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Took a taxi cab down to the sea at 3 am for free
to catch the red sun rising over that eastern sea.
We stripped down and jumped right in
for a little dip at dawn.
But those beach blues came in waves.
Waves of blues at the beach.
Chu Young said goodbye as we all laid down in the sand to sleep
and when we woke the dawn had broke into a perfect day
then we played, all day
in the sun 'n the sand and the sea.
But those beach blues came in waves.
Waves of blues at the beach.
Beach blues came in waves.
Waves of blues at the beach.
Waves of blues at the beach.
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Workin'
Workin' my days away.
Waitin' for that day,
When I can,
Play all day,
Spend my time ridin' nowhere.
Drawing pictures in a van,
in a town that no ones ever heard of cause I won't be happy till I'm workin' for no one cept me, doin' the things that I do.
But Until then, I got to keep on workin'.
Workin'
Workin' for somebody else
Not me.
Thats not how things should be now.
Workin'
Seems' all I'm doin is working.
Well this workin' thing, just isn't for me.
Unless it's me that I'm workin' for.
Spendin' my time doin' the things that I do.
Just work for me.
Just for me
Just for me.
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There was a place that I called home
's got old brick buildings and a wooden dome.
The people you meet you already know.
Sippin' on their coffee goin' to underground shows.
They do things right, in their own little way.
Love that city no matter what the people say.
It's got a big city look with a small town feel,
It's got plenty of people keepin' it real.
That Quiet Little Mountain Town.
Sittin' down there in the Southern Sound.
People drive by don't even know it's there.
I hardly say I wished I stayed.
Just lookin' forward to that day
when I can drink ales and ride those streets again.
Four wheels Rolin' down a potholed street
crankin' 46-17
They don't stop, fixed at the hub
all the people see is blue and green.
Headin' to the point for a five mile ride.
Back down Union take a left on sixth.
Finish off the night drinkin' Parkway Pints
Eating Pizza down at PSP.
That Quiet Little Mountain Town.
Sittin' down there in the Southern Sound.
People drive by don't even know it's there.
I hardly say I wished I stayed.
Just lookin' forward to that day
when I can drink ales and ride those streets again.
And eat Pho for Breakfast on a Saturday afternoon.
Waste away my nights drinkin' Parkway Pints Untill, the night is through goin' home sleepin' underneath those,
Tacoma Skies.
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Piano Keys
Tick tacking silently,
Under the weight of my fingers,
not making no sounds for me now.
Inevitably,
Driving persistently,
Making me Crazy with Harsh Hard and
Digital Sounds
To be there back on Broadway
Fashioning Fine Spruce Soundboards
with Lovely Arched Crowns.
To be there back on Broadway,
In that lovely brick building downtown.
He's got Bluthners and Bechsteins and
Steinways too.
Piano legs all strung on the wall.
A history, of piano technology
Stacked on their sides
in neat tin soldier rows.
To be there back on Broadway
Fashioning Fine Spruce Soundboards
with Lovely Arched Crowns.
To be there back on Broadway,
In that lovely brick building downtown.
To be there back on Broadway,
In that lovely brick building downtown.
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An exploration in songwriting and recording.
released January 20, 2011
Simon Kornelis, Ewan Moses, Luke Cape, Sara Jane Brown, Brian Newsom, Sophie Goldstein, and the Taebaek Crew ~ the Boondang Girls and Guys, and all the Haebongchong Passengers of that Korea Train. Thanks for the Inspiration and Fun.