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The Rumor
04:37
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Last night, thinking about the first time I was in your spotlight chewing my nails off
Yellow belly earthquake, listen to me belly ache, I'm just happy to know you
False start, ready made, love you but they're too afraid...they're just happy to own you
Older than the yellow moon, swinging on your latitude, don't think I don't adore you
That's how the rumor gets around, gets stuck up in the cloud while you're thinking it over
That's how the rumor gets around, gets moving in the crowd while you're thinking it over
Deep down, slow dive, out of air, never mind, you never know what's below you
Breathing in the fiction, whisper and invention, that's how they will control you
That's how the rumor gets around, gets stuck up in the cloud while you're thinking it over
That's how the rumor gets around, gets moving in the crowd while you're thinking it over
I had a strange dream, I could see everything so clearly
Moving through the in crowd, listen but it's so loud, all those voices surround you
Could've had a second chance, blame it on the first glance, all your lovers disown you
That's how the rumor gets around, gets stuck up in the cloud while you're thinking it over
That's how the rumor gets around, gets moving in the crowd while you're thinking it over
I had a good dream, I could see everything so clearly
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Heaven holds a place for the worn out kid who found his dad’s gun and flipped his lid
She saw the little signs but chose instead to run for the hills and bury her head
She’s gonna land her soul up on the sun, the distance from the atom bomb
Land her soul up on the sun, the distance from the atom bomb
The lady with the heart shaped pendant knows she’s loved by the one that hurts her the most
The purple orange sky underneath her eye, it shows him the truth, tells them a lie
She’s gonna land her soul upon the sun, the distance from the atom bomb
Land her soul up on the sun, the distance from the atom bomb
Land her soul up on the sun, the distance from the atom bomb
Land her soul up on the sun, the distance from the atom bomb
All the pretty boys and girls tonight dressed up for a dance, dressed for a fight
No one wants to stay but they cannot leave, there’s more to see, there’s more to see
They’re gonna land that soul up on the sun, the distance from the atom bomb
Land that soul up on the sun, the distance from the atom bomb
Land that soul....
Land that soul....
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The Valley
03:22
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Lead me down the primrose pathway
Darker than I remembered it to be
Lead the way ‘cause i’m half blinded
And reminded that you always see
I will cling to you
You will see me through
Borrowing an ancient adage
False and true as a windowless room
Mysteries that once delighted
Now disturb as much as confuse
Still I cling to you
You will see me through
It’s time you delivered on your promises
Time i discovered all your promises
Time you delivered on your promises
I’m waiting, anticipating change
Push me over, push me under
Drown me in the lake of my fear
No conditions, no decisions
Just the lack of what I hold dear
I will cling to thee
Will you rescue me?
It’s time you delivered on your promises
Time i discovered all your promises
Time you delivered on your promises
I’m waiting, anticipating change
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The Price
03:37
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This love comes at a price, but it stays through the night
And it holds up your head, as you stumble to bed
As the ceiling fails, and the siren wails
All the people leave, and I know that…
I can’t make you love yourself as much as I love you
I can’t save you, I won’t delay you
It’s better, better, better this way
It’s never, never, never too late ‘til it is
This time comes at a price, it’s the rest of your life
As you slip through the years, and you hide from your fears
Every moment lost, every stone gathering moss
There is only this, there is only…
Hours and minutes, sleeping in it, the wonders unrecognized
You’ve made other plans now, it’s truly
better, better, better this way
It’s never, never, never too late ‘til it is
I can’t make you love yourself as much as I love you
I can’t save you, I won’t delay you
It’s better, better, better this way
It’s never, never, never too late ‘til it is
It’s better, better, better this way
It’s never, never, never too late ‘til it is
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There is no comfort, no consolation prize
No room for losers, for those that merely tried
I miss the good years, a wilderness of fame
But if it’s all the same to you I’ll keep the money, leave behind the pain
We took our chances, all for chances sake
No reminiscing for a life we never made
Is there forgiveness for a body with no soul?
‘Cause if it’s all the same to you I’ll take the money, and leave here whole
You get your pleasure from running off your mouth
There is no treasure awaiting you down south
But I miss your cruel heart, you inspired me to sing
And if it’s all the same to you I’ll take the money and just leave the ring.
We took our clothes off and danced beneath the lake
Babtized and breathless, the world was ours to make
But deep down and buried, was the evidence and shame
So if it’s all the same to you I’ll keep the money and just walk away
If it’s all the same to you I’ll keep the money and just stay the same
If it’s all the same to you I’ll keep the money and leave the pain
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Henry Curl Portland, Oregon
After years gracing the stages of Portland, OR in several musical incarnations including Jonah and Hello Morning, singer/songwriter Henry Curl has settled into a cathartic phase of recording and releasing the music that has been waiting in the wings. It is often bi-polar and charmingly moody, lying somewhere stylistically between grand, cinematic rock and quiet folk pop. ... more
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