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Rover
03:56
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i was thinking about the ever turning over
i was ringing on out the eddie and the clover
you told me that you were not afraid or hungover
somehow the summer is gone and still we was a rover
but the skies up above are sunny and blue
and the sidewalk below is faithful and true
and i could never begin to compare to you, in my dreams
you swore a tropical hat, your father and your mother
took ‘em to visit the bats, the terrors, and the lovers
and I was thinking about the ever turning over
somehow the summer is gone and still we was a rover
yeah yeah the skies up above are sunny and blue
and the sidewalk below, still faithful and true
and i would never consider comparing you to my dreams
and still we was a rover
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New Year
05:22
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it’s a new year - it’s raining outside
kind of weather make you wish you could die
it’s a new year - got a fog in my head
I’d just as well spend the day in bed
don’t know where I’m going - but I know where I’ve been
all I know is that I’m never going back there again
I hear what you’re sayin’ - I’m thinking the same
we just take it one day at a time now, babe in the new year
it’s a new year - cloudy above
with all we’ve seen you’d thing that we had had enough
but it’s a new year, and things aren’t that bad.
don’t you dare forget all the fun we’ve had
we don’t know where we’re going - but we know where we’ve been
and I’m glad as hell that we ain’t goin’ back there again.
and I hear what you’re saying - I don’t disagree
so let’s have another go around, baby, you and me
so who cares where we’re headed, who cares how it ends
so long’s we’ve got each other and a couple of friends
yes I hear what you’re sayin’, and it’s probably true
behold I am making all things new, in the new year
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3. |
Jean Pierre
05:06
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went swimming in your bathtub
skinny dippin’ on the lyme
took the garbage to the freezer
and the groceries to the rhyme
so let me jiggle on your handle
let me rummage through your hair
cause there’s a lotta ground to cover
‘fore we get to jean pierre…
up the stairs into your bedroom
with the antique feather bed
and the quilt made by your grandma
ad the pillow for your head
out your back door there’s a garden
but you never took me there
now there’s a lotta ground to cover
‘fore we get to jean pierre…
don’t tell me ‘bout the sugar
or the salt of days gone by
don’t cry to me ‘bout mem’ries
and the ever fleeting time
cause the days are drawing dark, dove
and the end is drawing near
and there’s a lotta ground to cover
‘fore we get to jean pierre…
I could tell you that I love you
say I think you’re looking fine
I could tell you how I’m lucky
say I’m happy that you’re mine
but I’m afraid it’s getting late dear
and there’s a coldness in the air
and we’ve a lot of ground to cover
‘fore we get to jean pierre…
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4. |
For Troy Davis
07:23
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do we imagine ourselves to be prophets?
are we so wise in our own eyes?
that we could judge with such certainty
black from white and truth from lie?
maybe he was guilty of the crime
cut the innocent down before our eyes
maybe then he does deserve to die, but then so do I.
what then have we all done pity?
where have we our forgiveness hid?
does truth rest only on what I’m thinking,
or on the thing that he really did?
maybe he was guilty of the crime
cut the innocent down before our eyes
maybe then he does deserve to die, but then so do I.
troy are you looking down from heaven?
are you finally free from blame?
do you see justice kissing mercy?
do they see everything the same?
maybe you were guilty of your crime
cut the innocent down before our eyes
maybe you really did deserve to die, but then so did I….
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5. |
A Place Called Love
04:27
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I don’t know what you’ve been told
but I believe in you baby
and I don’t know what you’ve been told
but I have heard that there’s a place called love…
I don’t care what you’ve stuck in your hair
all I know is that I like it
and I don’t care what we’ll be doing there
all I know is there must be a place called love
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6. |
Come Around
03:37
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next time you come around. - next time the cantor sounds
next time the love abounds - I’ll be waiting there…
next time the glory falls - next time creation calls
next time with Biggie Smalls - and I’ll be waiting there…
I hear the choirs sing - I hear the church bells ring
It sounds like everything - and I’m still waiting here…
a million voices shout - I feel the volume mount
ich bin total erstaunt - I’m still waiting here...
Oh I know it must be true…
Oh and it must be soon…
It just has to be true
don’t make me look like a fool
nothin’ I wouldn’t do
to be there with you
next time you come around. - next time the cantor sounds
next time the love abounds - I’ll be waiting there…
next time the glory falls - next time creation calls
next time with Biggie Smalls - and I’ll be waiting there…
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William Wilson is the latest project from Berlin based singer-songwriter William Wilson Whittenberg (Veganosaurus Rex, Black Swans, etc.)
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