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Dimension No. 5
04:21
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I am the silence in a subway car of strangers staring.
I am the breath within a song.
I am the love between Hello and I will see you later.
I am the gray in right from wrong.
There are no answers to the questions that’ll make you crazy.
Let ‘em go, and get ‘em gone.
The silhouette of all your choices is now disappeared,
in all things you could become.
You are the laughter I keep hearing in the room above me.
You are the reason I can’t sleep.
You are vibrating through the ceiling to the fifth dimension.
You are the secrets that I keep.
There are no answers to the questions that’ll make you crazy.
Let ‘em go, and get ‘em gone.
The silhouette of all your choices is now disappeared,
in all things you could become.
We are the blue between the ocean and the sky that’s falling.
We are what hasn’t happened yet.
We are the dog that shows its teeth because it’s never known free;
we are the chain around its neck.
There are no answers to the questions that’ll make you crazy.
Let ‘em go, and get ‘em gone.
The silhouette of all your choices is now disappeared,
in all things you could become.
There are no answers to the questions that’ll make you crazy.
Let ‘em go, and get ‘em gone.
The silhouette of all your choices is now disappeared,
in all things you could become.
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Ghost of the Arcade
03:32
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High tide, honey. Moonlight:
the only separation in the shades of black and white.
Salt air on a street fair,
country on your T-shirt, and ocean in your hair.
Was I there, holding you all along the promenade?
I recall I loved you once, when love was never made,
dancing with the ghost of the arcade.
Streetlight on a stop sign.
If I could only kiss you, I’d be fine to die.
Do you like him? Are you just friends?
Am I overstepping? Where do I begin?
Was it him, holding you all along the promenade?
I recall I loved you once, when love was never made,
dancing with the ghost of the arcade.
Memory, you’ll always be a rose I never knew.
(Is a memory a lie that I can see?)
All I’ve seen are thorns and leaves where I thought roses grew.
(Is a memory a lie that I can see?)
Show me red, where blood should be, it’s roses I still see.
(Is a memory a lie that I can see?)
Was it me, holding you all along the promenade?
I recall I loved you once, when love was never made,
dancing with the ghost…
I recall I loved you once, when love was never made,
dancing with the ghost of the arcade.
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Memorial Drive
03:22
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Sweat stains and raw tobacco, we’re out here racing trains.
No sense in driving slow, I’ll take you home in summer rain.
Western lightning, eastern born,
there’s something in a summer night that turns into an autumn morn’.
FM says, “Oh, Maria if you’da known me when.”
I hear that thunder roaring down the beach and back again.
Western lightning, eastern born,
the kids are coming out tonight to take it all and ask for more.
Always. We’re always waiting, contemplating
which road’s got cops in the dark.
And are you okay where you are?
Me, I’m most alive on Memorial Drive.
Red light in late September, dogs howling at the moon.
Tom’s waiting at the bar, he calls me up, says, “See you soon.”
Western lightning, eastern born,
Once you’re here, you never leave. You’ll bury me in eastern shores.
Always. We’re always waiting, contemplating
which road’s got cops in the dark.
And are you okay where you are?
Me, I’m most alive on Memorial Drive.
It’s four lanes and street signs,
and oncoming headlights.
And me, and my baby, and all of the maybes.
It’s me, and my baby, and all of the maybes.
It’s me, and my baby, and all of the maybes
that get me where I’m going.
Always. We’re always waiting, contemplating…
Always. We’re always waiting, contemplating
which road’s got cops in the dark.
And are you okay where you are?
Me, I’m most alive on Memorial Drive.
Memorial Drive…
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On the Corner of Sunset
03:41
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I pick her up in the evening.
I pick her up in my car.
She says, “Baby, I worked all day.”
I say, “I know how you feel.”
Then I drive to the bar.
I get a high top and whiskey.
She gets a bottle of Bud.
I get talking with Jimmy,
and, she sips on her beer
as my mouth turns to mud.
Oo-ee, is that what you like?
Wasting away on a Saturday night?
Oo-ay, I ain’t gonna fight,
it’s you and me, baby, living this life.
And the clock on the wall moves its hands to the right,
over and over, night after night.
If whiskey and powder can’t ease the pain,
this time tomorrow, I’ll try again.
She takes me home in the morning.
She takes me home in my car.
I say, “Baby, I love you to pieces.”
She says, “Well I love you too,
but you’re breaking my heart.”
Oo-ee, is that what you like?
Wasting away on a Saturday night?
Oo-ay, I ain’t gonna fight,
it’s you and me baby, living this life.
It’s you and me, baby, living this life.
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Quiet Boy
03:50
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Interlude
00:50
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United We Stand
04:53
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Maybe this world is worse than I realized.
Maybe this world is ruled by the bad guys.
Maybe there’s no such thing as elections,
just show me the money and screw the objections.
There’s no such thing as power that’s been granted by a man.
Who the hell are you to tell me what I can’t and can?
This whole damn reality is nothing but a lie.
United we stand, united we die.
Maybe I should turn off the TV.
They just make up stories and write them as history.
I learn more from studying fiction
about good versus evil and human condition.
But just because you’re listening, it doesn’t mean you heard.
The smartest folks I know can sing a song with just one word.
This whole damn reality is nothing but a lie.
United we stand, united we die.
Maybe you got a house on the river,
or maybe you’re out on the street in the winter.
Wherever you roam, wherever you wander,
whoever you meet, please just remember:
We’re all walking ‘round like the stars of our own show,
and no one knows about the things they don’t already know.
This whole damn reality is nothing but a lie.
United we stand, united we die.
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Eugene
03:26
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Well he grew up when the city was still farmland,
when the Bronx was nothing more than fields of grass.
Every morning he would hitchike to Iona,
Every Sunday he’d be on his way to mass.
‘Cause his mother said when his father died, when he was just sixteen,
“Well I did not sail from old Armagh to see you bagging beans.”
And now it’s:
Stand up straight.
Go and graduate.
And someday you’ll be better off than me.
Oh, Eugene.
Well, one day he woke up, was pushing forty.
Got three kids running circles in the snow.
Nicked his neck wide open with a chainsaw,
and driving to the ER held it closed.
And now it’s:
Stand up straight.
Go and educate.
And steer clear of those thicker evergreens.
Oh, Eugene.
Oh, Eugene.
Always slow to anger, he’s a good man.
May have gotten even better with his age.
As calm as he is clever, you bet he’ll live forever
in the eyes of all the children that he’s raised.
And now it’s:
Stand up straight.
What’d your mama say?
And what’s life without proper company?
Oh, Eugene.
Oh, Eugene.
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Unfinished Business
03:47
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If I should die tomorrow, I’ll haunt these dusty roads,
‘cause there’s no such place as Heaven without my only love.
I’d beg you forgiveness for leaving you alone
in that one bedroom apartment we used to call our home.
And every night I’d see you in your dreams,
counting down the minutes till you’d sleep.
But I’m not leaving.
I’m still in it.
You and I, we’ve got unfinished business.
I remember when I met you, how you used to make me smile
at a time when all my sadness had my brainwaves running wild.
Now, I swear I’ll love you, baby, until the day I die,
and even then I promise to be right by your side.
And every night I’ll see you in your dreams,
counting down the minutes till you sleep.
But I’m not leaving.
I’m still in it.
You and I, we’ve got unfinished business.
Now and then, you might forget how loved you are.
The smallest absence of your breath could break my heart.
But tonight, I’m sleeping out all alone in Tennessee,
and you’re back home without me.
So If I should die tomorrow, know I’ll haunt these dusty roads,
‘cause there’s no such place as Heaven without my only love.
And every night I’ll see you in your dreams,
counting down the minutes till you sleep.
But I’m not leaving.
I’m still in it.
You and I, we’ve got unfinished business.
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Ten-Cent Conversations
01:39
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I can’t stand the small talk, the ten-cent conversations
in the same three haunted buildings my father would attend.
And I can’t stand the feeling that I’m running out of time,
or all the random wall decor and flashing neon signs.
Don’t ask me how I’m doing.
Don’t ask me how I’ve been.
Ask me what I’m scared of,
or if I think God exists.
‘Cause no one that I know has the money or the time
for ten-cent conversations in the prime of their lives.
Now I’m looking out the window at a life I could’ve lived,
coming home each evening just like my father did.
A steady job and kids.
A pretty little miss.
But I’m a mess.
A lovely mess.
But hey, we can’t all have it all figured out.
I’ll tell you when it’s all figured out.
I’ll call you up, and you can meet me
in our favorite haunted building.
I’ll ask you how you’re doing,
and we’ll have ten-cent conversations
all night long.
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I'll Be Alright
04:04
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We said forever, had no idea at sixteen years
how long that was.
I got a tattoo, and so did you ‘cause
we commit.
Hell, we commit.
But it’s not a reason to go crazy.
I don’t want you if you hate me.
I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright,
I’ll be fine.
You go your way, I’ll go mine,
I’ll be fine.
I had a buddy, we looked for hell and raised it up.
We raised it up.
But I moved away, I think he stayed
but I don’t know.
No, I don’t know.
I think about him when I’m drinking.
Is he swimming, is he sinking?
I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright,
I’ll be fine.
You go your way, I’ll go mine,
I’ll be fine.
Most think I’m crazy, think I’m a loon who likes too much
these dark saloons.
But I don’t need ‘em. Don’t need their words,
I’ve got my own.
I’ve got my own.
I’m getting good at salutations.
All I need is good vibrations.
I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright,
I’ll be fine.
You go your way, I’ll go mine,
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be alright, I’ll be alright,
I’ll be fine.
You go your way, I’ll go mine,
I’ll be fine.
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Sean Tobin Asbury Park, New Jersey
Born and raised on the New Jersey shore, Tobin was influenced by folk-singing troubadours and high-energy rockers alike. His performances and rock n’ roll-tinged releases are due mostly in part to his upbringing in the Jersey shore bar scene. Tobin honed his craft playing countless shows in dives, clubs and basements, as well as during his time busking the streets of Galway, Ireland. ... more
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