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Ghost of Your Smile
04:54
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Did I hear your voice again, a simple trick in the nighttime wind
While I’m dozing off trying to forget
Out my window on the stoop, the rain patters an old soft shoe
Rhythm & a sway or maybe Bowie’s Suffragette
Headlights glow down below stretching up past Deadbeat Row
& then disappear where they long to get
The radiator’s wheezing for relief
Meanwhile, in a window ‘cross the street
Two lovers tumble in a heap
But it’s nothing that we haven’t seen
No mystique, just veneer and plastic mimicry
& the ghost of your smile keeps me company
In the tiny bar beneath, sometimes you can see celebrities
Hunkered in a booth & drinking for free
Outside are girls with their hot pants pink thumbing up cash to the roller rink
Or a wobble & sneeze in the backseat checkered T
The pot is boiling on the gas, my mama used to say this too will pass
If I’d let it be & just believe
Gonna call me a number that I know
Gonna show me a good time & curl my toes
But who am I kidding there’s nobody home
Would it really hurt to try & hope
It’s a daunting feat to keep from wanting it to be
& this ghost of your smile keeps haunting me
Ain’t it funny how the night’s so long you can’t sleep & it all feels wrong
When you’re sorting through photos of days that are gone
Pictures from the bar downstairs, they caught you smiling they caught your stare
& there are faded ones too from our trip to St. John’s
I hear a hollering couple outside; I sip some tea while the radiator sighs
Should I watch TV, if something’s even on
It’s getting light now but I’m still awake
Everything on these walls to me seem fake
I’m not sure how much more I can take
And wherever I gaze you’re surrounding me
Filling the room, it’s a vacuum I can’t escape or flee
& the ghost of your smile is killing me
Yes, the ghost your smile keeps haunting me
& the ghost of your smile keeps me company
Written by Patrick Storedahl
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All I Need
04:36
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Standing near the station watching trains again
When you breathe I can see your breath
Although it’s cold, not a word is even spoken
As loud and clear as the ones we’ve never said
I want to know everything you’re thinking, dear
I want to feel your heart and soul
I want to bathe in all your stories and your dreams
But tonight, tonight…this is all I need
Over our shoulders there are the city lights
The back and forths…the up and downs of life
But still we’re quiet watching trains arrive and leave
Tonight, tonight
I want to feel you next to me when we awake
I want you to know what’s on my mind
I want to tell you all these secrets that I’ve seen
But tonight, tonight…this is all I need
I can feel your warmth…next to me
I can feel love…and I can feel your heat
I’m feeling alright…tonight
This is all I need…this is all I need…this is all I need
Standing near the station but it’s quiet now
Without a word we turn and walk away
I put my hand out and you hold it tight
And we just fade away
I want you to know everything I’m thinking, dear
I want you to feel my heart and soul
I want us to bathe in all our stories and our dreams
But tonight, tonight…this is all I need
Tonight, tonight…this is all I need
Tonight, tonight…this is all I need
Written by Patrick Storedahl
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She wears the drop dead tint of cool
And every move she makes is made with purpose
As if she stole it from a movie
She’s all familiar yet out of focus
Backseat, dub-beat, sundress, bare feet
Big stick, bar bet, lighting up a cigarette
Feet up, hair back, ducking in a Cadillac
Lights out, handout, slogans on her hand
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
OOO, wrapped up in a flower printed dress
Every question is a test like nothing she’d confess
Pouring bourbon over rocks, smoking hydroponic pot
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
Butterfly bursting in the big blue world
She floats about ‘til she captures your gaze
And when she looks into your eyes she’ll detect any disguise
You wear to save you from her spell
She likes the midnight, backlight, subtext, sound bite
Greased mag, sleazebag, tattooed model type
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
OOO, wrapped up in a flower printed dress
And when she looks into your eyes she can see you are surprised
She remains, she remains unbroken
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
With her black and blue pout she stifles any urge to speak
And she prefers to move without a rhythm
She smiles to see if your impressed brushes her hair back to confess
Like she’s devout or high
Dashboard, drugstore, fifty-cent encore
Chauffeured traveler, old money, daddy’s girl
Tooth bling, ding-a-ling, listen to the angels sing
Watching California slide into the ocean
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
OOO, wrapped up in a flower printed dress
Every question is a test like nothing she’d confess
Pouring bourbon over rocks, smoking hydroponic pot
OOO, dancing barefoot in a parking lot
Written by Patrick Storedahl
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4. |
Come Back to Me
04:00
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It’s complicated
That’s what you said
Now I’m here all alone and I just can’t get myself out of bed
I wish you’d come back to me
There’s been food on the table
For all of three days
But I can’t bring myself to even pick up the plate and just throw it away
I wish you’d come back to me
I wish you, wish you, wish you’d just come back to me
I wish you, wish you, wish you’d just come back
Think you poisoned my heart
And crippled my trust
You hauled off and swung like boxer yeah you punched me right in the guts
I’m down for the count
Gonna bury my head
Under these sheets
And I’ll dream and I’ll dream and I’ll dream ‘til I can feel your dirty hands all over me
I wish you’d come back to me
I wish you, wish you, wish you’d just come back to me
I wish you, wish you, wish you’d just come back
I wish you, wish you, wish you’d just come back to me
I wish you, wish you, wish you’d just come back
I wish you, wish you, wish you’d just come back to me
I wish you, wish you, wish you’d just come back
I wish you, wish you, wish you’d just come back to me
I wish you, wish you, wish you’d just come back
It’s complicated
Written by Patrick Storedahl
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5. |
Psycho Killer
04:31
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6. |
Givin' Up
03:05
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Givin’ up Givin’ up
Givin’ up…thinking you might still want me
Givin’ up…on feelings that only haunt me
Givin’ up…thinking it’s simple as this…simple as this
Givin’ up
Givin’ up…on feeling any sorrow
Givin’ up…hoping for a tomorrow
Givin’ up…on any closure and catharsis
I’m being pulled down a stream
I need a life line ‘cause I’m slipping away, I’m slipping away,
I’m… Givin’ up, givin’ up, givin’ up
Oh lord, can’t you see me…Down on my knees…I’m givin’ up
Givin’ up Givin’ up
Givin’ up…won’t you mend this broken heart now?
Givin’ up…and all these things tearing me apart now
Givin’ up…on empathy and respect
I’m being pulled down a stream
I need a life line ‘cause I’m slipping away, I’m slipping away,
I’m… Givin’ up, givin’ up, givin’ up
Oh lord, can’t you see me…Down on my knees…I’m givin’ up
Givin’ up…sticking my finger in the dam
Givin’ up…thinking you’re my kind of man
Givin’ up…believing you’ll love and hold me
Givin’ up…grieving ‘bout those words you told me
Givin’ up…I’m givin’ up on givin’ up
I’m being pulled down a stream
I need a life line ‘cause I’m slipping away, I’m slipping away,
I’m… Givin’ up, givin’ up, givin’ up
Oh lord, can’t you see me…Down on my knees…I’m givin’ up
Oh lord, can’t you see me…Down on my knees…I’m givin’ up
Oh lord, can’t you see me…Down on my knees…I’m givin’ up
Written by Patrick Storedahl
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Alex Blum and the Roadside Quartet Kelso, Washington
Alex Blum and the Roadside Quartet is a hybrid band from western part of Washington State in the USA. With a broad palette
and hints of a retro sound, they utilize elements of rock, country, blues, rockabilly, folk, R&B, and pop.
•Alex Blum – Vocals
•Ted Clark – Drums and backing vocals
•Peter Jansen – Guitars
•Douglas Blum – Bass and backing vocals
•Patrick Storedahl – Guitars and backing vocals
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