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Pitch Black Eyes
03:51
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It was my first reaction that I was on my own
I had no plans to guide me
seemed my baby bird had flown
I travelled through the night just to see your face
wound up in a graveyard miles from any place
Surely it must be a cloud, or the smoke from some old fire
I could see an apparition, from the grave stone rising higher
Watch her as she rises watch her as she rises
She had pitch black eyes, and a bottle of wine
She had pitch black eyes, and a bottle of wine
She had pitch black eyes, and a bottle of the reddest wine
It was my old man’s funeral, put that hat back on your head
For it was this thing that showed me, that my love was far from dead
So I made a small bouquet, laid it on the grave stone
On the fenceline I thought I saw a blue jay
I looked twice but he had flown
Watch him as he rises watch him as he rises
She had pitch black eyes, and a bottle of wine
She had pitch black eyes, and a bottle of wine
She had pitch black eyes, and a bottle of the reddest wine
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2. |
Crawling Backwards
05:11
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You’re crawling backwards, crawling backwards on your knees
high as the birds that are singing in the trees
You’re crawling backwards, crawling backwards on your knees
towards peace, towards hopelessness
towards everything you ever needed that you couldn’t get
Oh oh-oh
Someone tell me where to go
Someone tell me how to row my boat ashore
My mind is in chains and my soul is
walking out the door
walking out the door
He said boy she sure does
look like she needs a shot
He said boy she sure does
look like she needs a shot
So Tommy went and he got the Vodka
but he meant a shot in the head
somebody get the doctor
cause I think somebody’s dead
She didn’t want to spend her life
being a lonely psychopath
She didn’t want to spend her life
being a lonely psychopath
That’s P-S-Y why me?
That’s C-H-Oh no
That’s P-A-T-H
just the path that you chose
You’re crawling backwards
You’re crawling backwards on your knees
high as the birds that are singing in the trees
The words…
Drop like seeds
right out of your mouth
and grow up to be trees
that cast shadows of doubt
and when they lose their leaves
there’s nothing left
for you to shout about
so I take a rake
and I rake the leaves
into piles of wants
and piles of needs
and there’s a little kid
inside of me
that wants to jump right in
to the dried up colors
thoughts once bright
now just get duller
with the passage of time
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3. |
Dog on the Street
03:27
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D7 Gm D7 Gm
All of your love is gone, what will you do?
D7 Gm D7
All of your love is gone, what will pull you through?
Eb Gm Eb D7
I dream I color I dream in red, I dream of everything you said to me
Eb Bb F Gm
that a life long on beauty had been a long long time from me
D7 Gm
but there's no use in gettin' me all worked up
D7 Gm Eb
and there's no use in gettin' me all jerked up to see
Bb F Gm
that my love is so far away from me
PART 2 (Eb7 – D7 – Gm x 6)
Eb7 D7 Gm
I saw a dog, lying in the street
Eb7 D7 Gm
His master called to him but he didn't rise up on his feet
Eb7 D7 Gm
I saw a man, he was kneeling on the ground
Eb7 D7 Gm
His master called to him but he did not hear a sound
Eb7 D7 Gm
Who controls the universe? I think I control it with my mind
Eb7 D7 Gm
And if you don't see what I'm sayin', boy you are really blind
PART 3 (Eb7-Cm-Eb-Bb-F-Gm x 3)
Eb7 Cm
And now the train whistle blows in my ear
Eb Bb F Gm
and how I wish that you were coming home
Eb7 Cm
I'm ten miles high in the sky
Eb Bb F Gm
and the stars are lonlier than you'd ever know
Eb7 Cm
I'm two inches tall in the mirror
Eb Bb F Gm
oh you know I hate to be alone
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4. |
Georgia Rain
04:07
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I hear that train a comin I hear that train a goin
sit right down at the table babe
I know you’re holding more than you’re showing
you got black aces up your sleeve
you call me on the phone then leave
you gave me keys to your cage now I’m like
a pile of daisies sitting on the interstate
bigger than a haystack burning in the Georgia rain
One day I was just a little girl, I woke up in this other world
I put red tulips on the grave of your trust
I pick them and I put them in a vase
they say it doesn’t but it does
I get a buzz from lookin’ at your face
you got me walking on moonshine
listening to ragtime
Out of my head, out of my mind
I hear that train a comin, I hear that train a goin
sitting on the edge of the beach, holding my head in the early morn
I stay in your harbor, though my ships got full sails
I stand on the edge of the bow all night
just to hear your saxophone wail
People ask me why I love the boy so
I reply that I may exactly know
it came to me slowly
this metaphor never fails
my life was a big empty building, babe
and you were a molotov cocktail
walking on moonshine
listening to ragtime
You stuck to me like a blood stain on a silk shirt
tough as killing floor blues
smooth as Mississippi John Hurt
tougher than a pit bull walking in a junkyard
barb wire wrapped around a Nascar
I hear that train a comin I hear that train a goin
sit right down at the table babe
I know you’re holding more than you’re showing
you got black aces up your sleeve
you call me on the phone then leave
you gave me keys to your cage now I’m like
a pile of daisies sitting on the interstate
bigger than a haystack burning in the Georgia rain
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Hannah Frank Chicago, Illinois
Hannah Frank Music: singer-songwriter performing solo and with collaborators, creating folk-rock-blues-country-soul stuff you might like.
Contact: hannahfrankmusic@gmail.com
Ph. 847-533-8370
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