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Rearranging
03:48
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I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home
I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes
But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free
This old empty house just don't feel like home to me
I take a glance around and things look pretty good
Judging by my neighbor's house, they look just like they should
But something isn't right, something doesn't fit
But I can not put my finger on exactly what it is
So I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home
I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes
But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free
This old empty house just don't feel like home to me
These creaky closets have been filled up deep and wide
But every time I open one, there's nothing there inside
So I fill 'til I can hardly shut the door, but you know
All these things just make it seem more empty than before
So I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home
I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes
But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free
This old empty house just don't feel like home to me
Hot rain hits the pavement, dries up just as soon as it falls
Like golden opportunities when no one takes the call
Should I be letting go of answers I may never need
Or chasing after storms just so I can catch a little breeze
I've got piles of books in every corner of my mind
I'm digging through for any new solution I can find
But all these answers are just clutter up until
I have a question that can hold them like a shelf
I've been rearranging, trying to make this place feel like home
I've been making changes, thinking maybe that would fill some holes
But there ain't no way to place it that can make me free
This old empty house just don't feel like home to me
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Victorville
04:56
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there's an empty parking lot at the edge of the desert
it's the saddest place you've ever seen
my baby likes to go with a bottle and a gun
and empty a couple of magazines
ain't it just like Victorville to spend our every dime
to build a fast train out of town
and a big old parking lot for the folks who want to ride
but it's just losers like me that hang around
I don't know if I'm asleep or dead, buzzards circle overhead
shotgun shells are scattered on the ground
in Victorville it looks like rain but I got a ticket for the bullet train
so tell my baby I'm Vegas-bound
I know Victorville like I know my favorite song
there's no more mysteries for me here
it used to fit me fine, oh I used to wear it well
but it's getting smaller every year
I guess there comes a time when everything you know
just ain't enough to get you through
and everything you want, well it's just a little more
than everything in front of you
I don't know if I'm asleep or dead, buzzards circle overhead
shotgun shells are scattered on the ground
in Victorville it looks like rain, but I got a ticket for the bullet train
so tell my baby I'm Vegas-bound
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Guilt
04:14
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I got a look at the crime scene
there's not a lot to be said
they're gonna call it a homicide
they're gonna tell you he's dead
they're gonna point to the evidence
they'll probably show you the gun
they're gonna say we were fighting
they're gonna tell you I won
I ain't never won nothing, no
but I ain't here for defense
it's probably time I was locked away
for a few of my sins
I've been unkind and drunken
and I've squandered every good chance I had
but as for killing an innocent man
well I ain't guilty of that
"it isn't complicated, only
I make it seem that way
a man is either dead or alive"
that's what they want me to say
but when you're full of emptiness
a heartbeat ain't no sign of life
and even if your body's cold
your shadow still seems alive
down here in New Orleans
the guilty go to the chair
the innocent try voodoo
I guess I'm in between somewhere
with everything you've seen today
you're justified to vote for the roast
but even with your pardon
I still have to live with his ghost
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Razzle Dazzle
03:35
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when the angels of love came a-knockin'
there were demons behind on a tether
what could we do but open the door
and let the whole host in together
it was the angels sat down at the table
the others hung back by the wall
but love's not enough if it always feels good
and soon we'd made space for them all
so let's razzle dazzle, just for a while
we may not move forward, but at least we're alive
don't stop the time, I may love you again
just razzle dazzle
time tore a hole in our passion
made us revise who we are
now will we grow old in different directions
or look back and savor this scar
will we razzle dazzle, just for a while
we may not more forward, but at least we're alive
dark days are here, but you'll me again
just razzle dazzle
razzle dazzle just for a while
we may not move forward, but baby, we'll survive
don't stop the time, we can come back again
just razzle dazzle
don't stop the time, there is love left for us
razzle dazzle
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Room For Us All
04:20
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I walked to your show, it was in the neighborhood
I felt so continental
it started to snow, just like they said it would
and I got sentimental
and I thought about the folks who come to hear you play
look like they stepped right out of a magazine
and me in this old coat that I've had since 7th grade
there's just no way I can compete
I sat down to write, but you'd already said it all
I couldn't get around you
I stayed up all night, trying for a single thought
that wasn't wrapped around you
and I thought about the way you can make a guitar sing
with so few words, you say so much
and I wanted to repay you, to give you some small thing
oh, but it would never measure up
so I turned off the phone to make a little space
to remember what I'm made of
and there on my own, reached inside, reset the pace
not much left to be afraid of
and I thought about the words my best friend likes to say
"comparison is the thief of joy"
and as often as I've heard it, I do it anyway
'til every part of me's destroyed
we've all got a heart that's aching to be known
to never have to fake it
we offer up parts to the ones who feel like home
and just pray they'll find it sacred
but I think I've missed the mark if what makes me feel loved
requires someone else to fall
and if it ever gets that far, would you shake me, wake me up
and say, thank God there's room for us all
thank God there's room for us all
thank God there's room for us all
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Rachel Hebert Birmingham, Alabama
With roots in Louisiana, North Carolina, and Alabama, Rachel Hebert's songs grow up from the swamp and peat and clay of the American Southeast. The music invites you inside, the lyrics ask if you'll stay and sit a spell. They're the sort of front-porch songs you'll come to consider old friends. ... more
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