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Dawes
Dawes


Информация
Откуда Los Angeles, California, United States
Жанры Folk-Rock
Rock
Americana
Soul
Годы 2009—н.в.
Лейблы ATO Records
См. также Middle Brother
Simon Dawes
Сайт Website
Состав
Taylor Goldsmith
Griffin Goldsmith
Wylie Gelber
Tay Strathairn
Бывшие участники
Alex Casnoff



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Альбом Dawes



07.06.2011
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Time Spent In Los Angeles
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4.
Moon In The Water
5.
Coming Back To A Man
6.
Fire Away
7.
Million Dollar Bill
8.
If I Wanted Somone
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The Way You Laugh
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I am an old old sailor
With a future much shorter than his past
I live alone, I do not wander
A world that just slips further from my grasp

And from my home I watch the people
Struggle through the burden of each day
That’s where Marie sweet and gentle
Smiles to me when she passes on her way

And she does it so well
She pulls me out of times cruel spell
For long enough to finally tell
That nothing is wrong

I am a boy, I am a child
With those simple dreams still burning in my heart
I’ve known Marie for a while
She shows me where all my beginnings are

And once a week she takes me dancing
She shows me friends and places I never knew
And it always ends watching her leaving
With a man she knows don’t understand what loneliness will make you do

And she does it so well
She shows me where my dreams dwell
She shows me how to find myself
And that nothing is wrong

I am a lonely singer
With a song for every feeling I cannot name
And I find Marie in every measure
And somehow the clearer it becomes the longer she’s away

And she does it so well
I was still falling in love when she said farewell
For long enough to finally tell
That nothing is wrong...that nothing is wrong

. . .

Time Spent In Los Angeles

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Stars please shine the way for me
Show the one that I have followed
To see how far I’ve come

Sun that slowly sets on me
Be the same to rise tomorrow
To see how far I’ve come

These are the days we swore upon
So barman keep the TV on
To see how far we’ve come

Peak to peak and shore to shore
This is all love was ever for
Is to see how far we’ve come

California’s greenest parts
I reach out for my brother
To see how far he’s come

For the girl that came to break my heart
I call on her new lover
To see how far she’s come

Why your mother keeps a record of her child’s height
Why we all are here tonight
Is to see how far we’ve come

The only point of clocks and maps
The only point of looking back
Is to see how far we’ve come

Ooh Ooh Oh Oh Oh…Ooh Ooh Ooh…Ooh Ooh Ooh Oh Ohhh
Ooh Ooh Oh Oh Oh…Ooh Ooh Ooh…Ooh Ooh Ooh Oh Ohhh

Stars please shine the way for me
Show the one that I have followed
To see how far I’ve come

And sun that slowly sets on me
Be the same to rise tomorrow
To see how far I’ve come

. . .

Moon In The Water

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Coming Back To A Man

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Fire Away

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Million Dollar Bill

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If I Wanted Somone

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The Way You Laugh

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A ballerina in Phoenix
The pines up north
The sunrise from a highway
That was not there before

If I can place it all together
Make out the nature of the call
I start to feel the love and the silence
That was always at the root of it all

And in my constant quest for truth
I am condemned to facts alone
And though my dreams all lead me nowhere
I won’t forget my way back home

From the corner of a coffee shop
Or from the center of a stage
From the words used in a love note
Or from an empty page

While I struggle with these beauties
And my renditions end up dry
I’m like a bird that crashes into the window
That was drawn to the reflection of the sky

And the more I try to speak
The more I lose that earthly tone
And before heaven proves me hopeless
I won’t forget my way back home

Ooh Oooh Ooh Ooh Ooh Ooh.....

I admit that these answers that I seek
Are all to questions I’ve never known
But I pray to keep on looking for as long as I can roam
And when the world finally fulfills me
I will not forget my way back home

. . .


With his back against the San Francisco traffic,
On the bridge's side that faces towards the jail,
Setting out to join a demographic,
He hoists his first leg up over the rail.

And a phone calls made, police cars show up quickly.
The sergeant slams his passenger door.
He says, 'Hey son, why don't you talk through this with me,
Just tell me what you're doing it for.'

Oh it's a little bit of everything,
It's the mountains, it's the fog,
It's the news at six o'clock, it's the death of my first dog.
It's the angels up above me, it's the song that they don't sing,
It's a little bit of everything.

An older man stands in a buffet line,
He is smiling and he is holding out his plate.
And the further he looks back in to his timeline,
That hard road always had led him to today.

And making up for when his bright future had left him,
Making up for the fact that his only son is gone,
And letting everything out once his server asks him,
'Have you figured out yet what it is you want?'

I want a little bit of everything,
The biscuits and the beans,
Whatever helps me to forget about the things that brought me to my knees.
So pile on those mashed potatoes, and an extra chicken wing,
I'm having a little bit of everything.

Somewhere a pretty girl is writing invitations
For a wedding she has scheduled for the fall.
Her man says 'Baby, can I make an observation?'
'You don't seem to be having any fun at all.'

She says 'you just worry about your groomsmen and your shirt size,
And rest assured that this is making me feel good.'
I think that love is so much easier than you realize,
If you can give yourself to someone then you should.

'Cause it's a little bit of everything,
The way you joke, the way you ache,
It's waking up before you so I can watch you as you wake,
So in that day in late September, it's not some stupid little ring,
I'm getting a little bit of everything.'

Oh it's a little bit of everything,
It's the matador and the bull,
It's the suggested daily dosage, it is the red moon when it's full.
All these psychics and these doctors,
They're all right and they're all wrong,
It's like trying to make out every word when they should simply hum along.
It's not some message written in the dark,
Or some truth that no one's seen,
It's a little bit of everything.

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