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Lonesome Eyes
03:54
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I need a hog between my thighs
A steed of steel to share the ride
The open road sings threnodees
A million cities singing out their siren melodees
Trying to blind my lonesome eyes
We're star-cross'd lovers to a "T"
So let's just call the whole thing off
E.g., we both worship D&G
But you're a fashionista
And I'm a philosophe
Trying to hide my lonesome eyes
Breaking open wide this little heart of mine
Breaking open wide this big heart of mine
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City Woman
03:42
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City woman, like a machine
You don't know the trouble she seen
City sirens making the scene
Broken belles and elegantines
And the subway's teeming with queens tonight
My Madonna, how does it feel
To have every heart you can steal?
Every ankle, every blush
Every eyelash causes a crush
Hungry sighs and heavenly thighs for miles
Little angel say it ain't so
Say you never treated me so
What would ever make me believe
You would ever boogie with me?
(Would you ever boogie with me?)
My beloved city woman
Will I ever know your name?
Say, can you see some other way?
Lord it's too late
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3. |
In Yellow Moonlight
04:00
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I am a songbird at war
Slinging my bodies like a whore
A yellow woman, a frozen star, that's all
Lost in the forest of a song
Maybe I need more
Maybe for sure
I am a-feeling home (southern) grown
Longing the humid sound of home
In yellow moonlight, greater stars will fall
for vibrations bright and strong
[Chorus]
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4. |
Slow as the Sun
03:14
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Slow as the sun
She sails on
Not even a sign
To pin hopes on
All my life I've been waiting for the day
I'll wake up and stop living this way
Seasons roll by
Half lives lived
Still she makes me wait
For what she never gives
All my life I've been waiting for the day
She'll wake up and start looking this way
All my shame is washing away
Waiting by the phone everyday
Everybody loves in their own way
And I'm afraid that mine is here to stay
Slow as the sun
She sails on
Not even a sign
To pin hopes on
All my life I've been waiting for the day
She'll wake up and stop living this way
[Chorus]
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Mount Venus
06:08
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I don't want to come down
I don't want to silence my sound
Even if I know she'll never come around
She's a revolution that would make Copernicus smile
Such a revelation to my lonesome eyes
She's the one who makes me come undone
She's a billion suns
She don't need anyone
She is a holy war worth fighting for
She is a billion suns at once
Mississippi visions
Calling Carolina minds
Running like a river, slightly out of time
Her beauty is a black bear
Her beauty is a mountain of light
Her beauty is the one thing I can know tonight
[Chorus]
A Venus in her stride
Is like an eagle's glide
To see it makes me right inside
My heart explodes in rhyme
She slays me every time
A walking tremor of sublime
She shines so hard
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The Politics of Sway
04:27
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Breathe slow
Sing like a bird who would know
Highway space and the politics of sway
Holy circuitry
done gone wrong
So long since I had faith in a song
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7. |
On the Beach
07:58
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8. |
To Be Known
05:03
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She whispers like angels
She sits upon thrones
She makes me play these wild and senseless games
She makes me play the Dane
And to bring her home
Gonna sell my weak and lonesome soul
To be known
Cause she's my religion
Cause she bangs my drum
I'm gonna play these wild and senseless games
I'm gonna play the Dane
[Chorus]
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Chris Lee New York
Chris Lee is a Brooklyn-based, North Carolina-born singer-songwriter. He has released four albums and performed throughout the US and Europe.
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