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Last Chance Road
04:40
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I long for our love-drenched years
Cafés, caresses, gentle jazzy ballads
My melodies crave your harmony
An endless palette of hope and afterglow
Let’s take a walk down Last Chance Road
I heard that the wildflowers never grow old
What is love without abandonment?
Wildfires of the heart, roaring tigers of the soul
The aphrodisiac of innocence
Corroded by erosion of time
Let’s take a walk down Last Chance Road
I heard that the wildflowers never grow old
Your voice is an icy chill
Your lovely songs are now frozen solid
I scream at your silent notes
You put on your iron vest
Let’s take a walk down Last Chance Road,
I heard that the wildflowers never grow old
A cool October night just before twilight
Indian summer took its last breath
You said goodbye, told me not to cry
Left me to languish in the cold, dark of night
Let’s take a walk down Last Chance Road
I heard that the wildflowers never grow old
Let’s take a walk down Last Chance Road
I heard that the wildflowers never grow old
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2. |
Still Sitting Backstage
04:22
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My sleepy seaside town
Wakes up in the middle of May
Goes back to sleep
Just after Labor Day
Sultry air feels
Just like Summer love
Heady with lusty
Anticipation
Oh, I’m way past middle age
Still longing for center stage
Trying to silence my rage
Cause I’m still sitting backstage
Lonesome old men
Still trying to write love songs
Drowning on the beach
In a sea of thongs
Labor Day has come and gone
Everything feels so wrong
Autumn celebrates death
With crimson on her breath
Oh, I’m way past middle age
Still longing for center stage
Trying to silence my rage
Cause I’m still sitting backstage
But I remember those days
When we walked hand in hand
Bare feet dancing in the sand
Our smiles floating on the breeze
Long, empty beaches
Aching for bare feet
Wild winds blow
I can’t hear my heartbeat
Oh, I love the scent of your smile
And my black widow flower
Ravens are screaming
Louder and louder
Oh, I’m way past middle age
Still longing for center stage
Trying to silence my rage,
Cause I’m still sitting backstage
My sleepy seaside town
Woke up in the middle of May
Went back to sleep
Just after Labor Day
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3. |
Dust in the Wind
05:04
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My favorite time for making love with you
Is when I hear the ocean roar
See the sunset glow
Seabirds soar wild winds blow
I feel the truth in your tenderness
As we lay down gently
Sunshine kisses abound
Lost in our frenzy, lost but still found
Now dusk lingers
We bathe in twilight
Soon we’ll be
Dust in the wind
We can be joyful, we can be sad
But let’s never be content
Just turn the pages
One page at a time
Stars shine through shadows of Mother Time
The hourglass flows
As the sun slumbers
The moon yawns, here comes the night
Now dusk lingers
We bathe in twilight
Soon we’ll be
Dust in the wind
Our love rises beyond the horizon
Sometimes stormy, sometimes calm
Sometimes up
Sometimes down
Stars can burn bright
Yet, sometimes dim
Fragile as a fleeting rainbow
Strong as songbirds celebrating life
Now dusk lingers
We bathe in twilight
Soon we’ll be
Dust in the wind
Soon we’ll be
Dust in the wind
Dust in the wind
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4. |
New Hope Express
05:10
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Sometimes being lonesome is the best you can do
Cause some things aren’t meant for two
When you’ve got a song crawling around in your head
One is better than two
To live in the moment let go of your fears
And hang onto whatever is near
You ask me how come I write sad songs
And I ask you how could you not know
Sometimes you gotta pull the arrows outta your heart
And look for a brand-new start
Let yourself fly over the rooftops
Cause love doesn’t come in little drops
So don’t be afraid to bare your soul
And let your heart where it wants to go
Sometimes you gotta pull the arrows outta your heart
And look for a brand-new start
I wish I could ease all of your pain
And invite you onto my train
I’m heading south on the New Hope Express
Where I’ll end up is anybody’s guess
Sometimes you gotta pull the arrows outta your heart
And look for a brand-new start
I’m heading south on the New Hope Express
Where I’ll end up is anybody’s guess
Where I’ll end up is anybody’s guess
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Perennials
04:42
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My garden of hope
Overrun by a blight of despair
My dreams have wilted
No one is here to water my heart
Regrets cannot be vanquished
No, they can’t be washed away
Wring your hands, shed a tear
Fumes of remorse linger in the air
But when the night crushes the day
And the vagabonds come out to play
An angel touches my shoulder
A song blooms in my heart
It’s hard to peel off layers
Of your own onion, but
If you dig down deep enough
You’ll find a geyser gushing spirits of hope
I long for those times
When all that I needed
To get me through the day was a
Sunny songbird singing outside my window
But when the night crushes the day
And the vagabonds come out to play
An angel touches my shoulder
A song blooms in my heart
Daffodils sipping sunlight
Children flying a kite
Trying to silence my fright
Who’s afraid of the cold, dark night
My garden of hope
Taught me to cope
With my lost soul
Watered my heart back to life
Watered my heart back to life
Back to life
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6. |
Fallen King of the Cool
05:26
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Cooler than cool, he wore a white t-shirt,
Faded jeans and a black bomber jacket
Thumbs tucked inside of his belt loops
A pompadour and bad boy persona
Skipping school, skinny dipping with biker babes
Patron saint of the disaffected
Angst-ridden, “Rebel Without a Cause”
Living on the edge of the world
But the years faded faster
Than his old blue jeans
The bravado of his youth
Crumbled into middle age
That was then and now is now
Life had reached its peak
On his high school graduation day, now he
Sits around with his head in his hands
Memories smoldering in his whiskey-addled mind
The only way to hang on is to let go
Life gets in the way of best laid plans
Ya gotta die young for your legend to live on
But the years faded faster
Than his old blue jeans
The bravado of his youth
Crumbled into middle age
Now he’s back at his old high school
He traded in his cool bohemian look
For a grey-green uniform, and the
Hum of the floor-waxing machine
Ripples of hope no longer linger
The sun has lost its rays
No use trying to point a finger
Hallelujah, fallen king of the cool
But the years faded faster
Than his old blue jeans
The bravado of his youth
It crumbled into middle age
The bravado of his youth
Crumbled into middle age
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It’s been so long since I wrote a country song
Now that you’re gone, I feel one coming on strong
Our love died so young and now I’m so old
I’m so afraid to come in from the cold
Nothing aches as hard
As a broken country heart
Nothing aches as hard
As a broken country heart
Chug-a-lugging hope from a brown paper bag
Trying to figure out, should I zig, or should I zag
My sunken eyes sparkle when pigeons coo to me
I shower them with peanuts, they seem hear my plea
Nothing aches as hard
As a broken country heart
Nothing aches as hard
As a broken country heart
But long ago
When you wore your sundress
We went with the flow
Your hair fell in a beautiful mess
Nothing aches as hard
As a broken country heart
Nothing aches as hard
As a broken country heart
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All my life I fought to survive
Oh, how I long to thrive
There is so much that I regret
Let me sing for you Bluesette
Dreams are now
Dreams are forever
Let’s follow our muse
To the truth
I offer you my gentle melancholy
As we contemplate our finale
We can trust the wisdom of twilight
As it kisses the night
Dreams are now
Dreams are forever
Let’s follow our muse
To the truth
I tried so hard to tame you
So sorry babe I made you blue
You gave me a beautiful melody
But I could not find the harmony
Dreams are now
Dreams are forever
Let’s follow our muse
To the truth
As the trumpets start to fade
We find our own parade
Even though Autumn’s in the air
We feel no despair
We are old, and we sit by the sea
Our song grows our love flows
We are old, and we sit by the sea
Dreams are now
Dreams are forever
Let’s follow our muse
To the truth
Let’s follow our muse
To the truth
Let’s follow our muse
To the truth
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9. |
Quantum of Hope
05:33
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I was hoping that you and I
Had a few more pages to turn
A few more laps around the block
Maybe we can turn back the clock
But I see distance in your eyes
You’ve already said goodbye
So, feed me some lines, tell me some lies
But please don’t make me cry
Searching for a quantum of hope
Floating in a sea of despair
I’d be so happy to be
So sad with you
Don’t worry about me my baby
Sunsets always kiss the horizon
And you know that the moon always rises
Oceans always ebb and flow
Oh, I’m a beautiful loser
Chiseled from a life of melancholy
Every day I sharpen my pencil, and
Urge my words to leap onto the page
Searching for a quantum of hope
Floating in a sea of despair
I’d be so happy to be
So sad with you
No matter how hard you try
You cannot hide your sad, sad eyes
Saddle up your sorrows my dear
Sail away to un-promised lands
I’ll leave the porch light on for you
Place your favorite slippers
Underneath your rocking chair
I’ll save for you my smile and my love
I’ll save for you my smile and my love
I’ll save for you my smile and my love
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10. |
Dawn Interrupted
05:10
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Dawn interrupted by the sweet rising sun
As she lifts her weary head above the horizon and
Wipes the slumber from my lover’s eyes and mine
We snuggled under the covers until the middle of the afternoon
Drifted back to sleep in reverie, woke up just in time
To say goodnight to the sun
You are my hope, my newborn flower
Warm, sun shower, chasing Autumn leaves, and
Snowflakes dancing in the breeze
The night is cold and rainy, and I wrestle with my poems,
You sing in a minor key, we hover under an aura
Somewhere between fear and ecstasy
Where, oh where, oh where do we go from here
I think we know the answer my dear
There’s nowhere to go, cause we’re already here
You are my hope, my newborn flower
Warm, sun shower, chasing Autumn leaves, and
Snowflakes dancing in the breeze
There is nothing left for us to do
But to keep on doing what we already do
Write a few more lines everyday
Hope cannot be vanquished, it’s ground into our psyche
Wrap our sorrows in moonglow, let our love flow
Never let go of our dreams
You are my hope, my newborn flower
Warm, sun shower, chasing Autumn leaves, and
Snowflakes dancing in the breeze
Snowflakes dancing in the breeze
Snowflakes dancing in the breeze
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Bob Davoli Lincoln, Massachusetts
Bob Davoli is a singer-songwriter based in New England. He performs regularly in various venues throughout New England.
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