare
I pulled myself up by your hair
It seems that we couldn’t share
That I had the soul of a showgirl
It’s never been like I thought
The fruits of my labor will rot
I’ve written, I’ve sung and I’ve fought
I have the soul of a showgirl
A showgirl in army fatigues
Who stormed the gates with her lions
A showgirl isn’t just any girl
We can stop your crying
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la
I’ll sing a song, I’ll dance for you, reach out your hand, I’ll pull you through
A showgirl in army fatigues
Who stormed the gates with her lions
A showgirl isn’t just any girl
We can stop your crying
I wanted us to be feel together
I wanted us to be close
Our stories are different, it wasn’t to be
I still love you the most
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7. |
Laredo Slim
04:26
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Laredo Slim
Sitting in your living room
Sharing a drink and a joint with you
Watching your grandkids tear up the room
They don’t know yet about the life you’ve live through
How you’ve loved some great women and fathered some too
Made hay in Austin with the Conqueroo
With Roky and Tracy and Janis, it’s true
Your harmonica was ready, you knew what to do
Do you dream of Laredo?
When you fall asleep
The city under seven flags
When you were a boy playing with toys
Dreaming of packing your bags
You seen a lot of life through your eyes
Made all this music that feels so alive
Things they get harder, like getting around
Old cowboys don’t die, one day they leave town
Life is long
Carrying on is for learners and lovers like you
Songs are as good as who you share them with
It’s the love that you give, that’s the truth
Do you dream of Laredo?
When you fall asleep
The city under seven flags
When you were a boy playing with toys
Dreaming of packing your bags
We’re all dreaming of packing, dreaming of packing our bags
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Who the Hell Does she Think she is?
She was the biggest bitch I ever met
I wanted to be just like her
She had a snake tattoo on her back
And a skull on her lighter
She said “What are you looking at? I don’t need no fan club!”
Too late, I want in
Won’t you please help me out of this mess
All these hands up my dress and
Who the hell does she think she is?
She looked at me and steeled her gaze
It was hypnotizing
And I started to sing
Without realizing
She said, “I’ll show you the way to be free. Come follow me.”
Hell yeah! I was in
Won’t you please help me out of this mess
All these hands up my dress and
Who the hell does she think she is?
We walk this corridor
So dark I can’t see
He’s lit a lantern
And suddenly
I see piles of body parts
He’s locked the door
Oh shit. This is it.
These are all pieces of
Women I know and love
He held up a beating heart and said
Who the hell does she think she is?
Who the hell does she think she is?
Who the hell does she think she is?
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Greetings from East Texas
I can’t sleep in this motel so close to the highway
My brain is buzzing from tequila over wine
And you, you were on my mind
I thought I’d write you a few lines
I can’t wait to see you, but I’m nervous just the same
What if we lost our rhythm, what if I forget to shave?
Oh but you always make me feel alright
As soon as you’re holding me tight
Don’t forget, wash your hands and say your prayers
Cuz Jesus and germs are everywhere
Greetings from East Texas where the water tastes like wine
You were on my mind
New Mexico’s waiting and the sun is breaking through
I haven’t found my breakfast, I’m just speeding towards you
When I get there I’m going to drink you in
I can’t wait to see you again
Don’t forget, wash your hands and say your prayers
Cuz Jesus and germs are everywhere
Greetings from East Texas where the water tastes like wine
You were on my mind
You were on my mind
You were on my mind
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10. |
Tender Hearts
04:54
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Tender Hearts
He’s an angry man, he’s always been angry, always looking for someone who’s done wrong
And he’ll tell them all about it, holding up his hatred as if it was a sacred sort of song
His life is pretty lonely, if the world would only come around and apologize
But we’re in this together, question is whether or not we realize
I’ve heard him laugh, I’ve heard him cry
His tender heart can’t be denied
I’ve covered mine, I’ve felt the same
Our tender hearts can’t be tamed
Our tender hearts can’t be tamed
She’s a force of nature, she’s always been moving, something else she’s proving to someone
In her life she’s lived all over, kicking up the clover, chasing wild birds into the sun
She comes on like a strong wind, never know when she’ll drop in
When she does get ready for a storm
We’re in this together, question is whether or not we keep running out the door
I’ve heard her laugh, I’ve heard her cry
Her tender heart can’t be denied
I’ve covered mine, I’ve felt the same
Our tender hearts can’t be tamed
Our tender hearts can’t be tamed
Living in this world is to love all us mortals
Our hearts get torn apart, may they grow larger than they were before
I’m a funny girl, I’ve always been a joker, making people laugh is sublime
I can’t handle all the sorrow, it feels like it will break me so I try to find the humor every time
The world is full of heartbreak, for my own sake I’ll let it in, feel it all now
We’re in this together, question’s not whether we love, the question is how
I’ve heard you laugh, I’ve heard you cry
Your tender heart can’t be denied
I’ve covered mine, I’ve felt the same
Our tender hearts can’t be tamed
Our tender hearts can’t be tamed
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Kyra Gordon Berkeley, California
Kyra Gordon has belted out Janis Joplin hits in a one-woman show, earned a conservatory degree interpreting jazz standards, and spent several years in the improvisational hip-hop group The Freeze, but it was the long road she traveled wending from Hollywood to New Orleans to a rural North Carolina commune to Paris that fueled her remarkable debut album Soul of a Showgirl, slated for release 4/22! ... more
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