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I can’t get used to these empty streets on the morning drive
It feels like someone took a remote control and hit pause on our lives
Time measured in years has always felt different then time in my mind
Have I seen your face before?
Getting used to expecting the wildly unexpected
My thoughts are haywire, my priorities redirected
She says, “You’ve always had a little trouble staying connected
I say, “Well, I can appreciate that”.
I’m riding slow, with a roadie tonight
I feel the friction of the road, I’m getting lost in the lights
Well, we ride this weathered carousel. Is this happening? Is this the new world?
Only time will tell
Keep your eyes on the road
Keep your ear to the ground
You know what we have to do
For now
I’m riding slow, with a roadie tonight
I hear the pain in the quiet, the empty streets on fire
Well, we ride this weathered carousel. Is this happening? Is this the new world?
Only time will tell
I’ve long had dreams of a downtown shiny and bustling
I was romanced by a high rise, I almost bought in
But you know that the wind at my back is largely suburban
And I bend to tradition
I’m riding slow, with a roadie tonight
Well, my love and my life on the passenger side
We ride this weathered carousel. Is this happening? Is this the new world?
Is this happening? Is this the real world?
Only time will tell
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2. |
Down For Me
04:45
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Down For Me
A cracked and faded analog image
Some things that fell through those cracks
That goodbye for now my darling
You thought might actually come back
Must have left you alone and confused
A hole in your history
Clouds that dissolves in the mirror
A ship through the fog out at sea
Did you come down here for me?
Did you come down here just for me?
I must have left the light on.
I don’t believe in the good ole days
That’s for people whose eyes are shut tight
I’m pretty clear about where we came from
How we tossed and turned sleepless nights
I know it’s easy lose your balance
When everything cycles so fast
When each day is a struggle beyond reason
The mind wants to live in the past
So, did you come here for me?
Did you come down here just for me?
Did you come alone?
Better get on home/Better head on home
I’d be lying if I said
You’ve never been on my mind
But most things that I see in the rear mirror
I’m happy that I left behind
There are dark clouds up ahead
And more past the ones I can see
But that trail up over the mountain
Is the only one calling to me
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3. |
We Finally Get Fall
04:34
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We Finally Get Fall
We finally get fall
By late February
The sun is still bright and high
But the air has some bite
As it finds way through the trees
They say it’ll rain
A big storm by mid-week
When it starts coming down
It’s like being out of town
It happens so infrequently
That’s the weather in LA and (There’s no)
And anyway, you would know that
That much hasn’t changed
Since you’ve been gone since you’re not coming back
Since we let the blue sky
Fade to black
The moonlight peeks over the house
Onto the street, and into my car
It’s telling me to settle up here, pack a bag and my guitar
And follow the road through the night to where you are?
You’ve got all four seasons back there in the east
Winter means bitter cold and a heavy coat
And the snow in the trees
But out here in LA we mark time differently
Winter is just the season you went to find yourself and finally gave up on me
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Lovely Backyard
04:21
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Lovely Backyard
The pictures you sent
Are the picture of perfect calm
Bend Oregon,
It’s a sore welcome home
You drove down to LA
From the great North West
To promptly re-pack your car
So, I’m glad you’re someplace
Where you feel safe
Looking out at a lovely backyard
It’s just like LA to welcome you back with a bang
This whole virus thang
Went and ruined everything
It’s a cruel joke when you roll into town
Just as they close all the bars
It’s worth singing loud
I think you saved my life at least once
When I was lost and young
I was running from everyone
Those soft melodies
Those chords that ebb and flow
Fast and then slow
They are so beautiful
You got stuck in an apartment in West LA
Where they wouldn’t let you play that guitar
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5. |
We Go Down
04:40
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We Go Down
Rosalie you’re my girl
You work on the production line
Let’s slip past the machines
Past the whirring of busy minds
Past those poor craning necks
Past before and what comes next
Let’s drive up through downtown
In my brothers old red Ford van
Past the stadium gates
Past the neighborhood hot dogs stand
Up that nice quiet street
By the police academy
And we go down
We park the van in the turnaround
And we go down
Right to this little spot that we found, Rosalie
Rosalie you’re my girl
A little quiet but oh so sweet
Curves like the north hills
You’re barely south of five feet
You’re the light in my sky
You’re the queen of my backseat
God knows I am trying
But I can barely breathe
If I’m not the man I was
Or the one I hoped I be
I still feel like a man when you’re here with me
In this van on this street
In the shade, under this tree
My Rosalie
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6. |
Birthday Song
04:11
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Birthday Song
The last call lights flicker
Your beers half full
You nursed that drink all night
For the sake of a little company
For the chance to set the world just right, for the night
The ideas crashing, coming too fast
Your agile brilliant mind
Your profane tirades, our collective gasp
No thought left unspoken
Each word opined
Happy birthday my dear friend
Where you been, Slim?
The bowling alley
Talking trash
Some alley Downtown
Procuring stash
A trip up north
To the other Glogovac
Holed up in your apartment
Laying down tracks
There’s a big hole in the sky this time of year
But you know, I’m doing fine
I sure do miss collective celebrations
Today being yours
Yesterday being mine
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Long Vacation
03:52
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Long Vacation
Coming off the dog days of summer
The hard labor of fall begins
Been here so many times
No surprise you end up here again
You never took a breath to consider
The product of all of this loss
Your place in the new landscape
Or how much that stiff upper lip cost
You need a long vacation
A little time to let go of the steering wheel
And when you get back from that long vacation
Maybe you should turn around and get out of this town for real
You worked it like it was your own
Like it’d been the family for years
All the while knowing well
It would never be yours free and clear
And the one thing you’ve come to count on
Each season will throw you a curve
Never sure which is more
What you get or what you deserve
You need a long vacation
It’s time to negotiate a better deal
And when you get back from that long vacation
Maybe you should turn around and get out of this town for real
You got talked into playing a part
Left here to mind the store
But after all these empty years
No one’s talking about you anymore
You need a long vacation
Is there a life for you past this ordeal?
And when you get back from your long vacation
Leave your bags packed, turn around and get out of this town
For real
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The North Valley
06:26
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The North Valley
Soft hazy days in the north valley
You can see the heat rise off the freshly paved roads
Roads so wide there’s isn’t anyplace like it
At least no place that I know
Santa Susana’s north of the newest new houses
A mile past our school, the Cagney ranch down the block
A shower of stars, nights when the smog would blow away
On display from the fields of empty house lots
All these forks in the road
Some devised
Some unavoidable
Who’s calling you home?
What temps you to stray?
To burn white hot, like the North Valley sun
Or to live to fight another
They say that we could have
That we so nearly did
But come on kid
We never stood a chance
We you going to wait around
For them to tell us what to do?
We had our own plans
Summer that year just skipped over fall
Into a Hollywood winter that was wet and long
The smaillest things played like marathons
Until it just made sense to move on
Those unavoidable forks in the road
There was nothing for you at home
Why did you stay?
You were born to burn like the summer sun
And let come what may
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A Puff of Smoke
03:35
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A Puff of Smoke
I turn into a sad little
Puff of white smoke
As I pour into the street?
Plainly invisible
Not a soul can see me
All of these sharp expensive clothes
These black shiny boots
All this fine jewelry
Like a magician’s trick
Appear to float on top of me
This curious state
Did I disappear or come out clean?
Will I spend the rest of my days
Not being seen?
This is no smoke and mirrors
No slight of hand or rare disease?
I fear it’s just the beautiful years
Having had their way with me
When the song goes this long
After the thrill is gone
Such a familiar tune
Hey December?
Yesterday felt just like June?
This curious state
Did I disappear or come out clean?
Now I’ll spend the rest of my days
Not being seen
This dubious fate
Kid before long you’ll know just what I mean
We spend our waning days
Not being seen
I’m walking ghost
A puff of white smoke
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Changes
05:13
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Changes-David Bowie
Still don't know what I was waitin' for
And my time was runnin' wild
A million dead-end streets and
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I've never caught a glimpse
How the others must see the faker
I'm much too fast to take that test
Don't want to be a richer man
There's gonna have to be a different man
Time may change me
But I can't trace time
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through
Don't tell them to grow up and out of it
Where's your shame?
You've left us up to our necks in it
Strange fascinations fascinate me
Ah, changes are taking
The pace I'm goin' through
Ooh, look out, you rock 'n' rollers
Pretty soon now you're gonna get older
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The Smallest Beach
03:10
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Did you find your way back home?
Did you find that home was back that way at all?
Did the waves sweep you away
Until the beach looked sad and small?
There’s a house on a nearby hill
In the afternoon light
It shines like a lavish dream
And reminds me that houses aren’t always what they seem
And when all is said and done
It’s not who you are
It’s just where you came from
Why look back?
Why even bother turning your head?
Make your way
To the better day
Right up there on the road ahead
It’s good to keep the peace
I’m almost always happy to give a little more
But I’ve learned when it’s time to
Walk away and close a door
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7420
04:31
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You’ll be home all day
We’ll home all night
Laying low and abstaining
From all of our non-essential activities
They boil down to just 4 or 5 things
We’re still left here with whole lot of nothing
The sun sets slow
Over the Hollywood sign
Over the empty Boulevard
We sit close on the weathered bench
In the dirt patch in our front yard
Waiting for the fireworks to start
Happy Independence Day
Baby I sure love you
You’re just about the only thing
In this broken world that I intend to hold onto
You bring out the food
I’ll go fetch your sweater
The fireworks in the LA sky feel like a wish for something better
There’s a nervous chill the July air
There’s no point in trying to pretend
That we’ve any idea what tomorrow brings
Or how this chapter ends
Or which way the curve is going to bend
Happy Independence Day
The sky lights up red, white and blue
You’re about the only thing
In this broken world that I intend to hold onto
I miss my band and I miss my folks
And I miss our friends
I try to view this experience
Through a larger lens
A painful means to a better end
Happy Independence Day
Baby I sure love you
You’re just about the only thing
In this broken world that I intend to hold onto
Let’s raise a glass
To love and truth and science
The fireworks in the LA sky fell like an act of pure defiance
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The Furious Seasons Los Angeles, California
The Furious Seasons are an acoustic trio with stories to tell. Living inside these songs are tales of persons in desperate situations, chronicles of life in 21st century Los Angeles, and stories of quietly heroic individuals, often told with a nod towards the passage of time. Acclaimed songwriter, singer and guitarist David Steinhart fashions songs that live on the hopeful side of melancholy, ... more
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