1. |
Brokedown Carnival
03:57
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The thinness of my slumbers
disturbed by my lost summers
rustlin' at my window
howling through the palms
The great white pacific
an image of splintered docks
the cool windswept harbors
and the wetness on the rocks
I drove that pacific highway
but my heart never found a port
though I anchored for a short time
on the edge of my true love's shores
and I said come with me my love
to my broke down carnival
we'll chase its echoes down
from here to San Diego
And across this country
my companions must be singing
over near the atlantic
in that big ol' New york city
but I'll stick to my west coast
and I'll comb these beaches
with my memories of the marshlands
of Big Sur and Monterey
where I say come with me my friend
to my broke down carnival
we'll chase its echoes down
from here to San Diego
and I wont be alone and you wont be alone
we'll chase its echoes down from here to the unknown
to the unknown into the unknown
cause these oceans are glistening with promise and pent up tears
and if I catch a piece of driftwood would it bring me back a hundred years?
or all the ones that I held dear
held dear
held dear
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2. |
Indian Summer
03:58
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Haunt the fields where the oak tree bends
in the Indian summer wind
take the path to where autumn begins
in the late September
rush of water rush of stream
in my solitary dream
is there a secret for my sin?
oh I know there's a secret for my sin
take the road to where souls sleep sound
in the autumn burial ground
where the silence falls like wings
in the Indian summer streets
rush of water rush of stream
in the day's quiet dream
is there a secret for my sin?
oh I know there's a secret for my sin
They're spinning our fates at the tree of the world
on threads of silk at the tree of the world
and the witches fly in the burnt September skies
in the Indian summer
in the gypsy summer
in the Indian summer
in this private summer
in the Indian summer
in the gypsy summer
in this private summer
in the Indian summer wind
wind wind wind wind wind wind wind
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3. |
You Can't Go Home Again
03:09
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awake from your dreams be born from sleep
and I'll be your mother tonight
show me your hands are they stained like the madman's?
does he speak in whispers and sincere replies?
drive down the coastline forget what you promised
love is the worst kind of human bondage
and you can't go home again
don't you get it
don't you get it
we went into china town to celebrate there
you had silver dollars in your pockets
and I was like a merchant always ready to sell
who knew what that dreaded New year could foretell?
with the dragons on stilts
it was the year of the bull
the noisy fire and the streets were so full
so I covered my ears
and I looked at you with the knowledge
that it wouldn't last
driving the coastline forget what you asked
but I wish it was a trip where we didn't have to come back
cause you can't go home again
don't you get it
don't you get it
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4. |
Tony the Hustler
03:18
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He walked out on Sunset Blvd
to the cafe
he's been drinking since morning
now evening falls on L.A.
its christmas in the window
of every shop on the street
here's a seasonless greeting
he felt loaded and free
put a light in his heart put a light in the dark
put a light in his heart put a light in the dark
when i first met him he was full of tears and sweat
selling his body for a meal and a bed
so I gave him shelter said I'd be his girl
despite what he promised he wouldn't leave his hustler's world
put a light in my heart put a light in the dark
put a light in my heart put a light in the dark
Tony come home tonight
put your thieving soul to rest
Tony come home tonight
its gonna rain in Los Angeles
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5. |
California Skyline
03:01
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Stranded under the California skyline
getting lost and losing all of my time
if you stay gone then I just can't feel alive
my blood's as cold as the lies you told when you said goodbye
but things are worse for other people
not like you and I
everybody's got their cross to bear
everybody's had a little part of them die
we come to love the places that have jailed us
more than anywhere our feet have freely roamed
if we live inside those moments that surround us
then our house might start to look like a home
for we are just Americans
beguiled and dismayed
and I am just the weaver of shadows
gathering the glitter from all of my days
waiting for the ground to shake and rattle these foundations
waiting for the time it takes to finish what I begin
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6. |
Always
04:23
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Caught between the earth's fortune and deception
romance and disillusionment
maddened by the chase or chased by the madness
sometimes we are all exalted
always seeking, desiring
always changing, always
always making, desiring
always changing, always
never to be overcome by a delicate poison
to absorb it all and live and live again
setting out with the innocent
someone who does not want to be harmed
to touch and touch and rage against dying
always seeking, desiring
we are always changing, always
sometimes brooding, desiring
we are all evolving, always
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7. |
Dawn Comes Early
03:18
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The ghost of a thought
sails through the morning
am i awake just drifting along?
there is no place that i am going
there is nowhere that I belong
there's no time to say goodbye
for when you arrive I will be gone
the dawn comes early through the bedroom
pushing and pulling me out of the dark
I set my feet to wander the daylight
burnt out and hazy as ever before
the ghost of a thought sails through the morning
am I awake just drifting along
there is no place that I am going
there is nowhere that I belong
I drive all the highways of California
am I awake alone on this road?
through cloudless skies and delirious passions
is there no place that I belong?
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8. |
This Furious Beating
06:02
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9. |
Seaside Home
04:06
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what waits behind the curtains tonight
a painful pastiche of the painted sky
a tourist shop for all the memories of youth
hanging on abandoned playgrounds of truth
but I could tell you my story tonight
here in my seaside home
and we could live out a lifetime tonight
here in my seaside home
what waits in the theater of the mind
bells that ring on the waterfronts tonight
a tired witness to the setting sun
with an emotion that's always run
but I could tell you my story tonight
here in my seaside home
and we could live out a lifetime tonight
here in my seaside home
bells ring on the bay side tonight
midnight stands on the water
a painful pastiche of the painted sky
and an anchor on the water
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10. |
Morpheus of the Highway
04:15
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Foggy seacoast lights
so far away from them
far away from catastrophe nights
waiting at the end
I want to be where the earth don't move
where the ground don't shake
I want to be where the love endures
beyond every kind of heartache
and I want to ask for nothin' more
than a blue jay on the rails
Just the kind of morning
you'll remember on your dying bed
with just as much significance
as the birds that go flying overhead
and I want to ask for nothin' more
than the white foam on the shore
Morpheus dreams the golden coast highway
morpheus dreams the golden coast highway
the bonds of love are chained to time
the bonds of love are chained to time
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11. |
Morpheus of the Streets
08:09
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Janessa Ann James Santa Ana, California
Janessa Ann James writes and records under a number of monikers, with a varying cast of collaborators. This page features albums from each of these projects all in one place.
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