1. |
Just Listen, Please
03:53
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I can paint a picture with these six strings
and a guitar pick,
Make it overflow with passion, so much so I know
you can't help but feel it, too.
I can sprinkle it with words that will make you tremble
with the things they stir inside of you.
So won't you please let me share it with you?
Becasue it don't mean a thing alone in my bedrooom.
No, it don't mean a thing alone in my bedoom
I won't lie and say I wouldn't take the fame and the fortune
if they were handed to me,
But let's be honest now, that's as hopeless a goal
as working just to win the lottery.
No, I still write these songs because my compensation is
something else entirely
So you could make me the richest man alive if you would
write me a check to the amount of five minutes of your time.
What I feel, I know you've felt it, too.
What you feel, you know I've felt it, too.
I need this song to ground myself, and connect myself to this world.
So, just listen, please.
Just listen, please.
This is my art, and all I want is to
share it with somebody new.
With a little luck you might open your ears and
let it speak to you.
The best of times, the worst of times, you've always had
someone there to walk down that road with you.
So won't you please let me share this journey with you?
Because it don't mean a thing alone in my bedroom.
No, it don't mean a thing alone in my bedroom.
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2. |
A Lot to Learn
05:03
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When I was young I didn't know
why Grandpa was such an angry man.
Coke in hand, he'd tell me about
all those things he didn't understand.
In his glass ice was clinkin',
while he espoused what he was thinkin'.
We'd watch the cars drive slowly by
as the sun went down and he told me why...
The Beatles were the cause
of the conflict in Vietnam.
And all those things those talking heads
on the television had to say were wrong.
And I swore he had a lot to learn
about the modern world.
But it was I who had a lot to learn,
about the modern world
and the dangers of convenience
and indulgence
Oh, well, it was I
who had a lot to learn.
Now I think about the values he instilled in me
and I swear that I can smell
the fire and the brimstone in this
modern terrestrial hell.
Now I'm a boy who gets angry about
all those things he doesn't understand.
I've realized that I'm just another
cranky old man.
And I think technology is the downfall
of common courtesy.
The rottenness and stupidity of kids today
is plain to see.
And I swear they have a lot to learn
about the modern world.
But it is I who has a lot to learn
about the modern world
and the dangers of furies
and worries
of cranky old men
who have a lot to learn.
It is I who has a lot to learn,
but I'll spurn everything
until I do.
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3. |
Dirty Tricks
04:21
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Last night didn't go quite the way I hoped it would.
And I suspect tonight will be the same.
I came to you for a solution, but I found only shame.
I always fall for your dirty tricks.
I come to you when I'm in need.
Oh, just a little taste.
I know I shouldn't but I just can't help myself.
Gallantly I stroll over, and away I crawl.
I ignore the grimace you put upon my face,
and those tears in my eyes,
Because your so kind as to cloud my thoughts
and clear my mind.
But by now I should know it's just one of
your dirty tricks.
That peace I find in you, well, I know it
never really sticks.
This morning I woke up sick
and all my problems were still there.
You're glimmering as if to say you know I'm
just the thing you need.
I'm tempted although I already
Know how this will end.
But maybe, maybe...
Maybe tonight it will be different...
Last night didn't go quite the way I hoped it would.
And I suspect tonight will be the same,
But maybe, maybe, maybe...
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4. |
A Wasted Life
04:34
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I'm a 26 year-old boy still playing in a sandbox
while everyone is getting old around me.
Every time I tell myself, "Tomorrow I'll grow up,"
I wake up too hungover to care.
Because a wasted life is but a moment in time.
Running around is all I got, tying myself up in knots
and not trying to stop.
I don't have to save the world
To make my time worthwhile.
I know it's not a lot,
but this song is all I got
to give.
Who says it has to be that way?
Who says I must live up to my potential?
I didn't ask to be a part of this,
I never asked to have the life I live
So I reserve the right to choose the way I live it.
Because a wasted life is but a moment in time.
Running around is all I got, tying myself up in knots
And feeling a lot.
I don't have to save the world
To make my time worthwhile.
I know it's not a lot,
but this song is all I got
to give.
A wasted life is but a moment in time,
so I'm gonna take the liberty of wasting mine.
A wasted life is but a moment in time,
so I'm gonna take the liberty of wasting mine.
Yeah, I'll take the liberty of wasting mine.
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Argentina
05:41
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Remember when we said,
"Let's go to Argentina?"
I can't even count those nights
we spent lying there and dreaming
'bout the perfect life we'd have.
We were sure that all we needed
was you and me, a little beach,
and lots of different fishes.
I don't know if I ever really believed
it was more than just something that we were dreaming,
but the more that we talked it seemed
the closer we got
to our beach in Argentina.
We had it all planned out.
We'd open up a cafe.
Serving drinks all day to keep the banks at bay,
and spend all our nights relaxing.
If the cafe fails, who cares?
I'll play my guitar in the street.
If we can't afford the rent,
we'll pitch a tent out on the beach.
I guess I should have known that something so perfect
could never really be, but who would have guessed that
between you and me, the cafe, the tent, the beach and the fishes,
It was you and I that couldn't be.
It was you and I that wouldn't belong
On our beach in Argentina.
The best laid plans often go awry!
The best laid plans often go awry!
The best laid plans often go awry,
And it was you and I, you and I,
you and I that wouldn't belong
on our beach in Argentina.
Even tough I killed our dream
that doesn't mean that it was easy.
I'm dying to believe it could still be our reality.
Mirages look so real when seen from a distance,
but the closer they get the faster they fade.
Now I'm lying all alone, but it doesn't stop me from dreaming
About the perfect life we had when we were all that we needed.
Maybe I'll see you someday.
Life's funny that way.
Maybe I'll see you someday...
Maybe I'll see you someday
on our beach in Argentina.
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6. |
Bye Bye, Baby
04:07
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I've heard it's better to love and lose.
I guess I'll find out the hard way.
It's either stick around and stagnate, or get out there and find
that piece of me that's missing while leaving you behind
So bye bye, baby. I'll see you soon.
I don't know when, much less where that'll be.
Bye bye, baby. I'll see you soon.
This goodbye hurts more than the rest.
As I kiss you the speeding of my heartbeats will attest
that my conviction is fleeting, my heart wants to betray
my mind so I don't look back, and I run instead of walk away.
So bye bye, baby. I'll see you soon.
I don't know when, much less where that'll be.
Bye bye, baby. I'll see you soon.
I'll stray from clichés,
and hop on this train,
and continue my search for
a place that feels like home.
I'll leave you behind
with those tears in your eyes,
but you're with me wherever,
Wherever I may go.
So bye bye, baby. I'll see you soon.
I don't know when, much less where that'll be.
Bye bye, baby. I'll see you soon.
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Blake Farha Berlin, Germany
Blake Farha is a native Texan singer/songwriter who has been playing and writing music for over 17
years.
Fueled by his transience, Blake’s vocal driven tunes are reflections of wanderlust, that ever elusive search for self, and the people he meets along the way.
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