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The sound wrapped all around
It seemed like I was all alone
What the hell d’you think I’d found
I always meet my bodhisattvas in a song
The ground moved out of sight
Catching the wind like flying a kite
Why the hell would I put up a fight
I always meet my bodhisattvas in the sky
Hey, nice to meet you
Are you just passing through?
The rhythmic sound of a strumming guitar
Is like the wheels turning on Jack’s boxcar
When the hell did I climb up this far
I always meet my bodhisattvas in a star
We’re all after that double rainbow’s end
And you know I’ll be your Huckleberry Finn
How the hell could I believe it’s a sin
I always meet my bodhisattvas in your skin
Hey, nice to meet you
Are you going this way too?
The waves crash over my feet
The horizon stretches as far as I can see
Where the hell did I swim out this deep
I always meet my bodhisattvas in the sea
The drummers keep the beat
The marchers move their feet
Who the hell d’you expect to meet
I always meet my bodhisattvas in the street
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If I Were a Painter
03:04
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If I were a painter
I’d take that dress down
Color and shade on flowered ground
If I were a poet
I’d write these words down
Rhythm and rhyme would wrap you around
If I were your lover
If I were a hero
I’d cut those devils down
Bury your fear in the dark, cold ground
If I were a singer
I’d bring the house down
Theaters and halls would echo the sound
If I were your lover
If I were a painter
I’d take that dress down
Color and shade on flowered ground
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You Never Listen Anyway
02:52
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What if I told you I was a war hero
And saved people from their certain doom
What if I told you I was a decorator
And picked out the colors in your favorite room
What if I told you I was a scientist
And discovered the cure for your deadly disease
What if I told you I was a gentleman
And knew when to say “thank you” and when to say “please”
You never listen anyway
What if I told you I was a diplomat
And I made peace for the whole planet earth
What if I told you I was an Olympian
And I had gold medals ‘cause I came in first
What if I told you I was a movie star
And my entourage ran the Hollywood scene
What if I told you I was an astronaut
And I’ve been to galaxies that no one had seen
You never listen anyway
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Love is Not Lost On Me
04:04
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I’m not sure i hate the rain
Much more than this stupid thing
That’s always hanging around my head
Looking for the wrong i’ve said
Sticks and stones, skin and bones
House or home, where’s my keys and phone
People say that I should stay
Until the end of the show
But I know that I am done
Long gone far away
If ever i could say
Your love is not lost on me
I don’t think i know your way
From the dark side of the day
Where it is that I quiet my head
Trying to escape the words I read
Sticks and stones, skin and bones
House or home, where’s my keys and phone
People say that I should stay
Until the end of the show
I know that I am done
Long gone far away
If ever i could say
Your love is not lost on me
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Landlocked Sailor Ohio
Midwestern born, raised, and rooted, brothers Ben & Dan Clark make music for people who, like them, have bills and family obligations but believe that beauty lies around every corner. With their Beatles and Bon Iver-influenced music, Landlocked Sailor insists that the bird on the snow and the raindrop splashing into the ocean are more than what they seem, for those willing to look. ... more
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