1. |
Poetic Justice
04:40
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2. |
New Jersey Sunset
04:13
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3. |
Sarah Kills the Day
03:52
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4. |
The Leaving
03:51
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5. |
Baby
03:30
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6. |
Westbound Fast Lane
04:02
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7. |
Temporary Grace
03:51
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8. |
Comin' Down In the Rain
03:53
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Comin' Down In the Rain (Buddy Mondlock)
Flipped into the wind like the ashes of her cigarette
He got scattered and thin on the breeze as he tried to forget
He lost all his heat and his heart never will be the same
He got lighter than air, but he'll only come down in the rain
Strung out and hung out to dry flappin' under the line
It's not such a dignified place but he really don't mind
He says with his feet on the ground he'd have nothin' to gain
Claims he likes it up there but he'll only come down in the rain
Comin' down in the rain
Washin' out of the sky
Loaded down with that pain
There's just no way to fly
You can read him as clear as the wall
Where he once wrote his name
It was right next to hers
But it'll only come down in the rain
Burnin' himself out on a limb like a leaf in the fall
He blazed for awhile now he's feelin' all dried up and small
Well the color's all gone disappeared near as quick as it came
He says he can stay up but he'll only come down in the rain
Comin' down in the rain
Washin' out of the sky
Loaded down with that pain
There's just no way to fly
You can read him as clear as the wall
Where he once wrote his name
It was right next to hers
But it'll only come down in the rain
You can read him as clear as the wall
Where he once wrote his name
It was inside a heart
That'll only come down in the rain
©1993 by EMI April Music, Inc./Sparking Gap Music (ASCAP)
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9. |
Magnolia Street
03:37
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Magnolia Street (Buddy Mondlock)
I was out thinking on my stoop
Turning my brain to chicken soup
Was I in love or was I not
And did you love me back as much or not a lot
Like on a scale of one to ten
Did our love add up or were we subtractin’?
But the wind picked up my balance sheet
And took it dancing down Magnolia Street
Ol’ mockingbird lit on the fence
And he put in his two cents
He really let me have what for
He said, “Pick your lead lined butt up off the porch!
You thought yourself into a funk
going ‘round and ‘round with thoughts you already thunk.
Go and collect your sweet petite
and take her dancing down Magnolia Street.”
Just about then you came strolling by
Like a godsend for this lonely guy
I was deep into my troubled bit
Was I nice to you? No, I blew it!
Give me a chance to make things right
Redeem myself in my own sight
I’ll take the lover’s cross on up the hill
Then push it off into the lover’s land fill!
We carry all this stuff around
We’re not so deep, we’re just weighted down
We should be nicer to our feet
And take ‘em dancing down Magnolia Street
So why don’t you come with me my sweet?
And we’ll go dancing down Magnolia Street
©1998 by Major Bob Music/Laughing Guy Music (ASCAP)
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10. |
Heavy Coat
04:01
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12. |
No Choice
03:34
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No Choice (Buddy Mondlock)
It was a love so big that it filled his heart
‘Til it swelled and finally burst apart
Where the love spilled out they called it art
But he never really had no choice
CHORUS
Whoa, he had no choice
No he never had no choice
When he gave his river a voice
He never really had no choice
He was thinking that the pain came much too soon
When he locked himself up inside his room
Oh it hurt real bad to write that tune
But he never really had no choice
And there were some who could not understand
When he built those castles with his hands
And he knew damn well they were only sand
But he never really had no choice
(CHORUS)
Sometimes a man, sometimes a boy
He made some music and he made some noise
But he felt his pain and he felt his joy
He never really had no choice
There was a beautiful fire inside of him
As he balanced way out on that limb
Could’a burned right through that branch so thin
But he never really had no choice
(CHORUS)
And they all talked about him when he died
They studied and they theorized
But when he was through they’d laughed and cried
And he never really had no choice
It was a love so big that it filled his heart
‘Til it swelled and finally burst apart
Where the love spilled out they called it art
But he never really had no choice
(CHORUS 2X)
© 1987 by Fire of Change Music (ASCAP)
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Buddy Mondlock Nashville, Tennessee
Buddy Mondlock writes songs. He does it so well that some great songwriters have recorded his songs on their own albums. Guy Clark, Nanci Griffith, and Janis Ian, to name just a few. You might’ve heard his song “The Kid” (recorded by David Wilcox, Peter, Paul and Mary and Cry, Cry, Cry) and maybe even sung it yourself around a campfire. He draws you into his world. ... more
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