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Miss Bourbon Brown
03:45
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2. |
Lincoln Ave
03:46
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All my things are packed in boxes
Stacked along the walls
Of a room that’s getting smaller by the hour
I’ve emptied out my desk of
All my childhood memories
The days when we thought we were tall
From sitting on our mothers’ knees, now
All my things are packed in boxes
But I won’t forget where they came from
Because those old clothes ain’t my size
But that little kid’s alive, he’s just got older eyes
I keep singin' "oooh"
I play the part, but
When I’m in that house, you know
I’m right back at the start
What a funny way it is, I
Keep the strangest things
To remind myself of days when we were young
Baseball gloves and trading cards
Tattered, worn with age
Wishful thinking told me that they
Still my find a use someday, but
What a funny way it is
The way we think when we are young
Someday soon, these
Faces will be gone, just
Phantoms in a fog, but the
Houses stay the same, lined in
Perfect rows down Lincoln Avenue
But there’s a method that I’ve got to try
Though the youth inside my bones may wonder why
I’ll leave this place behind and store
The memory in my mind
A home to call my own is just the
Step to feeling a better kind of fine
Now all my things are packed in boxes
Stacked along the walls of a
Room that’s getting smaller by the hour
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3. |
Walls
04:58
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4. |
Tumblin'
03:50
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A hundred miles of dusty road
And this motor running just a little too loud
Cause life is catching up with me
So fast, I fear I'm close to run down
Sometimes the trip is more a
Tumble into mystery
I just have to believe my feet will
Take me where I wanna be
Oooh...
I'm running for it, come and
Catch me now before it gets too late
My home it wasn't all that grand
I'll miss the simple memories
The warmth of mama's apple pie
The taste of love, the smell of nicotine
But nothing compares to the taste
Of living right on the edge
But I'd rather keep my head
Don't care which circle of hell I'm off to
Not a soul can stop me now
This town won’t hold me down
I’m on the move
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5. |
Keep You Here
05:37
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6. |
Charisma Kingpin
04:41
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7. |
Last Tragedy
04:05
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8. |
Forced to Fly
04:12
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9. |
Connie
03:46
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10. |
A Sweeter Sound
04:52
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Ryan Jordan Boston, Massachusetts
Ryan Jordan is a Boston-based singer/songwriter/multi-intstrumentalist. A graduate of Berklee College of Music, Jordan's musical career has bridged genres, from folk/alternative, to funk/soul, to new wave/synthpop, and most recently to indie rock.
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