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What You're Holding Onto
03:23
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I know where you can go on a Sunday night
If you’ve been looking for a place you can hide
There’s a bar round the corner
Not sure what it’s for, but
There’s a question mark up over the door
Yeah, the man at the bar ain’t too nice
He’s been working there for a couple of years. Once or twice
Someone told him how they felt about that joint
He didn’t take it so well
No, he didn’t take it so well
Everyone here’s been
The same since 1992
Pictures on the walls to prove
They won’t let go of what they’re holding on to
Went here years ago and sat in the back booth
These days I pretend I’m not mad at you
We had some laughs, whiskey too
It’s been a minute since I’ve seen you
The old man in band, he’s like 86
And he’s played with everyone behind that kit
Twice a week, man he won’t quit
I wanna be like him, before he got sick
Be like him before he got sick
Everyone here’s been
The same since 1992
We got pictures on the walls to prove
We won’t let go of what we’re holding on to
Everyone here’s been
The same since 1992
With pictures on our wall to prove
They won’t let go of what they’re holding on to
I won’t let go of what I’m holding on to
Don’t let go of what you’re holding on to
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2. |
Asking for More
03:43
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Take a ticket for
All those boys you don’t know
You don’t know
You don’t know him anymore
If he wanted to
All that time he threw out
Might come back
Might come back to you now
She said,
“My back is tired
The fire’s dead
But I know he’ll make time.”
She just keeps asking for more
Come and spend your time
This empty bar it won’t mind
Broke my back
Just to get you here tonight
So put a record on
It’s falling off and back on
Twist the arm
It finds its groove back to the core
He said,
“My back is tired
The fire’s dead,
But I know we’ll make time.”
He just keeps asking for more.
Doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
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3. |
Croquis
02:19
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If all the reasons that she was broken
Were just as simple as that
She carried with her words unspoken
And all the hope that she had
Fast cars and roads steer her places she’s never been
But she won’t forget you
Boards a platform, downtown train,
Heads to Bleeker and 6th
Working nights, against the grain,
He feels his weight start to shift
All the money in the world won’t keep him in remission
And all he wanted was you
Croquis and toil take me places I’ve never been
But all I want now is you
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4. |
Cincinnati Skyline
04:27
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We tore to the Cincinnati skyline,
But didn’t know by then
And I swore that you walked across the ceiling
And didn’t know our eyes met
Don’t have to find a single word to hang your hat on
I’m still up on your shoulders
You don’t have to tell me all the things you want,
Because I will want them too
Talk soft, and just until your eyes close shut
Dream of summer days
Those wooden planks we rolled across and held our heads up
Are gone and still a memory
Don’t have to ride all the way across the state line
Just to tell me that you care
You don’t have to tell me all the things you want,
Because I will want them too
That old man passed on what might be his hour
Dreams of younger days
Send more of what you have to offer
And keep me younger still
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5. |
The Same Place
03:21
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The door’s always open
Not a trinket’s been stolen
So I snuck in and tucked myself in tight
Had one too many drinks tonight
This room ain’t how I left it
I don’t like what you’ve painted
I woke warm and the sun shone in
Can’t tell, what my age again?
Well, the same place
Shows my changed pace
Like a satellite
On a dark night
Rusted beams in the ceiling
Should be gone but they’re peeling
Off, yeah, and it’s aging true
Hold your breath that it don’t fall through
That time in the den
I can feel it happening again
Hold up, don’t let the TV fall
Broke my arm, got a cast and all
Well the same place
Shows my aged face
Like a faded scar,
Not gone, but twice as far
Well, the same place
Shows my changed state
Like a diver let
On a shipwreck
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6. |
On & On
05:43
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What about the time that we had
Just sitting on your back porch and drinking with your dad?
We went on and on
On and on
Do you know where we stand?
Underneath casino lights, just singing with no plan
It was winter cold
We couldn’t feel our hands right
We didn’t have a single reason to stay
No idea what to play
So we hopped into the back of a van
You said you don’t know what you want
That’s OK, ‘cause neither do I
Sorry we had to write that song
The one that pinned you down and said you were wrong. It’s gone
Even though we felt the time it was right
We didn’t have a single reason to stay
But we knew just what we would play
So we hopped into the back of a van
You said you don’t know what you want
That’s OK, cause neither do I
We didn’t have a single reason to stay
But we knew just what we could play
So we hopped into the back of a van
You said we might have what we want
But what if neither is right?
We went on and on
On and on
We went on and on
On and on
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7. |
Turns to Gold
04:03
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He was born with a fire inside that never ceased to burn
His other way would hold the hand of his mother as she prayed
As she prayed
And as her only son, he set to win a fight that never had begun
And so began the plan that left him stranded
And reaching for her hand
The two inside will get you high and swing you low
Just goes to show that all around us will one day
Turn to gold
Turns to gold
The morning light and his reflection in the big Montana sky
All alone, and the winter chill has turned his feet to stone
The fire burning out, he rubs his hands
His heads ward off the doubt
And so became the man that saw his lonely trail glisten into sand
The two inside will get you high and swing you low
Just goes to show that all around us will one day
Turn to gold
The two inside will get you high and swing you low
Just goes to show that all around us will one day
Turn to gold
Turns to gold
Turns to gold
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8. |
Everything to Everyone
04:17
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The spotlight ain’t nothing that I am afraid of
My whiskey glass won’t go dry
Last night I told a man
And used some words that I had never planned
It went somewhere I thought it would never go
Messages on my machine
Are outdated and never seen
Annie called, I hope she’s alright
I’ve never been the kind of man
Who takes a stance or takes a stand
I can be everything to everyone
And the headlines read darker than I can remember
It hurts my head just to ask myself why
If you know, why don’t you speak?
If you go, could you take me please?
I want to be somewhere I thought I would never go
I’ve always been the kind of man
To stop and talk and shake a hand
I can be everything to everyone
Everything to everyone
The morning light is something I am afraid of
The dew on the grass won’t keep my feet dry
I want to be someone that I’ve never been
I want to do some things that I have only dreamt
And take this somewhere I thought I’d never go
I’ve got to be the kind of man
Who’s says his words without a plan, or I won’t be
I’ve never been that sort of man
Who puts his heart inside his hands
Well, I won’t be anything to anyone
Anything to anyone
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9. |
Never Be the Same
04:57
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I almost forgot about the day
I dragged you home and saw the look on your father’s face
He said, “Tell me about about my son and his name,
And what he’s doin’ to cause his mother and I so much pain.”
The run amuck and the go around
His waist, it gets tighter by the minute
And as he drifts into the darkness on the edge of town
He’s withering away, bit by bit
Francis, where’ve you gone?
Why you feel this way?
If he keeps it up, we will never be the same
I’ll never forget the sound of the taxi door
Down my driveway I heard you stumble
Then you laid down across my dirty floor
There’s my friend, reduced to just a mumble
Francis, where’d you go?
Did you clear your name?
If he keeps it up, I will never be the same
Is it cry for help?
Or a walk of shame?
But if he keeps it up, we will never be the same
Francis, where’d you go?
Where’d you go?
I think of you now when I’m on the road
If they heard your voice, they’d feel you rumble
You’re at home and healthy on your own
My friend won’t be reduced to just a mumble
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10. |
Practical
04:20
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4 doors and 2-wheel drive
Collared shirt, tucked inside
Tempurpedic mail-order bed
Your words inside my head
I always try and do what’s right
Stay safe, keep inside
You ever want to settle down
A few kids and a wedding gown?
But you don’t have to be practical
You’re never gonna get it right
There’s no use in dying to try
Hit the light and in bed by 2
I never want to stray from you
The way, light, it hits your hair
You turned warm the colder air
I heard you on the telephone
You stayed late and acted so
But every word you said was true
Even ones you want me to
But you don’t have to be practical
You’re never gonna stay the same
Even when it hurts your name
But you won’t settle down
And I want you stick around
You don’t have to be practical
You’re never gonna get it right
There’s no use in dying to try
You don’t have to be so practical
You’re never gonna stay the same
Even when it hurts your name
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Sean Marshall Columbus, Ohio
Born and raised outside New York City, Sean Marshall has since resided at the Jersey Shore, the Midwest, and now the Pacific West. His experience across diverse landscapes and audiences has only enriched his eclectic vision of America and its people, demonstrated by songs rooted in classic folk structures, colored by indie rock textures, and laced with country ambience. ... more
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