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I Deny That
04:04
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I Deny That
She said I was lazy, shiftless and full of greed
I had no respect for religion or any of the powers that be
I was despondent, disengaged, disinterested and bored
But, when she said I drank myself stupid, I protested from the floor
Chorus:
I deny that
It’s a lie, that
What you say is not relevant in any way
There’s no truth in your accusatory display
I was pushed, I didn’t know, I didn’t see, it wasn’t clear
I couldn’t tell, I didn’t hear, something broke, I couldn’t steer
It wasn’t me, I had a flat
I deny that
She said I contrary, counter and contrived
I was ugly and mean and just barely civilized
I was in need of exercise, Exlax, stresslax and reason
But, when she called me loud, I yelled back at her treason
Repeat chorus:
She said I was selfish, surly and rude
I was older than younger and should not be seen nude
That I couldn’t possibly believe all the tripe that I spewed
But, when she called me a hypocrite
I choked down two big gulps of self-righteous attitude
Turned up the amplitude and said
Repeat chorus:
I deny what you say, I deny that I said it
I deny that I wrote it, I deny that I read it
I deny I was there, I deny that I’m here
I deny my denial and my conscience is clear
I deny that
I deny that
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2. |
Up To You
03:13
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Up To You
So, your dream is on the ground
resolution all around you
in all your searching this you've found
it's all up to you
Even though it's hard to see
and what you seek is never free
this is all you'll ever be
and it's all up to you
And all the while the world is
spinning, turning you around
'cause every lofty thought you've
ever flown's come crashing down around you
Now it's right before your eyes
the remnants of your former lives
a gasp of hope, you realize
it's all up to you
So, your dream is on the ground
resolution all around you
in all your searching, this you've found
it's all up to you
And even though it's hard to see
and what you seek is never free
this is all you'll ever be
and it's all up to you
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3. |
I Can't Complain
04:19
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I Can’t Complain
My health is goin’ downward
And my bills are goin’ up
Opportunities are faded memories
My inner voice just says, shut up
And my thinkin’s like a train
Tearing down the weathered tracks
I don’t stop at many stations
And I won’t be coming back
But, I can’t complain
It could be much worse
I can’t complain
I could be in a hearse
I can’t complain
At least it’s warm and dry
I have a woman’s love and shelter from the rain
I can’t complain
My cars’ still rollin’ on and on
Like a Russian factory
Ugly, eats up gas and stalls,
Needs a battery
My house, it barely shows the signs
Of upkeep and of care
It’s just my private foxhole
In the middle of nowhere
But, I can’t complain
It could be much worse
I can’t complain
I could be in a hearse
I can’t complain
At least it’s warm and dry
I have a woman’s love and shelter from the rain
I can’t complain
I can’t complain
‘cause I’m younger than I old, outside
I’m beaten, but refuse to raise the flag,
Run away or hide
And if you ask me how I am today
I’ll upon the same familiar, discrete refrain
I can’t complain
The significance of my existence
Is yet to be explained
But, my life-blood and energy
Are surely, most decidedly, bein’ drained
And the consequences are at hand
The payments’ overdue
But, I’m reflecting and deflecting and redirecting
Just in case, just like before
I pull through
But, I can’t complain
It could be much worse
I can’t complain
I could be in a hearse
I can’t complain
At least it’s warm and dry
I have a woman’s love and shelter from the cold and rain
I can’t complain
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The Only Thing I Have Left To Give Is Up
If you walk away from me right now
I’ll find a way to get back on my feet
but I’ll swear the miles I’ve walked with you
are the miles that I can say are sweet
And though the fun failed the test of time
indeed it rained more than it sunshined
we made it work and we got by
and you’re the one I call mine
But, now you say you’re gonna give up
you’ve given everything else away
with cryin’ eyes you look up from your cup
and say, sometimes I feel the only thing I have left to give is up
So, if you walk away from me right now
I’ll walk the other way and try to find
all the reasons for the love we’ve lost
my hollow thoughts will fill the empty time
We had it all, where did we get off
we took a free ride on a lover’s train
we were one until we lost our way
we’re headed back from where we came
‘Cause now you say you’re gonna give up
you’ve given everything else away
with cryin’ eyes you look up from your cup
and say, sometimes I feel the only thing I have left to give is up
I give in, give to, give out, give away,
give days, give weeks, give time, give life
give words, give love, give down, give up
So if I walk away from you right now
I won’t regret the love that I’ve spilled out
I’ll wish you well and then I’ll close the door
ain’t that what love is all about
‘Cause now I say I’m gonna give up
I’ve given everything else away
with cryin’ eyes I look up from my cup
and say, sometimes I wish I still had left
the strength to forgive with
but, I’d still be left with nothin’ to live with
sometimes I feel the only I have left to give is up
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5. |
Cowboy Sings The Blues
04:02
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Cowboy Sings The Blues
when I met you in the country
you were fresh from big state U
you found your job out here in heaven
‘neathe the big sky clear and blue
now I’m dreamin’ of those blue skies
as I watch the nightly news
my city girl’s singin’ love songs in the country
while this cowboy sings the blues
we had a daydream in my hometown
we had a love song clear and true
then I found work in the big city
‘neathe the bright lights I’ve been true
and I’m dreamin’ of those blue eyes
prayin’ you still love me too
my city girl’s singin’ love songs in the country
while this cowboy sings the blue
I left you for the city
I left in search of somethin’ new
I’m feelin’ cold and gritty
I’m feelin’ lonely and confused
I’m just a lonely cowboy
and my home is city strange
are you still my city sweetheart
back at big sky on the range
our duet is just a memory
our song is just a muse
now this cowboy howls at neon
and this cowboy sings the blues
I write you letters in the morning
but by nightfall it’s old news
you’re livin’ life out in the fresh air
I’m facin’ deadlines and abuse
I miss the life back in my hometown
I miss the quiet, I miss you
my city girl’s singin’ love songs in the country
while this cowboy sings the blues
I left you for the city
you left behind you when you moved
I left in search of somethin’
I’ll never find here without you
you remain back in the big sky
and I am here forever true
my city girl’s singin’ love songs in the country
while this cowboy sings the blues
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6. |
Writing On The Wall
05:46
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Writing on the Wall
Your footsteps first, the screen door squeaks, you open up the door
your purse laid down, your shoes come off, you tip toe across the floor
I smell your sweet perfume as you enter the room and slip into our bed
you’re hoping I’m asleep, but I’m into deep, I’m wide awake instead
last verse (I’m hoping I’m asleep, dreaming lost and deep, that it’s only in my head)
Back then the church bells rang, the children sang and promised everything
we made our way through the everyday, never doubting anything
but, I was weak and blind, now I see the signs I didn’t see before
as you tip toe secretly across the floor
I may not be a PHD in deep philosophy
with the answers to the mysteries and reasons for it all
and though I’ll never be a doctor of your anthropology
baby, I can read your writing on the wall
The morning comes and I wake to something new I never planned
nothing to be said, just thoughts in my head of you and another man
you had your suitcase packed and your cds stacked in a box out in the ford
as you softly secretly slipped out the door
leaving nothing but our portrait on the floor
repeat chorus
Baby, you and me, we had a certain style and chemistry
I studied you, you studied me, but now it’s only history
I thought I’d rest, but failed a test I thought I’d passed so long ago
I find myself holding on instead of letting go
my heart won’t learn what my head already knows
repeat first verse
repeat chorus
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I Should Know Me (Better Than That By Now)
I was just thinking as I was drinking
that I could be much more than this
it’s a decision, based on a vision
of a poor man, suddenly rich
I was scheming or was I dreaming
that a beauty came my way
I was a giant and I had clients
and things had surely gone my way
I should know me
let the truth be
I ain’t goin’ nowhere now
there’s no calm sea
and no free me
I should no me
better than that by now
I stopped my cryin’ and started tryin’
like I could see the light of day
But, all my thinkin’ got me to drinkin’
until the day had passed away
repeat chorus
I should know my feet are on the ground
I should know my way around this town
I should know my heart can still be found
with you
How did I get here, drowning in cheap beer
it’s all me, still I blame you
you left me moping, time I started coping
I think one day I’ll start anew
repeat chorus
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8. |
100 Guitars
06:22
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100 Guitars
Standing in a crowded restaurant
standing alone
waiting for the voice to call my name
so far from home
I’m waiting for the bus to carry me on
my mood turns to gray
how did I find this place I stand
I’ve lost my way
100 guitars began to play
100 guitars
100 guitars began to play
100 guitars
Riding through the cold and dark and wet
I remain dry
weaving through the streets and lanes and halls
I seldom ask why
whenever I chance upon the brink
I never stay
I’m fearful of all, but scared of none
but, losing my way
I’ve been losing my way
repeat chorus
If I were at home, I’d wish to be here
but, I’d never stay
I’m reaching for gold I cannot reach
that I’ve thrown away
if I had it all, I’d still want more
of what, I can’t say
ever in need with wealth abound
the strings on the wood
say all I can say
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9. |
Happening
04:59
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Happening
It must be fine
to be given a key of gold
to have the freedom to be choosy
to be the buyer and not the sold
the chosen few are the royals
and all the others are here to cheer
and to medicate the boredom
fantasizing on the chosen
and drinking another beer
I’ve never been cool
I’ve never been hip
I’ve never been happening
I’ve never been it
I’ve never been on top
never been the king
I’ve never been happening
never been anything
And it really must be rich
to have the world by the tail
to be showered with adorations
to be the name that makes the sale
to be the one who deserves the best
to be the guy we love to love
where others feel and give their deference in droves
to view the trivialities while flying high above
repeat chorus
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Matt Kjeldsen Austin, Texas
With well over 1000 songs to his name and about one hundred independently produced and released albums over the past decades, Matt Kjeldsen is a veteran of the music industry and the eclectic Austin, Texas scene. His sound ranges in tone from irreverent to sublime, from angry to resigned, from simple tracks to grand soundscapes, from singer-songwriter to avant-garde groove designer. ... more
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Woe to the Vanquished
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