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Out with the Old
03:29
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:: Lyrics ::
I climbed up to your doorway with my hair all strewn about
And you came out from your mirror and began to shout
You handed me a poem and I tried to read it aloud
But with unknown allusions, it just brought me down
And your strange shadow child, knew but would not tell
As I was still tossing dimes into the wishing well
And it was not until the day of the feast
That I came down to succeed to say the least
Yes I feel okay
I didn’t need you anyway
It’s no different from what I’m told
It’s in with the new and out with the old
I walked in your garden all covered with bliss
Because my taste buds blossomed with your gentle kiss
But now you put on makeup and climb down the tree
I am skipping stones alone, feeling fancy free
Sometimes I see your snake, slither through the streets
And I know that you can see me but our eyes never meet
And anything that I sing will never bring you to tears
For I’ve seen the spiders crawling from your ears
Yes I feel okay
I didn’t need you anyway
It’s no different from what I’m told
It’s in with the new and out with the old
Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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Viaduct
04:26
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:: Lyrics ::
I broke my suitcase on the viaduct and Miss Pross said she’d sew a new handle on
I met Ramona in the waiting room and we decided to get lost in the gamelan
Then she took me up to the attic to show me how she was really feeling
And we laughed when I lost my shirt and my foot fell through the ceiling
I wave, wave, wave from above
I wave, wave, wave at you, love
I wave, wave, wave from above
On the viaduct
I saw Baloo shaking them trees as I was crossin over the interstate
He was reaching for the prickly pears, tryin to put on a little winter’s weight
He told to stand upon his shoulders
Cuz the ones at the top are the sweetest
And I know first hand, just what he means, yes I can feel it,
I can feel it too
I wave, wave, wave from above
I wave, wave, wave at you, love
I wave, wave, wave from above
On the viaduct
I make no haste
For if it goes to waste
It was meant to perish now
I make no haste
I take a good taste
One that I can cherish now
One that I can cherish now
And the on-lookers can think whatever they please, but to me it feels just as real
Maybe even a little bit better, see I got no problem with frozen custard meals
And I’ll probably stay up here quite a bit longer
See I’m just liking it this way
Yes I think I’ll like it just fine, staying up here the rest of my days,
rest of my days I’ll...
Wave, wave, wave from above
I wave, wave, wave at you, love
I wave, wave, wave from above
On the viaduct
Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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Catalyst Kiss
04:18
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:: Lyrics ::
The Saturday girls work their melatonin
Who have no question to where I’m goin
And I stick around for the catalyst kiss
But it don’t mean anymore than this to me
Ah the jersey girl with the worn out eyes
Moves too quick to get on the high rise
She jumps back with the catalyst kiss
And a few notches on my wrist go free
I wake heavy and I feel like a poem
Being discussed by the scholars and laymen
Each time they feel it they add a few lines
Which changes the theme and the thoughts they were framing
But that’s it’s nature by design
The catalyst kiss
The valley glows when the sunset shows
Where I kept to myself without parole
When the Wet Merlin’s left the shore
I was questioned like a prisoner of war
Your skeptic breath held you around
Without the effect of keeping me down
Cuz then we felt the catalyst kiss
I could feel it on your pilgrim lips
I wake listless and I feel like the grass
That lays next to the path that inebriated caravan
Each time they pass they walk out of their lines
Which keeps them straight on their thoughts and their plans
But that’s it’s nature by design
The catalyst kiss
The hymnal sound, the songs of the wind
Felt like your voice and how you would sing
With fingers stretching to a hesitant high
Summoned me over to stand by your side
But my colonial days are too far behind
To draw up the worry, draw up the signs
Makes me think what I might have missed
So I’ll just lay with the catalyst kiss
I wake guilty and I feel like a thief
Who stole the wintertime diamonds of an old widow
And kept them for their timeless lines
Memories of days in the park to frost on the window
But that’s it’s nature by design
The catalyst kiss
I’m still heavy and I feel like a poem
Being discussed by the scholars and laymen
Each time they feel it they add a few lines
Which changes the theme and the thoughts they were framing
But that’s it’s nature by design
The catalyst kiss
Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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4. |
Almost Yesterday
11:47
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:: Lyrics ::
Well it was raining most of the night
And there no need to put up a fight
Cuz it was almost yesterday, and you know its not my way
Guess I need to ramble on
Ain’t no reason to wait around
When all you’re doing is dragging me down
Yeah there’s no reason to stay, when you look at yesterday
Guess I need to ramble on
I can hear follies, they call for you
And I know that you can hear them too
Yes it was almost yesterday, and you know its not my way
Guess I need to ramble on
Well it was raining most of the night
And there no need to put up a fight
Cuz it was almost yesterday, and you know its not my way
Guess I need to ramble on
Oh let me go don’t you know, I’m on the run?
Don’t ask where he stays, I sent him away, I knew you would come
You cannot find him anywhere touched by the sun
He is weak and for now I’m the only one
Take you see, makes no difference to me, empty jar on the fridge
You won’t find it here, in the mirror, or stuck in the fringe
I keep it safe and away from all harm
‘Useless to fight,’ you say, well I guess I will just use my charm
The witch does not make me flinch with all of her attempts
I don’t care for what she shares, potions and dull talks in her tent
I’d like to be free and unable to see these stains
I used to try but I don’t know why for the effort is vain
I wish to stray from this way and feel the warmth
For its cold and gets as old as the snow in the north
I carry on through the dawn with my heavy chain mail
Getting tired, my tea is cooling and my bread getting stale
I must show the boy where to go once I return
When I have walked through fire and I don’t get burned
I will return scared and callused for him
From following my follies and my whims
Do you remember where I used to live?
Where the juggler would always lay his hat
It was there that I sang to you on tape
If there’s one thing I’m sure you’d remember that
Now the snow was melting all along the quarter mile
And you listened to the critic down the hall
You ate up everything that was said by that emo child
When he doesn’t know me, he couldn’t tell the truth at all
In the spring, warm, late, April night
On the floor with the potion wearing thin
I knew that nothing would ever come about
It was just the start of all of my useless whims
I heard the chains and the links that you had stretched
And I knew that it was time for me to stray
And when came the time for the last kiss
We did, but as you leaned in I walked away
And if the reporter wants to write a year in review
He had better go out and buy some extra pens
Lines and lines of the same story with a different setting
And you can just guess how it ends
So I pick up my lunch box and I start away
Cuz here we go again
Well it was raining most of the night
And there no need to put up a fight
Cuz it was almost yesterday, and you know its not my way
I can see light now, from the dawn
Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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:: Lyrics ::
Moving through the streets at a half past twelve
Mama says to watch yourself
With the dirty demons all right behind
Tryin to get you in good time
You’re moving slow heavy on your back
Carrying grudges that the demons lack
They just come up a-doin their job
Looking for your soul to rob
Can’t you see through your bionic eyes?
As the sun begins to rise?
You’re losing everything along the way
On your way to a brighter day
Oh is this how the heavens meant it all to be?
Is your love so weak that it shivers in the breeze?
Oh is this how the heavens meant it all to be?
Is your love so weak that it shivers in the breeze?
Don’t you know you let everything fly away?
Now you ain’t got no great disguise
Pulling up the collar to cover your eyes
Yes you’re moving slow, heavy on your back
Carrying grudges that the demons lack
Oh is this how the heavens meant it all to be?
Is your love so weak that it shivers in the breeze?
Oh is this how the heavens meant it all to be?
Is your love so weak that it shivers in the breeze?
Don’t you know you let everything fly away?
Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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:: Lyrics ::
With a customized charm, he rolls into the room
His three hounds at his back
Entering with him is the light of the moon
To light the dark within you showing you what you lack
He has no title of power but assumes the air
It is mysteriously allowed
It is his suit that makes him familiar to you
And it brings your guard down
Now, tell your mother to take you back home
Tell you mother my fears
Tell your mother to take you back home
And be afraid of the man in the suit of mirrors
There was an old country ball in the Smithson barn
A wealthy family ‘twas said
In his usual attire, under another name
Into that ball he tread
Gerald Smithson owned the mine down the hill
He held parties as he pleased
After a little ale, he told the man in the suit
That his wealth made him sleep easily
The man in the suit found young Mary Smithson
The trophy that made Gerald’s spouse
Mary had never met someone quite like herself
And soon offered him a tour of the house
She giggled and flirted as he jested his way
Through different rooms she would lead
Til they came to the bedroom where he sat on the bed
It was a good mattress indeed
Tell your mother to take you back home
Tell your mother my fears
Tell your mother to take you back home
And be afraid of the man in the suit of mirrors
Gerald Smithson went looking for his wife
In dire need of a waltz
He went to the house and he called from downstairs
He heard only the echos of his calls
Climbing the staircase he went to his room
A cool breeze as he opened the door
His mattress was thin and there were only a few dollars left
Mary lay bare on the floor
Tell your mother to take you back home
Tell your mother my fears
Tell your mother to take you back home
And be afraid of the man in the suit of mirrors
Copyright 2010 Jeremiah Craig
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7. |
She Knows Where To Go
04:35
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8. |
l'Homme de l'Eau
10:42
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9. |
Caught in a Muse
03:57
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10. |
Nights and Weekends
03:55
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11. |
Freedom to Love
03:36
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Jeremiah Craig Boston, Massachusetts
I write stories with my songs and focus on traditional folk ballads as a foundation for my music. I’m a balladeer! If you like stories in the music you listen to, you’ve definitely come to the right place.
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