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Don’t You Let the Darkness Drag You Down
Don’t you let the darkness drag you down
Dawn’s early light always comes around
Just take it slow
There’s still a long ways to go
Don’t you burn your candle at both ends
I don’t want for us to be just friends
I’d be so happy
To be so sad with you
Maybe it's all those years
That keep piling up on me
I seem to shed a lot more tears
When the leaves in Autumn disappear
Every life is filled with some regrets
Lots of coffee, lots of cigarettes
I’m not a schemer
But oh I’m such a dreamer
Trying to find my way back to your heart
Baby how about a brand new start
Give me all your frowns
And I’ll turn them upside down
Maybe it’s all those years
They keep piling up on me
I seem to shed a lot more tears
When the leaves in Autumn disappear
Don’t you let the darkness drag you down
Dawn’s early light always comes around
Just take it slow
There’s still a long ways to go
Don’t you burn your candle at both ends
I don’t want for us to be just friends
I’d be so happy
To be so sad with you
Maybe it’s all those years
They keep piling up on me
No I don’t want to be free
I want you to love me
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Kaleidoscope of Maybes
03:14
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Kaleidoscope of Maybes
Come upstairs where the heat always rises
Come upstairs where the beat is slow and sultry
Come upstairs where the heat always rises
Away from the cold down here
Come upstairs baby, to a kaleidoscope of maybes
Let our passions crush our despair
Under my bed, there’s a secret garden
Oh, when we lie down, our hearts open and blossom
Only love can put out the raging fire
Burning in our dried up souls
Come upstairs baby, to a kaleidoscope of maybes
Let our passions crush our despair
How can we trust rainbows and roses?
Rainbows fade away, roses bow their heads and die
Truth be told we can only feel the sunlight
If we have felt the night
Come upstairs baby, to a kaleidoscope of maybes
Let our passion crush our despair
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Waxing Poetic
03:38
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Waxing Poetic
My passport's expired
And I'm feeling oh so tired
I don't seem to want to
Get around much anymore
I never dreamed that I
Would live a paint-by-number life
A housewife, a couple of kids
A mortgage and a Willie Loman job
And oh how I long for my today's
To become my yesterdays
Now the kids have all grown up
And my wife just said she's had enough of me
So I shuffle around this old house
Alone with my failures and shattered dreams
Making promises to myself not to drink
Until the sun goes down
But these days go by so slowly
And the night makes me wait so long for it to come
And oh how I long for my today's
To become my yesterdays
I don't know why
I gave up the paper and the pen
I should have known better
To follow the voices in my heart
But the canvases in my mind's eye
Never ever came to life
And my words stopped flowing
Many, many, many years ago
And oh how I long for my today's
To become my yesterdays
Now the sun is sinking low
And the whiskey makes me glow
So I wax poetic:
What are hearts for but to be broken
What are hearts for but to be broken
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Transistor Radio and Me
04:12
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Transistor Radio and Me
Daddy was a bulldozer, mama tried to keep her pride
The only thing I did was try and hide
Way up in my tree house, deep down in my snow fort
Transistor radio and me
Lying on my back, staring up at the sky
Simply trying to figure out why
Oh daddy’s scream and mama's cry
Children shaking in the night oh the silent screams and black and blues
Oh kindred spirit where are you, oh kindred spirit please be true
Oh kindred spirit I feel so blue; let me sing to you
How could anybody steal the magic lantern
Shining in a child’s eyes
Leave them all alone throughout the cold, dark night
Clinging on to their fright
I hear the cries and whispers from a lost childhood
Oh family veins they run deep
And the blood it weighs heavy
It soaks and it stains and it can’t be washed away
Oh kindred spirit where are you, oh kindred spirit please be true
Oh kindred spirit I feel so blue let me sing to you
Oh kindred spirit where are you, oh kindred spirit please be true
Oh kindred spirit I feel so blue let me sing to you
Daddy was a bulldozer, mama tried to keep her pride
The only thing I did was try and hide
Oh way up in my tree house, deep down in my snow fort
Transistor radio and me
Yeah way up in my tree house, deep down in my snow fort
Transistor radio and me, just my transistor radio and me
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Chestnuts and Love
03:18
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Chestnuts and Love
Gypsy lady’s all decked out in a
One-bare shoulder dress
Spontaneity’s in her eyes
In a come-hither smile
She came from the badlands where
Nothing grew but the hole in her heart
She's achin’ for salvation to feel love's last mile
Oh my dear, let’s fly our kite into the eye of the hurricane
Gypsy lady told me
It's time to hibernate
To acclimate our souls
To a still life of death
Deep down in our snow cave
Cuddled up with our stash
Of wild berries and nuts and
Tequila-drenched poetry
Oh my dear, let’s fly our kite into the eye of the hurricane
Hark the harbinger
Woodpeckers a drummin’
Robin's singing in the rain
Daffodils sipping sunlight
Our endless sleep interrupted
By the sweet smell of Spring
Another year to forage
Chestnuts and love
Another year to forage
Chestnuts and love
Chestnuts and love
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Dancing on the Moon
04:03
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Dancing on the Moon
I've been gone oh for so long
And everything it feels so wrong
I miss the honeysuckle and the autumn leaves that rustle
And the lazy hazy days of summertime
The light in the middle of my darkness fades
And I'm left alone to play life's charades
Oh but to live my life without regrets
And get a chance to place another bet
You and I we thought we could fly
To the moon and dance away the night
All of my life I've fought to survive
But oh how I long to thrive
I want to rewind my memories and edit out the bad scenes
And play back the good ones in slo mo
My life's a battlefield yet there is no war
Yet doubt keeps rapping at my door
The powerbrokers muse about their next move
Oh I wish I had something to prove
You and I we thought we could fly
To the moon and dance away the night
Let us jump on oh any old bandwagon
Oh can you just imagine
What have we got to lose
Maybe it'll chase away the blues
Let us go and find a brand new map
Oh, maybe we can find our way back
‘Cause I miss the honeysuckle and the autumn leaves that rustle
And the lazy hazy days of summertime
You and I we thought we could fly
To the moon and dance away the night
You and I we thought we could fly
To the moon and dance away the night
To the moon and dance away the night
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7. |
I’m So Easy to Please
03:36
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I’m So Easy to Please
Summer skies,
Your beautiful eyes
Baby please,
No more goodbyes
Oh, I’m dancing with the daisies
Playing with the sunshine
And making love
Deep inside my mind, oh, I’m
Whispering to the breeze
I’m making love with the trees
Oh, I am so damn easy to please
I wear my heart
All over my sleeve
Just waiting for someone
To believe in me
But why can’t the light?
Kiss the dark, dark night
And simply melt away
The urge to fight
Oh, I’m chasing all my pipe dreams
Eating chocolate ice cream
And singing to the jukebox with
Elvis and the Jailhouse Rock. Oh, I’m
Whispering to the breeze
I’m making love with the trees
Oh, I am so damn easy to please
Hopeless romantics, they
Bathe in candlelight
To wash away their sorrow
And hope for tomorrow
But even the darkest nights
Find some morning light
Oh, sweet agony
I'm down on one knee
But maybe oh just maybe
Oh, who am I to say?
The sun might shine
In my heart someday, oh, I’m
Whispering to the breeze
I’m making love with the trees
Oh, I am so, damn easy to please
Summer skies
Your beautiful eyes
Baby please
Don’t you say goodbye
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Even Though Autumn’s in Your Eyes
Baby I’m so sorry that your star has fallen down
And all of your dreams have drowned
Maybe you and I can go around one more time
Even though Autumn’s in your eyes
Dusk rolls in, its shadows oh, so grim
Silent wind chimes always make me cry
Nothing’s as poetic as living day to day
Tender is the night that warms us with moonlight
Black and whites they always turn out gray
And the near is so, so far away
Dusk rolls in, its shadows oh, so grim
Silent wind chimes always make me cry
Broken bones they often heal stronger
But broken hearts simply fall apart
Hope does not always spring eternal
For those souls who lost their will to fight
Dusk rolls in, its shadows oh, so grim
Silent wind chimes always make me cry
Baby I’m so sorry that your star has fallen down
And all of your dreams have drowned
Maybe you and I can go around one more time
Even though Autumn's in your eyes
Yeah, maybe you and I can go around one more time
Even though Autumn’s in your eyes
Yeah, even though Autumn’s in your eyes
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Romancing the Ruins
03:39
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Romancing the Ruins
Stop trying to romance the ruins
Of our war-torn relationship
You sift through the ashes of the past
And you try and rewrite all the facts
Of our long and twisted years together
Now you try and surface ancient relics
As a monument to our love
But the old dried up rose
That you pressed between two pieces of glass
Has been dead as long as our love
Open wounds they hurt so much
They are so tender to the touch
Why oh why did you have to lie
When you just could have said goodbye
I cannot sing a song
That’s not been swimming around in my head
That doesn’t drench all of my senses
That doesn’t scream from my body and my soul
That doesn’t take its beat from my heart
I gave all myself to you in love
Just like I do when I sing a song
But you left me all alone for so long
And now my songs have all gone silent
And my heart can’t find its way to the beat
Open wounds they hurt so much
They are so tender to the touch
Oh why oh why did you have to lie
When you just could have said goodbye
Oh why oh why oh why did you lie
When you just could have said goodbye
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Dry Soul
04:10
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Dry Soul
After all is said and done, we had a pretty good run
We had our ups and downs but we found some common ground
We wore our fingers to the bone, just to make ends meet
Our life was bittersweet
The mortgage is paid in full; we get by on our pensions
The kids still live nearby and the grandchildren seldom cry
I can still pin the tail on the donkey and finish the three-legged race
At the Topsfield County Fair
But long ago I left home with my book of poems
A bottle of wine and one hell-of-an open mind
In Autumn's early twilight Venus shines so bright
Silent we sit and listen to the night
Sometimes I sigh a little too loud, you turn your gaze to me
It’s too late to be free
At the end of the day, there’s not too much to say
How was your day, not bad, how about yours?
I guess that I’m restless in a permanent way
Sparring with my demons every single day
But long ago I left home with my book of poems
A bottle of wine and one hell-of-an open mind
Yeah, one hell-of-an open mind
What happened?
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11. |
What I Remember Most
04:29
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What I Remember Most
What I remember most about making love with you
Is not just your passion my dear
What I remember most is how tenderly you held me in your arms
Many moons ago when our love began to grow
We lay down anywhere, anytime
Oh the bugles rang and our love aromas lingered in the air
Do not fear my dear that Winter is so near
Even falling stars still twinkle in the sky
And blue notes cry both bitter and sweet tears
Even doubting Tom’s still dance inside their dreams
Shadows are growing long and we hear the Autumn song
All we have to do is sing along
Do not worry if we can’t dance as deep into the night
The last stop is not the end of the line
As long as poetry is keeping time
Old trees grow new branches and lovers never stop taking chances
Do not fear my dear that Winter is so near
Even falling stars still twinkle in the sky
And blue notes cry both bitter and sweet tears
Even doubting Tom’s still dance inside their dreams
What I remember most about making love with you
Is not just your passion my dear
What I remember most is how tenderly you held me in your arms
What I remember most is how tenderly you held me in your arms
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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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