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Leaning (Side A Version)
03:22
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You really got it, all on the uphill side,
I surely bought it, sinker, the hook and the line
I used to matter and you used to tell me so,
You left a lantern for me to find my way home,
Now the lamp light's dim I imagine you and him, alone.
I used to flounder always a losing game,
Flyballs and grounders, nerves that I never could tame
When the crowd moves on, you don't have to tag along.
Honey, right or wrong you're the one I'm leaning on
When we united, blood tasted just like wine,
now we're divided along such similar lines
You stay at home and, I'm off to play the club
You're Willie Loman, I'm more like Ernest Tubb,
And when I play your song, you're not gonna sing along.
Hide in the bedroom, claim to be deep in prayer,
I know he's with you, I hear you talking in there,
If the passion's gone, you don't have to play along,
Honey, right or wrong, you're the one I'm leaning on.
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2. |
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From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, we hit 16 hazy joints
From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, we covered all of the pertinent points
Driving Fast, trying to make it past,
Barstow, Ludlow, and Flagstaff
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, I fell more and more in love with you
From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, you had your hand up inside my shirt
From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, I was so very raring it hurt
Stopped by a river stripped down to our skin,
You said you thought I should plunge right in
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, I fell more and more in love with you
You told me something as we climbed the continental divide,
Said it's all downhill, baby on the other side
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, from Santa Fe all the way to LA
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, I fell more and more in love with you
From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, We ate truck stop, deep fried junk
From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, we played nothing but the old school funk
Isaac Hayes, a side of mayonnaise,
Washing down my burger with the O' Jays.
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, I fell more and more in love with you
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, I fell more and more in love with you
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3. |
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When she climbed onto the bus that day, I first felt that feeling
Goosebumps all up my 3/4 sleeves, her bangs almost touching the ceiling
She passed my seat, and I caught her scent, of fresh smoked cigarette
Mingled with the smell of cheap perfume and final net
Eventually she would sit by me, with her hand inside my glove
It was real, we both could feel our
Acid Wash Love
She liked cotton and neon green, I wore denim and leather
Dressed the way we felt was best, irrespective of the weather.
Ate our weight in shoestring fries and watched the late night shows
Got tangled in each other's eyes and in each other's clothes.
Making out all the way to school in the back seat of the bus.
Living then meant giving in to our,
Acid Wash Love
We howled at the moon and plowed and the dunes,
Saw every locked away place
We fought to the tooth and tired of the truth and
Went our separate ways
What started as a tenth grade tryst, middle of september
Became the only time I freely loved, that I remember.
In separable by Halloween, insufferable by May.
She'd get her license in July and leave me Labour Day.
Every time I fall again, it's never quite enough
I could grieve but I couldn't leave our
Acid Wash Love.
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4. |
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Blue, at the end of the day
True, it's my own fault again
Through, that's what I heard her say
Now I'm blue, at the end of the day
Gone, like a cheque on payday
Blown, like a leaf in a gale
Thrown back, like rain making hail
Now I'm gone, like a cheque in the mail
These things make me small,
But I'll endure it all.
Cool, that's how I'm trying to play
But the fool, always gets in the way
Cruel, is the reality
That the fool, always gets in the way
Though I'm bound to fall,
I'll endure it all
Cold, like some leftover chuck.
To old, for this life and my luck
Sold, like a hog in a truck
Now I'm cold, like this life and my luck.
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5. |
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From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, we hit 16 hazy joints
From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, we covered all of the pertinent points
Driving Fast, trying to make it past,
Barstow, Ludlow, and Flagstaff
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, I fell more and more in love with you
From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, you had your hand up inside my shirt
From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, I was so very raring it hurt
Stopped by a river stripped down to our skin,
You said you thought I should plunge right in
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, I fell more and more in love with you
You told me something as we climbed the continental divide,
Said it's all downhill, baby on the other side
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, from Santa Fe all the way to LA
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, I fell more and more in love with you
From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, We ate truck stop, deep fried junk
From Santa Fe, all the way to LA, we played nothing but the old school funk
Isaac Hayes, a side of mayonnaise,
Washing down my burger with the O' Jays.
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, I fell more and more in love with you
From Santa Fe all the way to LA, I fell more and more in love with you
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6. |
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When she climbed onto the bus that day, I first felt that feeling
Goosebumps all up my 3/4 sleeves, her bangs almost touching the ceiling
She passed my seat, and I caught her scent, of fresh smoked cigarette
Mingled with the smell of cheap perfume and final net
Eventually she would sit by me, with her hand inside my glove
It was real, we both could feel our
Acid Wash Love
She liked cotton and neon green, I wore denim and leather
Dressed the way we felt was best, irrespective of the weather.
Ate our weight in shoestring fries and watched the late night shows
Got tangled in each other's eyes and in each other's clothes.
Making out all the way to school in the back seat of the bus.
Living then meant giving in to our,
Acid Wash Love
We howled at the moon and plowed and the dunes,
Saw every locked away place
We fought to the tooth and tired of the truth and
Went our separate ways
What started as a tenth grade tryst, middle of September
Became the only time I freely loved, that I remember.
Inseparable by Halloween, insufferable by May.
She'd get her license in July and leave me Labour Day.
Every time I fall again, it's never quite enough
I could grieve but I couldn't leave our
Acid Wash Love.
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7. |
Leaning (Side B Version)
04:46
|
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You really got it, all on the uphill side,
I surely bought it, sinker, the hook and the line
I used to matter and you used to tell me so,
You left a lantern for me to find my way home,
Now the lamp light's dim I imagine you and him, alone.
I used to flounder always a losing game,
Flyballs and grounders, nerves that I never could tame
When the crowd moves on, you don't have to tag along.
Honey, right or wrong you're the one I'm leaning on
When we united, blood tasted just like wine,
now we're divided along such similar lines
You stay at home and, I'm off to play the club
You're Willie Loman, I'm more like Ernest Tubb,
And when I play your song, you're not gonna sing along.
Hide in the bedroom, claim to be deep in prayer,
I know he's with you, I hear you talking in there,
If the passion's gone, you don't have to play along,
Honey, right or wrong, you're the one I'm leaning on.
|
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8. |
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Blue, at the end of the day
True, it's my own fault again
Through, that's what I heard her say
Now I'm blue, at the end of the day
Gone, like a cheque on payday
Blown, like a leaf in a gale
Thrown back, like rain making hail
Now I'm gone, like a cheque in the mail
These things make me small,
But I'll endure it all.
Cool, that's how I'm trying to play
But the fool, always gets in the way
Cruel, is the reality
That the fool, always gets in the way
Though I'm bound to fall,
I'll endure it all
Cold, like some leftover chuck.
To old, for this life and my luck
Sold, like a hog in a truck
Now I'm cold, like this life and my luck.
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Jaxon Haldane Winnipeg, Manitoba
Jaxon Haldane reveres tradition, but he's no purist. His punk rock roots sprouted a love for the musical styles that
branched off to rock and roll.
Bluegrass, Swing, Blues, Rockabilly, Bebop, it's all in the recipe. The result is a gumbo - rich and spicy. Earthy, yet sweet. Rustic, but refined enough that you know a real chef is in the kitchen... one who cooks with love
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