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I Don't Wanna Go Home
03:06
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Wonderland
02:58
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Brother I been lying all along
My collar’s not as clean as I let on
My heart’s pain free, my coffee’s weak
And I been staring out the car window too long
Wandering souls won’t go home, until they find their own
But I won’t go back to Wonderland
Sister I been trying to sing in key
And carry on with decent company
But my smile’s not cold, my sins not sold
And I try to be polite but it’s not cheap
When bright lights sigh at my stroll,
I’ll find my feet and quiet my soul
And I won’t go back to Wonderland
Yes I wholeheartedly agree
These ships set sail on different seas
Oh how hard I’ve tried to straighten my stride on the tides I ride
When my time finally comes,
I’ll hide my sighs and bite my tongue
And I won’t go back to Wonderland
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Black Boots
02:50
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Late last week with my dirt hands blessed, and beat and burned
I put on my Sunday best, to cash my earn
Uptown man shed a welcome smile, and a sorry sigh
He said the drought gone made this whole well dry, and he smiled goodbye
Chorus:
Oh, so you wanna get a rise?
Let me put black boots on and we’ll take it outside
Oh, we’re gonna make wrong right
Uptown’s gonna go downtown tonight
I tipped my hat to the next uptown, another man to try
He said the earth gone and shook this whole town down, and he smiled goodbye
Chorus
Well you can dry my well, you can shake my land, for a good time cheap
But this hat will never go in hand, for a good night’s sleep
They say some men can always stand, and it’s always free
Chorus
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4. |
Quiet Quiet Ground
03:19
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5. |
Mannequin Man
03:47
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Mama fits frames, finds space on the wall
Papa counts tuition in dimes
I’m a good son soaking what’s around and that’s all
Wondering when there comes a time
When’s it going to be my time?
The plastic man did a dance, sang me a song,
Offered up the green and the gold
I said “thank you man, I got a plan, I’m righting the wrong
But let me go and get your coat
Let me go and get your coat”
Chorus:
I was born to be a mover, not a mannequin man
Sworn to shake the sugar, not like a mannequin man
I’ll be damn before you take me like a mannequin man
The ragged man with bloody hands, a shuffle and sway
Offered up a bloody hand
I said “thank you brother, I’ll give you a brand new day”
Just tell them I’m your hero again
Tell them again and again and again
Chorus
I shake a slant hand, soft smile at your grand plan
Then leave in my Rolls, brand new
Mama steps back, sights her frames on the wall
Wishing she could make more room
Can I get a bit more room?
Chorus
I’ll be damned before you take me
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House on the Hill
04:13
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The sixth house on the seventh street
Cracked shutters and the willow tree
Pot of coffee halfway full
My head on the window sill
Looking up towards the hill
That day the walls collapsed
That sky was torn and fast
I was not overcome
By my father’s son
Yes sir, I had finally won
Yet I’m colder still
I learned to not ask why
When I smile at a bright blue sky
Now I sleep in the sun
Like my daddy never done
In this house up on the hill
Up where the wind is still
The lights way down below
Stay warm with the common glow
And I’m colder still
These days with the coffee full
I put my head on the window sill
I tried hard not to sleep
I tried so hard to dream
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Kingsley Flood Boston, Massachusetts
With features in NPR, the Wall Street Journal, and the New York Times, Boston and Washington, DC sextet Kingsley Flood
straddles the line between high energy indie rock and introspective folk.
With its "signature high energy" (Rolling Stone), the band has played the main stage at the Newport Folk Fest and has been dubbed "Boston's best live band" (Boston Herald).
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