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The Occupier
03:25
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You put the dents in all my old leather soles
You knocked me back in sweet repose
You let me in and showed me how your old coats
Covered tattoos that opened wounds
Make your heart frail
So I can be its occupier
If I fail
I can't help you make it whole again
I love the neck
I love the fret
I love the fall
Of each and every minor chord
These hands were meant for telling three-minute lies
They're just too weak to hold a life
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Timebomb
03:48
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Could you blame me
If I don't trust pretty faces
Let me be the one
To tell you so
Would you hate me
If I wrote you down a story
One I never
Wanted to be told
I don't think I should be going
Anywhere any time soon
Cause there's a time bomb
Ticking over our heads
And there's someone
Sticking inside my heart
Excuse me if we don't
Part ways in anger
Will you let me if
I walk away nice and slow
Will you thank me
If I let you be the writer
Of a story that
I never want to be told
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3. |
Bloodline
03:19
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Did you get lost in your bloodline?
Well it falls to children sometimes, to let their children down
Did you come out just to fall down?
Well it falls to pieces sometimes and it don't come back around.
You know it's a high time
And your bloodline
Will let you down
Will you hold out for a headline?
Well there's bound to be a word or two when you steal a broken crown.
When it's over we'll be older
And they'll come to spare our feelings when they come to push us 'round
Little bit of song, little bit of sunshine, you will be the cause it'll always be the wrong time
Did you get caught with that old crown?
Well it falls to pieces sometimes, and pieces let you down.
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4. |
Heaven's Waitress
03:34
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We'll meet heaven's waitress
Just like on the pages of
A Willie Nile song
I'll be tipping counters
You'll be finding flowers for
Your old Canon so
You can turn them into gold
We'll be sprung from sages
To hear them count the ways that our
Dreams won't unfold
We'll be autumn's patrons
Sunlight on our faces as
We ride westward home
It will turn us into gold
I can't feel to let you go
Just for fear you'll be alone
You'll be heaven's waitress
Just like on the pages of
A little unheard song
I've been trying to turn to gold
I've been trying to turn to gold
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5. |
Assume The Ground
03:28
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I fall down
When I dream about you
But it’s not because of you
It’s just because I’m lost and
Assume
There’s ground beneath my feet.
I've been doomed to feel you When I sleep.
So I fall on.
I break down
When I talk about you
But it’s not because I’m blue
It’s all because I’m lost and
Assume
There’s ground beneath my feet. I’m attuned to hear you
When I speak.
So I talk on.
I fall down
When I dream about you
But it’s not because of you
It’s just because I’m lost and
Assume
The ground where you sleep Would rise to meet me at my feet.
So I fall on.
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6. |
Iron Skin
04:10
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Owe My Soul
03:18
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They see my face and there they go
Broke down, busted
They've seen my heart enough to know
It can't be trusted
Pay my alms in withered tones
A shotgun mortal
I keep my hands inside my home
In case they're idle
Owe my soul
Sold my river to cross
They sing me songs and leave me notes
But I don't read them
Told me lies
To give me hope
But I don't need it
Bon Secourse is in my arms
She'll be my treatment
An honest man can have no charms
They fall for reason
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9. |
Mumbling Town
03:54
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10. |
Stage Inside the Main
03:21
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11. |
Ave. In You
03:10
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John Velghe Baltimore, Maryland
John Velghe (pronounced Vel-jee) writes songs leaning towards personal narratives and accounts of people he’s met over 20 years of playing and touring. From a friends ex-wife in Austin to a 4-year-old waitress in Lucas, KS to a transvestite railroad worker in Duluth, MN; Velghe populates his songs with real characters who’ve informed personal allegories about escape, transformation and fear. ... more
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