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Good Old Wind
03:27
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Dime store Denny seen em come and go
With his armchair heart and his rocking chair soul
When the customers come with a name he can't sound
He says "this old town is going down"
Goth Girl Gabby and her god damned pen
Telling them tall tales the new wind's preaching
Denny don't like the colors she wore
Now she ain't coming around no more
Oh no the old wind blows!
Denny keeps scraping that window rust
And wiping that register picking up dust
He pounds his chest, he glares outside, says
"The new wind's blowing my dollars dry"
Oh no the old wind blows!
Sidewalk's cracked and the street's gone quiet
Somewhere Gabby's 'neath the warm spotlight
Denny counts dimes, his arms they fold
Waiting for that good old wind to blow
Oh no the old wind blows!
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2. |
Change You
03:50
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We've been sitting here in this old barroom
God I don't know for how long
Same salvation spinning soft on the juke
God I used to love that song
Now I'm picking at this bottle label thinking I know
This story's ending, it ain't worth pretending I don't
My my if nothing has changed you, then nothing with change you yet
Now the TV is static, my buddy's emphatic
"When we gonna fix that thing?"
Sneering at the screen ready for one more battle
While he fiddles with his wedding ring
Maybe try to bend that broken antenna this time
Or just keep kicking it, maybe just wishing works fine
My my if nothing has changed you, then nothing with change you yet
Barkeep keeps showing off all the sketches
Of the boat he's gonna build someday
I keep laughing, but inside I sigh
I keep forgetting to forget its name
While the jukebox won't stop slaying this dead town
Screaming "we gotta get outta this place!"
I see my reflection in the bottle in my hand
It ain't this town I got a problem with
My my if nothing has changed you, then nothing with change you yet
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3. |
On My Mind
02:37
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My oh my what a wicked world
With our eyes so wide and a flag unfurled
And the broken man with a beaten tan and a healthy cup
Walks on by my driver's side and my window up
And he's on my mind
Yes I heard from the late-night plea
And the toll-free number at the bottom of your screen
A broken child fending in the wild of a distant land
I could write a check from this couch and yet I can't reach my stamp
But it's on my mind
Rise and shine with my coffee and cream
And the newspaper proving if it bleeds it leads
Have you heard another city burned, another mother down?
Another freedom fight, another fighting try to clean a bloody crown
It's such a shame in this age and day so many hurt
It's such a weight I'm gonna shake right after work
It's on my mind
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4. |
The Good Fight
03:45
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I'd like to get back to New York City
The water is wide, the buildings are cold
They never let our prints in the pavement dry
They never take the long way home
I'd like to get back and mind my business
The ghosts of this town never seem to leave
They live in the walls where the dime store died
Behind the new craft coffee machines
I'd fight the good fight if I could
We'll see
I'd like to think I got a good head on me
A buck in the tip jar, a church offering
We ought to get mad, we ought to save our souls
But the new guy's got what I need
I'd fight the good fight if I could
We'll see
Tonight I freeze in the lights of the windows
I curse this heart and its righteous song
It's much too quiet to sing out loud
And much too loud to ignore
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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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