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Part of It (Live)
03:20
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Memorial Drive (Live)
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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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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Good Days (Live)
04:16
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This Midnight (Live)
04:22
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Learning to Fly (Live)
03:55
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Swear (Live)
04:23
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Old Magnolia (Live)
02:36
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Old magnolia,
sweet ambrosia,
laying down in the
shadow of the trees.
Talking politics.
What’s a crucifix?
When we’re twenty-six,
will you marry me?
Will you marry me?
I have always
thought of always
as such a long way
to eternity.
But when I’m with you,
all I want to do
is make love to you
and hope time would freeze.
Old magnolia,
sweet ambrosia,
laying down in the
shadow of the trees.
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Never Coming Down (Live)
03:51
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Piles of laundry in the corner,
empty fridge since Tuesday last,
cups of coffee from the morning
writing songs I won’t record
‘bout the way this life has passed.
Spend my evenings watching TV,
spend my money at the bar.
Spent my 20’s chasing something
I might never comprehend.
Don’t know how I got this far.
‘Cause I’m a sailor, though I’ve never owned a boat.
And I’m a cowboy, though I’ve never learned to rope.
Well, I’m a dreamer with my head up in the clouds.
I’m up here, and I’m never coming down.
I’m up here, and I’m never coming down.
I was brought up to believe
in something bigger than just me.
To be kind, to be humble,
and to work for what I want,
but to know the things I need.
So I’ve got friends that I know love me,
cause I love them just as hard.
When the risks I take go sideways,
I know I’ll be okay.
Hell, I’m living in the stars.
‘Cause I’m a sailor, though I’ve never owned a boat.
And I’m a cowboy, though I’ve never learned to rope.
Well, I’m a dreamer with my head up in the clouds.
I’m up here, and I’m never coming down.
I’m up here, and I’m never coming down.
I’m a sailor, though I’ve never owned a boat.
And I’m a cowboy, though I’ve never learned to rope.
Well, I’m a dreamer with my head up in the clouds.
I’m up here, and I’m never coming down.
I’m up here, and I’m never coming down.
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So this is how it ends, this is how we go:
sitting on the front porch with a dog and a radio.
The news begins to fade, and the band to play.
I guess if we’re going down, it’ll be in our own way.
Well they say it’s just our time,
and if that’s just the case, well I guess that’s fine.
‘Cause all the plans and mistakes we’ve made,
they’re all so clear to us now but too little too late.
This is a song for the end of the world,
so sing along for the end of the world.
Can’t say we didn’t try.
Can’t say we didn’t try.
Can’t say we didn’t try.
Can’t say we didn’t try.
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My Own Heaven (Live)
03:30
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I’m tired of waking up in blue jeans
feeling like a cigarette.
Burned out for your entertainment,
digging deeper into debt.
I’m tired of billionaires and sitcoms
cracking jokes to pass the time.
Mostly I’m just tired of living,
I think it’s killing me alive.
It’s killing me alive.
I’m tired of everyone complaining
‘bout the way things ought to be,
how they were back in the old days,
everyone including me.
But every now and then, I get a glimpse of my own heaven.
It’s the smell of salty air, and the town that I live in.
It’s the way she says I love you after two glasses of wine.
It’s the sound of birds at sunrise. It’s her lips against mine.
I’m tired of sleeping in for hours
without reason to awake.
It’s like swimming laps in concrete.
It’s hurry up and wait.
I’m tired of politics and taxes
and not seeing any change.
Mostly I’m just tired of dying,
I think it’s driving me insane.
But every now and then, I get a glimpse of my own heaven.
It’s the smell of salty air, and the town that I live in.
It’s the way she says I love you after two glasses of wine.
It’s the sound of birds at sunrise. It’s her lips against mine.
It’s a palm tree in December and mountains in the spring.
It’s the first night of the summer and the warm air it brings.
It’s making sure I never have to feel alone again,
‘Cause up in my own heaven, the party never ends.
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$5 Dreams (Live)
04:28
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How to Pray (Live)
04:11
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Original Songs by Bruce Springsteen, Gaslight Anthem, and Southside Johnny Respectively
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True Believers (Live)
03:01
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Suburbanite (Live)
03:14
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Dammit (Live)
03:21
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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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