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SAFE IN THE ARMS OF LOVE Written by Chris Robinson and Paul Stacey Vocals, acoustic guitar by Chris Robinson Electric guitar, bass, piano and organ by Paul Stacey Drums by Paul Stacey I received a vision electric hum and glow Beating wings of angels sending stars to and fro And way out on the outskirts of forgotten time They trample down the fences So to lose their minds And so it goes The only trouble is we never know Still looking for a reason But 'm not quite sure That I'll like the answer But as long as we're together We're safe in the arms of love Way across the valley on the mountain side Poets right of dying and they drink black wine They dream a bout a hero with broken wings And dance to join the devil But it's not what it seems And so it goes The only trouble is we never know Still looking for a reason but I'm not quite sure That I'll like the answer But as long as we're together We're safe in the arms of love Stepped out of my shadows To kiss your soul so full of sky Said you'd know why Love that has no ending Just a joy that keeps on giving love Said that's right And so it goes The only trouble is we never know Still looking for a reason but I'm not quite sure That I'll like the answer But as long as we're together We're safe in the arms of love Yeah, the arms of love |
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SILVER CAR Written by Chris Robinson, Ed Harsch and Paul Stacey Vocals and acoustic guitar by Chris Robinson Bass, organ and acoustic guitar solo by Paul Stacey Drums by Jeremy Stacey Piano by Matt Jones Took a ride In a silver car On a neon day With a question mark I took a ride Through a shotgun sky All my friends we're there My body's weak but my mind is strong And I am tired for I have come a long way Someday soon it won't be long I will build a house for us to stay Took a ride In a silver car An the leaves came down It was a lonely town I looked far and wide I looked day and night Looked inside myself Looked deep in your eyes My body's weak but my mind is strong And I am tired for I have come a long way And someday soon it won't be long I will build a house for us to stay The rest of our days Say come what may Took a ride In a silver car On a neon day With a question mark. |
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KIDS THAT AIN'T GOT NONE Written by Chris Robinson, Ed Harsch and Paul Stacey Vocal by Chris Robinson Acoustic guitar, electric guitar, bass and organ by Paul Stacey Piano by Matt Jones Drums by Jeremy Stacey With your devotees in circle all around you Just waiting in vain To hear you say please Though it never comes They'd all die for you They would all get down on their knees They would prove their love to you In a thousand ways And outside in the rain Among the old black trees And I feel older On a bed made of straw Then a sound came down And covered me with ash I was not naked And the constellations screamed And it touched me to my soul Until the end of time I was not afraid The sensation was strange I was not alone I felt safe as home Hey, do you feel Like you're losing your mind Hey, do you feel Like you're stuck out of time I say hey, you know, That you're not the only one Said I know how you feel The kids that ain't got none Said I know how you feel The kids that ain't got none You took his old guitar Gave it one last strum Threw it out the window As the river ran by He watched the credits roll At the end of the film They made no mention And he cursed his endless ways He threw back his curtain to expose a new bright day He was not afraid The sensation was strange He was not alone He felt safe as home Hey, do you feel Like you're losing your mind Hey, do you feel Like you're stuck out of time I say hey, you know, That you're not the only one Said I know how you feel The kids that ain't got none Said I know how you feel The kids that ain't got none Just stay away from darkness Be close to all that's gentle and kind We are all a force of nature Body, soul and mind I said hey, do you feel Like you're losing your mind Say, hey do you feel Like you're stuck out of time I say hey, you know, That you're not the only one Said I know how you feel The kids that ain't got none Said I know how you feel The kids that ain't got none |
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COULD YOU REALLY LOVE ME Written by Chris Robinson and Paul Stacey Vocals, acoustic guitar and electric guitar by Chris Robinson Bass, electric guitar and mini-moog by Paul Stacey Clavinet and Fender Rhodes by Matt Jones Drums by Jeremy Stacey Could you really love me Could you really show me the way Could I really love you Say could I stand up and say Well that you are my lady And in my heart you will stay So won't you be my baby Listen So if you were my lover I would never need another To you I would be true Said if you were my baby I would never get lazy There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do Love is like the seasons I don't need to have a reason To be a changing with you In you I have an answer I don't have to have a question 'Cause I know that it's true Could you really love me Could you really show me the way Could I really love you Say could I stand up and say Well that you are my lady And in my heart you will stay So won't you be my baby I catch the slightest movement in the curtain as you enter And you come into my view And quietly you kiss me Yeah my touch you've been missing I can feel that in you There's no need to worry Yeah I'm not in a hurry To spend my life with you And babe since I met ya My eyes have been open to the light that's around you Could you really love me Could you really show me the way Could I really love you Could I stand up and say Well that you are my lady And in my heart you will stay So won't you be my baby Yeah yeah |
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UNTANGLE MY MIND Written by Chris Robinson Vocals and acoustic guitar by Chris Robinson Electric guitar and piano by Paul Stacey Drums by Jeremy Stacey Standup bass by Gordy Johnson Saxophone by Kelly "Mr. Chill" Hoppe Organ by Matt Jones Come on an untangle my mind Yeah make it good for me Like the first time Just do it to me Do it to me with a smile Like one million years ago So come on and do it To me with a smile Let your diamond rivers flow You appeared to me You were real to me Well you helped me see Everything Anything Everything So I remember living in London town Ashtrays full on a gray day I remember when wintertime came tumbling down And it knocked us off our feet For days and days and days Yeah I remember we talked about going to Spain And the wintertime came tumbling down You appeared to me You were real to me Well you helped me see Everything Anything Everything So come on Please Untangle my mind Come on and do it to me Do it to me Make it real like the first time |
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FABLES Written by Chris Robinson Vocals and acoustic guitar by Chris Robinson Electric guitar and bass by Paul Stacey Drums by Jeremy Stacey Fender Rhodes and "weird" electric harpsichord by Matt Jones A rosewater tear you cry On a black horse you ride Ride past us all Like wreckage on the shore The circle and the tamborine Nothing is what it seems But round and round We all go Like the chaos of the angel And a song to ease her soul I'm not interested in fables any more And all those bright eyed children at the gate With sparkle minds and dealing weight They're not interested in fables any more Stage fright on open night But you remembered every line And when the curtain fell They pulled down the sky A Pale blue dusk kicked up behind With horizons on your mind As you go on and on and on your way Like the chaos of the angel And a song to ease her soul I'm not interested in fables any more And all those bright eyed children at the gate With sparkle minds and dealing weight They're not interested in fables any more They're not interested in fables any more They're not interested in fables any more They're not interested in fables. |
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SUNDAY SOUND Written by Chris Robinson and Marc Ford Vocals and electric guitar by Chris Robinson Electric guitar, organ and bass by Paul Stacey Wurlitzer and Fender Rhodes by Matt Jones Drums by Jeremy Stacey Stuck up in a lush life The phone lines are down Out on the salt flats They take their money to town Just like water on the ground We will find our way Hallucination nation We got our vaccine Dancing for quarters 'Ain't as underground as it seems Just like water on the ground We will find our way Well I'd like to dance with you As the band plays on I'd like to talk with you 'Till dawn We'll make a Sunday sound Loud and clear We'll make a Sunday sound That love's here Love's here Decompression, coming up for air A minor complication To what it is you caught down there And just like water on the ground Say we will find our way Well I'd like to dance with you As the band plays on I'd like to talk with you 'Till dawn We'll make a Sunday sound Loud and clear We'll make a Sunday sound That love's here Say love's here We'll it's hard enough just staying friendly Just to remain the apple of your eye Well these days I stay busy 'Cause making something outta nothing just ain't passing time New Mexico love song Warm your feathers in the sun Your California traffic Well it just it just ain't no fun Just like water on the ground We will find our way Well I'd like to dance with you As the band plays on I'd like to talk with you 'Till dawn We'll make a Sunday sound Loud and clear We'll make a Sunday sound That love's here Love's here |
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BAREFOOT BY THE CHERRY TREE Written by Chris Robinson and Paul Stacey Vocals and acoustic guitar by Chris Robinson Acoustic guitar, electric guitar, organ and bass by Paul Stacey Mandolin and Fiddle by Marc Roy Drums by Jeremy Stacey Staring out of a window Into a gray sky scene Alone stands a widow With her skin porcelain To a black limosine She exits Lost in a moment Waiting to be saved A sigh from a prophet Who forsaw this day An kept on his way No prediction I just close my eyes And you're right there with me Dancing in the sun Barefoot by the cherry tree They tell railroad stories They have the cold hands They've no fear of dying Yes they know the sand man As he walks this land unrelenting I just close my eyes Well, and you're right there with me Dancing in the sun Barefoot by the cherry tree Barefoot by the cherry tree Pulling hard against the steam. No my trouble ain't what they seem Sleeping out on the tracks There's no coming back So ride on sundowner Ride out of town I'll be glad when you're not around To haunt me Well let's I close my eyes Well, and you're right there with me Dancing in the sun Barefoot by the cherry tree Barefoot by the cherry tree |
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KATIE DEAR Written by Chris Robinson Vocals and acoustic guitar by Chris Robinson Electric guitar, piano and organ by Paul Stacey Tuesday morning Hear the traffic outside New York city On our east coast ride She smiles like heaven Laying by my side Oh Katie dear Don't fear It'll be alright Your place is here So baby, close your eyes Down the sidewalk Another passerby His life is empty With no love inside The same old story Of a long goodbye Oh Katie dear Don't fear It'll be alright Your place is here So baby, close your eyes Too solid from a liquid From this haze I have been lifted From curses to a blessing With you there is no guessing I watch her sleeping With dreams in her mind Her heart is beating In perfect time with mine Oh Katie Dear don't worry It'll work out fine Your place is here So baby, close your eyes Your place is here So baby, close your eyes Tuesday morning Hear the traffic outside. |
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RIDE Written by Chris Robinson Vocals and electric guitar by Chris Robinson Electric guitar and bass by Paul Stacey Clavinet and Fender Rhodes by Matt Jones Drums by Jeremy Stacey People get ready to ride Children gather round and listen The wind is blowing mystic sounds around And entertain this magic notion Don't let the frowns get you down No Confusion is no union I've come to this conclusion Just thought I'd lay it down Yeah People get ready to ride People get ready to ride Listen y'all Rid yourself of disbeliefs Become a star Become a seeker That love show you the way You know somewhere The bells are ringing People dancing People singing Bring it on The golden day And if you're willing You can join them Just close your eyes And let the song take you away And don't look back Don't try and stop it Keep pushing on Live in the moment Yeah Right on Like I said Like I say The road to the unknown Has led you back home From the center of the storm You have been reborn People get ready to ride People get ready to ride |
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BETTER THAN THE SUN Written by Chris Robinson and Dean DeLeo Vocals and electric guitar by Chris Robinson Acoustic guitar, electric guitar, baritone guitar and bass by Paul Stacey Clavinet by Matt Jones Drums by Jeremy Stacey Bells on a jawbone Nails in the sand Salt on the table And draught on the land Fog on the freeway Better slow down There's rats in the cupboard They are crying downtown And you walk in silken slippers Looking for a place to call your own You came like thunder Stayed like Christmas And you feel better than the sun Flies in the water At the edge of sunrise A mouthful of greedy As an angry disguise But you walk in silken slippers Looking for a place to call your own You came like thunder Stayed like Christmas And you feel better than the sun Sun Sun Warm us in your glow Show us all you know |
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SHE'S ON HER WAY Written by Chris Robinson Vocals, electric guitar and percussion by Chris Robinson Electric guitar and keyboards by Paul Stacey She smokes cigarettes in silhouettes Lit by a strobe light day Down the sidewalk she trips Laughing a fix In a purple and orange way Songs of laughter Songs of light Are coming your way Just like the bluebird taking flight She's on her way She's on her way A fingerprint on the wind Is where we begin To watch time slip away To welcome Neptune's skin And our lighthouse friend To the field where the lotus play Songs of laughter Songs of light Are coming your way Just like the bluebird taking flight She's on her way She's on her way |
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