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Yesterday
04:44
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YESTERDAY
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How can you say I'm not myself
I've been trying so hard
Then of course maybe that's because
You're Mr. true and faithful
Yesterday I saw
Yesterday I wallowed
I guess you can say I've heard your secrets
Yesterday I saw you in the sand
I'm dealing with you
Dealing with you
Sure you can say you've never meant it
I guess I've been feeling just the same
Yesterday I saw
Yesterday I gave you
Yesterday I wallowed
You might walk you might talk
Like the Jesus man made love to Mary
Sing me a song Mr. Sweet man lover
Sweet man lover, Money's a sin
Like a virgin angel sins
She keeps pretending
It's a fall without a spin
It's a crawl without a grin
Yesterday I saw
I guess you can say I've heard your secrets
Yesterday I saw you in the sand
I'm dealing with you
Dealing with you
Sure you can say you've never meant it
I guess I've been feeling just the same
Yesterday I gave you
Yesterday I wallowed
You need me, you need me, you need me
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DIRTY SHIRT IN A DEAD MAN'S CLOSET
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You stand before me like a matador waits for the kill
He's dressed in yellow it's the way that he feels standing still
My hands are sweaty, I'm feeling unsure with myself
I smell my fingers, there's something wrong with the fears
And I'm hoping for a peek at serenity
A part of me is over
A part of me is over
If I could kill my heard I know that I would
I'd never have to worry about being partially understood
And there's this boy he picks himself up off the ground
Just to throw himself back
And he's made to feel just like another clown
I feel crazy, I feel lazy, I feel crazy
With no love and no father
And I'm made to feel like a dirty shirt in a dead man's closet
Can't stop sipping coffee from my father's chin
Can't stop feeling righteous, my battle begins
And I feel inside I'm a picture-perfect country guy
Slipping under me --
And I'm made to feel just like another clown
I feel crazy, I feel lazy, I feel crazy
With no love and no father
A part of me is over, a part of me is over, a part of me is over
And I'm made to feel like a dirty shirt in a dead man's closet
No debating, come to the wall again
I've got to see it, been inside again
I think I'm dead, I'm barely alive
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
Been inside, been in right
I can't decide, but I'll be alright
Gonna bow down right, bow down safe, I did it safe
It's about my dive, gonna be alright
You're gonna beat my face, do you feel alright
When my skin's all red
No debating, come to the wall again
I've got a feeling, think inside again
I think I'm dead I'm barely alive
I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
You stand before me like a matador waits for the kill
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Scarlet Red
04:48
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SCARLET RED
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I'm not sure if you're real
You used my words for your own confessions
You swallowed my tears
Ravaged my years
And now I'm buried in the waves
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Take me
Scarlet red, scarlet red, scarlet red
Scarlet come on, scarlet come on, scarlet come on
I'm awake
We played victims of despair
And now I'm breathing desolate air
Take rivers flowers to the edge
He's left her climbing walls instead
I'll lick your skin before the sun
The preacher's watching gotta run
I'm seeing colors in your hair
I'm seeing colors in your hair
Like dogs of forgiveness
Like dogs of forgiveness
Scarlet red, scarlet red, scarlet red
Scarlet come on, scarlet come on, scarlet come on
Like dogs of forgiveness
Like dogs like dogs
Like dogs of forgiveness
I'll die before I let you taste her
I'll die before I let you make us
She's dying for me, dying for me
I'm seeing colors in your hair
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Shame
05:14
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SHAME
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You can be my mourning
You can be my pride and joy
You can be an institution
Or you can be some child's broken toy
You can be my ripped shoes
You can the one abused
You can be my last care
Or you can be the one who's never there
You can be my last crowd
You can be the one who's up and down
You can be the execution of all this guilt I carry
Is it fair?
I try not to criticize
I'm on the line
Try not to criticize
And I try not to criticize
I'm on the line
You branded him with shame and silence
Then threw him in the dark to understand
You pulled the shades of violence
Then stepped outside to wash your assaulting hands
I gave you love's attention
I gave you what I'm all about
You gave me one exception
I had to be the way you always have
I, I'm feeling shame
I try not to criticize
I'm on the line
Try not to criticize
I try not to criticize
I'm on the line
Shame, shame shame...
You can be the one and only
You can be the headline story
You mean nothing to me
You mean nothing to me
You can be the shining glory
You can be the love adoring
A lover I'm not
I'm in and I'm out
I try not to criticize
I'm on the line
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5. |
Under The Table
06:12
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UNDER THE TABLE
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I'm under the table
Dealing with failure
Without any favors
I'll deal with my labor
I'm mentally stable
That's a serious fable
I'll follow the traitor
And then deal with it later
I've got the fever
Paralyzed and eager
I don't believe her
I feel beneath her
And under the Devil's tongue
Is where I'll lose myself
And into the classroom skies
I'll burn and die
Ah, how many days
And ah, god I gotta be saved from her
Ah, I gotta be saved today
She's a colorblind painter
Does that make her a failure
With only one favor
Please come and save her
Secure and unable
I'm not the traitor
Won't see you later
And under the Devil's tongue
Is where I'll lose myself
And into the classroom skies
I'll burn and die
Ah, how many days
And oh god, I gotta be saved from her
Standing on the roads enticed
Patches on his head for eyes
It's where, where he goes to fly
He's just father in disguise
He wants to sit in for my life
And under the Devil's tongue
Is where I'll lose myself
And into the classroom skies
I'll burn and die
It's where I go to fly
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Ondine Seattle, Washington
Ondine was my favorite 90s-era Seattle band that *almost* hit it big.
Ondine was: Luca
Sacchetti (Vocals), Erik Castro (Guitar), Ray Zozaya (Bass), Jamil Hai and Mark Yeend (Drums).
Luca and Erik were kind enough to allow me to curate and host these albums for free download.
You had to see them live to really "get it", but it's great to make this music available after so long. Enjoy!
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