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As a Matter of Fact
The day breaks hot
Before you expect it will
The sun beats like fire at your back
The Santa Ana winds
Blew like the world might end
On the day you left
As a matter of fact
I don’t blame you much
LA just fed your crutch
You drink it up
You backtrack
Until the love and work and the music fade
You are so easy to distract
As a matter of fact
And all the light
All the love in the world
Couldn’t set you right
Couldn’t curb your appetite
A nose-diving meteorite in the LA night
It’s no secret that
She’ll probably take you back
But how long would that last
You’ll break those vows before the month is out
Her spirit just as fast
All the light
All the love in the world
Couldn’t set you straight
A Greyhound shot out of a gate
Desire that will not abate until it’s too late
When the wind blows hard
On October days
When it’s bone dry and summertime hot
I wonder when you’ll be back this way
LA is all we’ve got
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Burn you Clean
I’ll probably never hang that picture of you.
I’ll probably never know exactly why
I’ll blankly stare at that spot on the wall picturing you in my mind’s eye.
You’re standing alone in the corner
Of the bar that you all built with your hands
With the drink you could never put down
In a frozen world of impossible plans.
The Arizona heat
It’ll take your breath away
It will change your mind and burn you clean
All before mid-day.
The Arizona sky
Goes on for a million miles
I believe you thought
It would save your life
Against all odds and common sense
You went out on your own
With a few trusted defenders
On the new frontier
Where your father makes his home
A new melody emerged
But that dissonant refrain
Rose up like a monster from bottom of the lake
Waiting for your soul to reclaim
The Arizona heat
It’ll take your breath away
It will change your plans and burn you clean
All before mid-day.
The Arizona sky
Goes on for a million miles
I believe you thought
It would save your life
There was plenty of bullshit and bluster F/G
There was plenty of panic and tears C/F
But I can count on one hand Dm/G
The times you let me in
In the span of all those years Am/Em/F
I’ll probably never hang that picture of you.
I’ll probably never know exactly why
I picture you letting the sun go down in the blood-red Havasu sky
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Figure it Out
Who could feign surprise
When you flew off the tracks
No net, no brakes, and this time no getting back
Even when you got upright
You could hear the engine churn
All those lessons you’ll never learn
Lay in wait for one good downturn
But you’ve weren’t alone
You were not alone
Did you think you were alone?
What I could’ ve/should’ve done
What I would’ve done
What I never did and so
All that is left now is to figure out how to let you go
It must be lonely late at night
It must be pure hell when you wake
How could you turn your back?
Knowing full well what was at stake?
I could never call you out
You would never call it by its name
If we’re well past placing blame
You’ve still every reason to walk in shame
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I Was an Actor
For a little while
All the planets were aligned
You were a beacon
You were a North Star
And I was an actor
Struggling with my lines
The boss of the flatlands
East of the Hollywood sign
I’m sorry I went away
I go away sometimes (You pushed me away sometimes)
Inside and away ( A hard push away)
I should kick myself
For every time
That I kicked myself
For not being the one who could change your settled (stubborn) mind
I was enamored
You were both so shiny and clean
Lanky like Elvis
Aloof like James Dean
Back then they called me
The renaissance man
I was just a kid fumbling
From failed plan to failed plan
In the beginning
All of the planets were aligned
You were a rare find
You were one of a kind
And I was an actor
In desperate need of a fresh start
You were the North Star
I was glad to play my part
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Slide into Sadness
Anger slides into sadness
Pride breathes into grace
It kills me to think of you working so hard to hide
The fear written all over your face
Why blame myself,
For things I couldn’t see?
Still I know when I’m alone and thinking straight
It was no help to you, knowing me
The seasons they change
This life is just a song
It plays on for a little while
We do our best to sing along (play)
Some tunes fade away
Some end suddenly
Some twist and turn and then
End in a way you would never believe
Now you’re chatter among friends
Wine and tall tales
You and I, we were a classic war story
Ahab and his whale
We had our good fun
We dragged each other through the mud
Still, I doubt that you ever doubted for a second
That I loved you just like you were blood
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Statiscally Speaking
04:24
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Statistically Speaking
The triumphrat go for drinks and to shoot a little pool
Was it luck or fate to cross paths with you two?
At first reserved you soon proved not immune
A short courtship and a long honeymoon
Against us three
You had no hope to defend
Before the evenings end
I had some new best friends
New best friends
I’d been through changes, I’d stalled out, I had faltered
The life I’d hoped for, once and forever altered
I was looking inward, keeping my head down
I was living scared, sick of myself, sick of this town
But like a godsend
Right there and then
I started to mend, when
I found some new best friends
New best friends
I had settled in
To a life of ambivalence
But you shook me from that trance
Gave me a second chance
I bet it’s more common for 30 year old men
At least statistically speaking
When you put paper to pen
To fall down a well
Or be struck by lightening
Then to find a pair of new true best friends
On whom you can depend
Who will be there until the end
Who helped me find myself again
New best friends
New best friends
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Pitch Black
The pitch-black hours before dawn
Would it kill you to put something warm on?
Did you tell your mom where you were going and how long you’d be gone?
No small victory, this truce that we’ve made
And I’ll drive you home now, you just could’ve stayed
And I’ll watch from the car as you walk up and until the doors shut
I watch the sun sneak up
And light this suburban street
In the face of the new day and all its possibilities
You turn back and half-smile at me
The fire soaked in pain
And these California dreams
Where everything moves so fast
Until nothing was what it seems
My callow stupidity
I just had to leave
OK, I wasn’t around
Let’s not go and make too much of that now
We both know that it could have been worse
I think you know I’m not proud
Now the sun’s in my eyes
Forever blinding me
To the way things turned out
And the way that they’ll never be
But you’re still the best part of me
The pitch-black hours before dawn
On this dissolving night
And from now on
Can you just let me be someone that you can count on?
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The Vast Divide
There were no last words
No sweet sticky stuff
If you’d heard it all
Maybe I’d said enough
Somewhere I lost the code
Maybe you hid it from me
All I know is nothing ever gets found
In the place I thought it’d be
So, you sail into the light and wave goodbye
There’s no way we were ever going to bridge that vast divide
Raise your glass and I ‘ll raise mine like everything is going to turn out fine
And maybe when I cross that street, you and I will meet on the other side
Salute the uniform, the drunkard inside
It seems like all was forgiven
The minute you died
But I’ve no illusions now
I kind of wish that I did
Laid to bare in sad detail
The secrets you kept hid
So, you sail into the light and wave goodbye
There’s no way we were ever going to bridge that vast divide
Raise your glass and I ‘ll raise mine like everything is going to turn out fine
And maybe when I cross that street, you and I will meet on the other side
If there were last words
I don’t recall when
Spoken unaware in the clouds
We were both so different then
So, you sail into the goodnight and wave goodbye
There’s no way you were ever going to bridge that vast divide
Tip your cap to one side, nod and wink to your child and bride
Christ, I will even pray, that it’s a different day on the other side
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Your Irish Funeral
04:19
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Your Irish Funeral
A big church on outskirts of town
In the crisp Indiana air
There were so many people there
Most you never knew
It was still nice that that they showed up
I know that your mother means well
I know how much she loves you
And how little she could do
And how hard she tried
And how she never gave up
All those uniforms and those white robes
Those hip modern Catholic hymns
I pictured you in the pew
With a bottle of booze
Saying “tell me that this ain’t a sin”
But at your Irish funeral
All the people that you really knew
Would be high as hell
At your house on the hill
Singing (Jeff Buckley, Avett Brothers, Paul Simon, your favorite) songs above you
We’d tool our way around town
Climb up under the old Disney bridge
We’d hit 41 then 3 Clubs
Probably drive my truck into a ditch
The room was rightfully heavy and sad
I was just pissed off
I said some hard things
Some that needing saying
I feel less like that now
And they prayed and they praised, and they cried
And they lined up to have a last view
But when the priest and the like
Spoke about your life
Weren’t no one resembling you
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I Want to Be Sure
03:43
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I Want to Be Sure
It’s cold up the mountain in Mammoth Lake during the last weekend of January
For a kid from the North Valley who’s never really known snow
The sun pierces the clouds, ok let’s go
Staying up all night and working all day tearing down the icy, windy slopes
The night we watched the stars, just lying in the middle of the road
As if they ‘d tell us something we didn’t already know
I’m trying to remember the warmer side
The generous heart/The easy smile
The sideways knowing smile/Infectious and childlike
The strength and the humor, the softness and the light
And I want to be sure that
I remember it right
You could let your guard down a bit
When you got away from the city
That’s when you were your best self or maybe just yourself
Its those times that I need to remember well
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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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