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Grace
03:48
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When I move, I move with grace.
When I speak, there’s only honesty flowing.
When I laugh, I laugh too loud.
And when I cry it makes no sound.
When I sing, I sing with love.
When I dance, it’s like there’s nobody watching.
When I laugh, I laugh too loud.
And when I cry it makes no sound.
Every single thing I try to turn away
gets right in my face like it’s boxing day.
And it’s not like you to take this back to make it rain.
And it’s just like me to hold my breath and hide my pain.
And I’m hiding it well…
well, not so well, as you can tell it’s still here.
When I walk, I walk with faith.
When I lay down, the dreams couldn’t be sweeter.
When I laugh, I laugh too loud.
And when I cry it makes no sound.
It makes no sound…
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2. |
Rhyme or Reason
04:28
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I don’t know why I even asked.
I already knew what the answer would be.
And now I stand here all aghast,
knowing for sure that you don’t want me.
But it’s no surprise,
I’m just looking for a rhyme,
I’m looking for a reason.
And I don’t know why,
I’m just asking for a rhyme,
I’m asking for a reason.
You’re like a shadow on splintered glass;
there’s too many cracks that you fall in between.
We will pretend that you’ve got some class.
The truth is we both know that you’ve been mean.
And it’s no surprise,
I’m just looking for a rhyme,
I’m looking for a reason.
And I don’t know why,
I’m just asking for a rhyme,
I’m asking for a reason.
And every time you look at me I’m wondering what do you see.
A picture of the girl you always thought I could be?
And every time you call my name I always seem to come running,
but now I’m thinking this is just some terrible game…
I don’t know why I even asked.
I already knew what the answer would be.
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3. |
Fame & Fortune
03:23
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You ask me for my best.
You put me to the test.
But you weren’t even listening.
You’re just like all the rest.
With your golden teeth and your glittering
and your youngest ever ballroom dancers.
You’ll do anything just to make a scene
and this room is filled with final glances…
of fame and fortune and dreams piled up on each other
of fame and fortune and dreams…
I wore my fancy clothes.
I painted all my toes.
Spritz of expensive perfume
for someone else’s nose.
And their golden teeth and their glittering
and their youngest ever ballroom dancers.
They’ll do anything just to make a scene
and they leave a trail of final glances…
of fame and fortune and dreams piled up on each other
of fame and fortune and dreams…
You can’t have my heart.
You can’t take anything from me, only
your fame and fortune, your dreams piled up on each other
of your fame and fortune and dreams…
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4. |
Every Road
04:03
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If you just try to make it right,
you’ll realize that it’s not so hard
to take the lies and turn them on
their pretty heads, so they’re not so strong.
Every road you take it’s a long, long way,
it’s a long, long way back home.
Just take your time. You will be fine.
There is no line that you cannot cross.
And if you find that you’re alone
then hold yourself. It is not a loss.
Every road you take it’s a long, long way,
it’s a long, long way back home.
And we can hear the laughter coming through the windows.
We can see the smoke that’s rising from the chimney…
Every road you take it’s a long, long way,
it’s a long, long way back home.
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5. |
Butter Your Toast
04:39
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I could fall in love with you as you’re standing at the window.
I could fall in love with you as you’re playing with a dog.
I could fall in love with you while you’re waiting at the bus stop.
I could fall in love with you as you’re listening to your iPod.
I could fall in love with you as you’re sleeping in the sunlight.
I could fall in love with you as you’re wading in the water.
I could fall in love with you when you pick me up at the airport.
I could fall in love with you as you’re playing your guitar.
It’s easy, it’s easy, it’s easy.
I don’t know what I should do,
when it’s easy, it’s easy, so easy
to fall in love with you.
I could fall in love with you as you’re dancing down the hallway.
I could fall in love with you as you’re talking to the teller.
I could fall in love with you when you’re smiling on your birthday.
I could fall in love with you as you’re purchasing a toaster.
I could fall in love with you as you’re building a campfire.
I could fall in love with you as you’re buttoning your jacket.
I could fall in love with you while you’re raising your eyebrow.
I could fall in love with you as you’re smoking a cigarette.
It’s easy, it’s easy, so easy.
I don’t know what I should do,
when it’s easy, it’s easy, too easy
to fall in love with you.
And every time you butter your toast,
that’s when I think I love you the most.
And as I watch you sipping your tea,
I wonder could it be you’re falling in love with me?
’Cause, I could fall in love with you as you’re cooking me breakfast.
I could fall in love with you as you open the door.
I could fall in love with you while you’re making a U-turn.
I could fall in love with you. I couldn’t love you more.
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6. |
See You Soon
04:39
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Plum trees in the afternoon.
Back steps on a Sunday.
Called to say I’ll be passing through.
See you soon, see you soon…
Did you get that letter I wrote?
Did you read what was exposed?
Are you still wearing that army coat?
See you soon, see you soon…
I’m too high to come down.
I made a mess and now I’m skipping town.
I planted both my feet on the ground
and then I walked away.
I could come to your apartment.
Maybe we could take a walk.
I’ll tell you how all my money got spent.
See you soon, see you soon…
We could walk to the cathedral.
I’ll sing you a mournful tune.
Make your troubles seem ever so small.
See you soon, see you soon…
I’m too high to come down.
I made a mess and now I’m skipping town.
I planted both my feet on the ground
and then I walked away.
I’m sick of running. Maybe I’ll stick around a while…
I’m sick of running, and I always kind of liked your smile…
I’m too high to come down.
I made a mess and now I’m skipping town.
I planted both my feet on the ground
and then I walked away.
Plum trees in the afternoon.
Back steps on a Sunday.
Called to say I’ll be passing through.
See you soon, see you soon…
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7. |
Fly
04:05
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I’ve lost love before and I’ll lose love again.
I know what’s in store but I still take that step.
And I’ll rise before us,
cloaked in many colors,
and I’ll spread my wings and fly.
The ghost of your arm still wraps around my chest.
It’s silent and warm and allows me to rest.
And I’ll rise before us,
cloaked in many colors,
and I’ll spread my wings and fly.
We get sucked in, the carousel spins,
and the love season seduces us.
Then it’s skin to skin, we feel it within.
I have never been in such a rush.
But it’s a real heart beats in this chest
and there’s no way I can lay it down to rest after this.
So I say yes…
I’ve loved you before and I’ll love you again.
I’ll always want more and you’ll give what you can.
And I’ll rise before us,
cloaked in many colors,
and I’ll spread my wings and fly.
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8. |
Beautiful Girls
05:58
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Beautiful girls, look like you’re walking on clouds.
I bet you’re dancing with airplanes, and you never come down.
You beautiful girls that smile with your eyes,
you will never have to make one compromise.
Oh you beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girls.
Beautiful girls, oh oh…
Beautiful girls, with your scent like a drug,
and your long flowing hairdos, and your skirts are so snug.
You beautiful girls got pricked by a corsage,
and everyone wants you, but they want the mirage.
Oh you beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girls.
Beautiful girls…
Every time I try to catch your eye you’re always
looking away, lost in your pain.
The moon says, take it slowly and breathe.
Beautiful girls, could you lift out this curse
and summon a new spell to love yourself first?
You beautiful girls, near and far,
can you comprehend how beautiful you are?
Oh you beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girls.
Beautiful girls, oh oh…
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9. |
Lemondrops
04:00
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I wish it were pouring rain
and I could sit safe inside
and watch it wash everything
in the dim streetlight.
We sat there like that one night.
We’ll sit there like that again,
don’t know where,
don’t know when…
There’s nothing I can do but feel it.
Let it wash on through
my every window and doorway, hallways and floors,
all covered in deep dark blue.
I can take it. There’s not a doubt in my mind.
I can fake it. I’ll get there right on time.
Would you wait for me there? Somewhere where it all works out,
where troubles melt like lemondrops…
When I met you the appeal was instant,
and from there it grew
till every window and doorway, hallways and floors,
just glowed with my love for you.
I can take it. There’s not a doubt in my mind.
I can fake it. I’ll get there right on time.
Would you wait for me there? Somewhere where it all works out,
where troubles melt like lemondrops…
Like lemondrops…
I wish it were pouring rain
and I could sit safe inside
and watch it wash everything
in the dim streetlight.
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10. |
I Don't Believe in Love
04:11
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Well, the moon’s half full tonight, or maybe half empty.
I will play the fool tonight, if I’m not careful.
And it’s only forever, yea, that’s what they say,
but it seems it only lasts but a day.
And I don’t believe in love, not the way that they tell it in those picture shows.
No I don’t believe in love, not that way no, no…
You are far from me tonight, though I wish that I could hold you tight.
But I do believe tonight, that you know what I know.
There’s a million things I wish that I could say,
but the hope, it stings when you’re away.
So I don’t believe in love, not the way that they tell it in those picture shows.
No I don’t believe in love, not that way no, no…
Rolling silence, cutting deeply, take me gently to the slaughter.
Cause I don’t believe in love, not the way that they tell it in those picture shows.
No I don’t believe in love, not that way no, no…
I don’t believe in love, not the way that they tell it in those picture shows.
No I don’t believe in love, but gimme all of your kisses I need more of those.
No I don’t believe in love not that way no, no…
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11. |
Get Outta Park
03:25
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It’s like I’m running in circles now.
And I just suddenly forgot how
to get the car outta park,
to get the hell outta Dodge,
to just get up and go.
Thought this was some kinda fairytale.
Instead I find it’s just fight, front, or fail.
And I can only become
what I can only believe,
if just for a moment.
And I’ve only got one shot.
I’ve only got one chance
to put it in drive,
and drive all night,
drive all night,
drive all night long.
Love is a fickle thing.
It can teach you to dance, laugh, sing.
And it can teach you to fall,
and it can teach you to crawl
down on your knees.
What is all of this fighting for?
Do we gotta wage war upon war?
What are we trying to prove?
What are we trying to do?
We’re just pissing on snow.
And I’ve only got one shot.
I’ve only got one chance
to put it in drive,
and drive all night,
drive all night,
drive all night…
Steady now I know you
can make it ’round the bend.
Then it’s just a short walk home…
If there’s one thing that I know for sure,
it’s that no one can predict what’s in store.
And I could circle all day
around what gets in my way
and never get anywhere.
But I’ve only got one shot.
I’ve only got one chance
to put it in drive,
and drive all night,
drive all night,
drive all night long.
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12. |
Love Will Come Back
04:26
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When you leave I break into a thousand pieces.
I scatter all across the floor.
I ask you to go. You get out of bed,
put on your clothes, gather your things,
and walk out the door.
But every moment matters and every face I see
seems to say that love will come back to me.
Tried to hide my heart on the highest shelf
so no one could ever reach.
But we were the same height so you pulled it down,
opened it up, picked it apart,
piece by piece.
But every moment matters and every face I see
seems to say that love will come back to me.
Love be still. Love be calm.
Does love know itself?
And is love strong?
Love be strong…
Every moment matters and every face I see
seems to say that love will come back to me.
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13. |
Jesus & Judas
05:31
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Jesus and Judas sat down to tea in the Inbetween.
He said, “You know that I love you, so how can it be I must do this thing?”
He said, “Make no mistake you can’t outwait fate,
and free will isn’t free when there’s a price to be paid.”
Jesus and Judas sat down to tea after so much time.
Said, “Can you ever forgive me that I was the one to commit this crime?”
He said, “I looked into your heart up to the last minute
and I could tell from the start there’s no true malice in it.”
“But I have been wandering, so all alone.
The years pass so slowly, the casting of stones…
And every time that I close my eyes
I see your face, and it’s kissing mine.”
Jesus and Judas sat down to tea in the midst of pain.
Said, “Even if you forgive me, I don’t know that I can do the same.”
He said, “Love, just like the sea, it has no limit.
If you just put your foot in you’ll find you can swim it.
“And I have been with you every step,
my hand on your chest with every breath.
By every hair upon your head
I know you did not wish me dead.”
Jesus and Judas sat down to tea.
They cried so many tears that it drowned all the seas.
Found the deepest of loves is the source of the flood,
and the deepest of loves is the source of the blood.
And all was forgiven.
All was forgiven.
All was forgiven that day.
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Bekah Barnett California
Bekah Barnett is an operatically trained singer-songwriter who will take your breath away. Her piano driven songs are soulful, tender, clever, and charming. She uses music as medicine to transform painful and ugly experiences into moments of beauty and unity. Once you have listened to her music, you will want to hear more from this talented Bay Area artist. ... more
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