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Golden Hour
03:16
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In the Golden Hour
In the Golden Hour
I can see the light
In the Golden Hour
In the Golden Hour
I can see the light
I’m No Barrel of Monkeys
I know sometimes
I bring things down
But when we’re smiling
When we’re laughing
I think we’ll turn it around
In the Golden Hour
In the Golden Hour
I can see the light
In the Golden Hour
In the Golden Hour
I can see the light
I wanna see your face
I wanna see your face
Laughing in the pouring rain
I wanna hear your laugh
I wanna hear your laugh
In the sweet golden sun
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Waiting
03:41
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Wrote I love you seven times
On a cocktail napkin
Left the last one blank
Till I see you again
Maybe when I see you
You can fill me in
Maybe when I see you
We’ll be more than friends
Waiting...
Waiting…
The day is not fading
It’s setting the scene
Could someone good like you
Love a fool like me?
Maybe when I see you
We can fill things in
Maybe when I see you
We’ll be more than friends
Waiting
Waiting
Wait
If all you want me to say
Is you like me ok
That’s good enough for me
That’s enough to make me stay
Maybe when I see you
You can fill me in
Maybe when I see you
We’ll be more than friends
Waiting
Waiting
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3. |
I Know
03:24
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It’s been a long year
For all of us
And I never would have made it through
Without red wine
Interstate weed
And all that love from you
How are you today?
How are you today?
I know.
I know.
I know.
When we travel
Maybe one day
Making new memories
We’ll be dancing
We’ll be dancing
How are you today?
How are you today?
I know.
I know.
I know.
A new season
Fresh start
Still wont be squeaky clean
And it’s ok
We’re ok
How are you today?
How are you today?
I just called to say
How are you today?
I know.
I know.
I know.
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Junkyard Picasso
04:10
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Called himself
Junkyard Picasso
Welded like Pollock
Ran the Magnet
At the scrapyard
Made folk-art
Wasn’t born as much as he fell out
We bonded over The Clash
Used to eat bologna and mustard
He was short on cash
“The roosters ain't sellin’ kid
Nor the fish, or the oil-can-man
So I ‘bought’ a few antiques”
Winking from his skid-steer tan
Called himself
Junkyard Picasso
But welded like Pollock
Ran the Magnet
At the scrapyard
Made folk-art
Metal was his higher calling
He served at the church of rust
“Love thy neighbor and thy customer
And mind your dust”
When he got sick we never knew it
No services held
I don’t know what you think success is
But I cherish that shaky weld
I call him Junkyard Picasso
His welds were perfect to me
His vision never compromised
His life was always free
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On The Cooling Board Knoxville, Tennessee
Founded as a one-man garage-blues noise machine, On The Cooling Board has grown into collection of heartfelt, dirty, rock and roll.
Singer/Songwriter Ryan Browning hones modern grit for fans of rock revival.
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