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Big Beginner
02:35
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The drive from minnesota
Is only a little longer
Than I can stand to wait
Wishing I was somewhere
Wishing I was younger
wishing I was older
That it was still the summer
That I wouldn't have to wonder
Whether you were gonna see me
When I get home
But here I am just passing
Through local AM broadcast
In and out of static
Telling me to focus
And noticing the sunset
Swallowed by some low clouds
Heavy black orange light
Glowing out of everywhere
Forgetting that you won't be there
Seeing heartattacks and gold
On the bilboards on the highway going home
I know that when I get there
There won't be nothing waiting
No message for me blinking
So why do I keep praying
Everytime I get a glimmer
Each one a little dimmer
I'm just a big beginner
My dreams a bit too vivid
Just a bit too ignorant
The signal getting warped and bent
Thinking maybe I should call again
As if that way then you'd see me
When I get home
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2. |
Vacation
01:35
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Took a week off work
Just what I needed
Thought about what I was feeling
Didn't think about work
Thought about you
Down here where I was feeling
Thought about what I was leaving
Didn't think about work
Found a place to keep my extra things
Took a nap in a library
Read a book about my fantasies
Didn't think about work
Came up with a plan
For the summer, for the fall
Had about a hundred thoughts
Didn't think about work
Now it's Sunday
And I'm wondering
Where all of my mind has been
Think it's time to get to work
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3. |
Short Days
03:37
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I wake up in a little room and it takes a minute or two
To adjust to the half-light darkness telling me it's time to move
It used to rise as early as I had to today
But I suppose that sun's like all of us, always bound to change
Now half the table is covered with mail that I don't want to deal with
I learned how to hide my memory, so I don't have to feel it
I used to drink coffee, I used to be so mean
I used to eat my heart out, but now it just eats me
And when I get home from work, it's already dark
So I listen to some lonely songs
'cause if there are other people who are lonely like me
Then that means I'm not alone
I lie down in a little room and it takes a second or two
To remember that the street lights out there ain't saying nothing new
I hold on to my head like a shelter in a storm
And the radio keeps playing until I can't hear it anymore
Then all I hear is humming, it's peaceful and it's strong
Some hundreds out there somewhere, I'll just sing along
I used to think love was all I'd ever need
I used to eat my heart out but now I just let it be
And when I get home from work, it's already dark
So I listen to some lonely songs
'cause if there are other people who are lonely like me
Then that means I'm not alone
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4. |
New Year
03:08
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Walking home in late november
Any leaves left have turned to amber
But it's already too dark to see
I wish that this could last forever
Feel it coming, big disaster
After that, can't imagine what will be
But I bet it won't be easy
Driving down, deep december
In my headlights snow like cinder
Me I'm squinting, thinking I'll be fine
But you know me, big pretender
In my head, epicenter
Cracking up, kacey says I'm fine
Then she say, it's not that easy
January all bikes are buried
New year looking awful scary
Don't want to leave my bed, so I won't
So I'll lose my job, I'll leave this town
I'll be lost forever now
I wanna follow every call down every road
But of course, it's not that easy
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5. |
Singing on the Couch
02:41
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If I wasn't at this meeting
I'd be sitting on the couch
Maybe I'd be singing
Maybe I'd bee planning my meals out
There's a stranger coming Thursday
Neighbor leaving today
Some folks in Minnesota
I wish I knew better
I wish I wasn't waiting
But it's the best that I can do
There are so few things that I have power over
There are so few things that I have power over
Power saws outside my window
Cutting up the stone
Gonna walk there in the moonlight
When the noise is all done
The moon is coming Monday
Not sure what it'll bring
Some plants along the windowsill still waiting on their names
I wish I wasn't waiting
Or I wish I wasn't waiting alone
But there are so few things that I have power over
There are so few things that I have power over
I have power over how I treat my friends
I have power over how I treat the people who are not my friends
I have power over the energy inside me
I do not have power over the energy around me
But I can influence the energy around me
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6. |
Another Song About Him
03:11
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I thought I knew what I'd be doing
Next year but I guess I'm moving on
He says he knows what I want
But my husband thinks that I need him
And for the longest time I was convinced
So I don’t think I'll be taking his advice
So no more missing no more wishing
No more dirty lies and dishes
Even the break is gonna be clean
He'll wonder why for years to come
And call me every time he's drunk
Maybe he'll write a song and make somebody cry
Oh poor poor him, didn't get what he deserved
Gave his whole damn rib, and all he got was hurt
But I don't want to sing another song about him
So I'll leave it there
I guess I know what I'll be doing
Next year, it won't be including you
Or any of your sorry lines
If you say sweet things and talk real nice
You'll be surprised every time we fight
Cause you just did what they said you had to do
It's important for him to think he'll be
The only one worth anything
Cause if he's not well then he won't know who the hell he is
But then He'd treat me like another person
Respect and all, what I'm deserving
He'd do for me what he expects me to do for him
Or maybe he'll just write another song about himself
And make somebody cry
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7. |
Thinking About the Road
03:06
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I don't know you've been hearing around town
Ive been living here about year now I figure 'bout time I'm leaving 'bout now
Got another couple months of gigs
And no, I don't know whre I'm going next
So you don't have to ask me that no more
Every time I get a chance to relax, I'm thinking about the road
There's a town, there's a city, there's a feeling I've never been to - that I could go
It gives me prairie wind chills when I close my eyes
The big old hills, the golden sky
The folks I leave behind
Well I don't care what it is he said, he's a liar and a cheat
And if he's got two cents in his cheese puff head well then he stole 'em both from me
So if he's been spreading rumors that I've been getting bluer
Better go ahead and leave 'em where you found 'em in the sewer
Cause I've been redder than the sun
And every time I get a chance to relax, I'm thinking about the road
I've been losing here about a year, now I figure bout time that I should go
Got another couple dollars left
And no, I don't know where I'm going next
So you don't have to ask me that no more
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8. |
Spring
04:17
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It's been a long winter, just last week got snow
But the people are walking downtown without coats this morning
The windows of the cars are open
I can see all the faces, some that I know
As they roll through the stop signs on broad street below
From my living room - hope they look up and see me too
And across that broad street is a brand new sidewalk below a tree
With birds at the top and shit underneath
Hell, you can hardly see the concrete
Before the sun, I've seen the crows
And folks stepping carefully, looks like they're dancing down there on broad street
Or maybe they just want to keep their feet clean
Spring comes to grinnell like a kid leaving home
But I don't know where to go, just got a feeling I should see some other place
But sure I'm gonna miss this little stage
Where I've seen a father carry his daughter the whole way
Like a ballerina over all the birdshit on the sidewalk
This is something I will not forget
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9. |
Grinnell
02:57
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I have to say goodbye
To the town that took me in
To all the quiet streets
And all of my new friends
Now that they have become old friends
That's what they'll be forever
And when I'm looking back
I'm sure we'll be together
Even if I lose the memory
Of all the conversations (like you know I will)
Your words are somewhere in me
They are what I was made of (what I'm made of still)
So though once this time's behind me
That's where it will be forever
It'll always be my history
My past at least can never change
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10. |
Not Too Deep
03:23
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This afternoon I went to play disk golf
With my two sons Andy and Aaron
Look at that, Dad - do you see that, Dad?
The water's not too deep here, is it?
In this man-made lake
On the south side of town
Near the old train tracks
That I used to walk down
With Irene, when she would visit
Back Before when I though I'd move to minneapolis
In a year or so
After I see what it's like on my own
But I never was on my own
Even though it felt like it sometimes
Like when I wrote this song
20 years ago
On a bench in Miller Park
Where the disk golf course is now
With the sun behind some clouds
And some potluck underneath the rain shelter behind me
And the railroad tracks reflecting in the water
I remember I used to think my thoughts were empty
And my emotions were evil and shitty
And then the sun came out
And they sang happy birthday in the rain shelter behind me
I was 22
It was the summer after college
I used to watch families when I went to Miller Park
Look at that Dad, do you see that dad?
The water's not too deep here is it?
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Seth Hanson Boston, Massachusetts
Songs about me & stuff
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some lyrics here are not "family friendly" !!
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