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I could use a little confession
Let it loose from your tongue
No need for discretion
Do not leave this thing unsung
We are scared and we tiptoe, We are timid and too careful
we try not to move the air or to say how much we care
tell me something pretty, something true
I could use a little caring
Hold me in your arms
When I feel my heart is tearing
Will you bandage up the parts?
We are carbon and dust, We are strange in our ways
Making circles in our sand, weighing options with no plans
Tell me something pretty, something true
I want something heavy
I want something bold
Something I’ll remember when I’m old
I could use a little direction
Offer me your hand
Shower me with some affection
Let me know just where I stand
This is worth everything you or I could ever do
Are you so brave when I look at you and say,
Why don’t you tell me something pretty, something true
tell me something pretty, something true
tell me something pretty, something true
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2. |
Flame I Should Fear
03:40
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We understand each other
This moth and me
We’ve each got our vices
Illogically
I’m lighting a lamp
I’m calling it near
Letting it flicker and fly
To the flame it should fear
You lower the lamp
When I come by
So you are the brightest thing
Catching my eye
My will to protest
Only mimics my veer
Towards the heat of your fire,
The flame I should fear
I know I’ll be weeping
I know I should hide
But I’m so sick of sleeping
And my bed is so wide
I cannot control
My fascination
With the beautiful danger
Of the situation
I tango too close
I’m holding it dear
Chancing a fiery dance
With a flame I should fear
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3. |
Time And Space
05:07
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It’s peaceful this evening, thought I’d fix me a drink
Lay out a nice supper, watch the sun start to sink
Well I’ve had me some good times, I’ve had me some rough
And though I do hate to say it, It’s not nearly enough
Babe, I miss you, it’s been too long since I looked upon your face
How I want to kiss you how I long to be wrapped in your embrace
But there ain’t no use cursing time and space
So I’m saying it kindly with a true southern smile
But goddamn it baby, this ain’t even my style
We both know that patience has never been a virtue I’ve known
And there’s too many miles and hours between me and home
I’m all out of tonic, I’m all out of gin
I’m all out of beauty, I’m stretched tired and thin
The sun has been sinking, and so has my mood
The days have been endless, my nights have been long
Is sleeping without you making me strong
Tossing and churning, is that how I prove that it’s you I choose?
Babe, I miss you,
It’s been too long since I looked upon your face
How I want to kiss you how I long to be wrapped in your embrace
But I’m in the wrong time zone or you’re in the wrong place
But there ain’t no use cursing time and space
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4. |
Cowboy
03:46
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I always wanted to be a cowboy
That’s why I moved to Tennessee
When I crossed the smoky mountains
That’s where I knew I’d want to be
I was looking to be lonesome
I was looking to leave home
I was looking for some freedom
I was looking for the road
Got a cloud of dust behind the mustang
Told my boy in Carolina I won’t be back
I will ride like the wind
I will just pretend that I’m happy and free
Like a cowboy’s supposed to be
I’ve seen the dirt up in the cities
It’s piling up on people’s souls
Makes them sick till they are coughing
With a sadness dark as coal
Seen vacant signs in motel windows
Seen vacant signs in sorry eyes
I swore I’d always be a cowboy
Riding free till the day I die
Got a cloud of dust behind the mustang
Told my boy in Carolina I won’t be back
I will ride like the wind
I will just pretend that I’m happy and free
Like a cowboy’s supposed to be
Some are born to find a husband
Some are born to find a wife
I was born to roam the country in a solitary life
Got a cloud of dust behind the mustang
Told my boy in Carolina I won’t be back
I will ride like the wind
I will just pretend that I’m happy and free
Like a cowboy’s supposed to be
Supposed to be happy, supposed to be free
Supposed to be happy, supposed to be free
Supposed to be happy, supposed to be free
Supposed to be happy, supposed to be free
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5. |
Cover Me
02:54
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My body is sand, your tide has retreated
There are imprints of time on my skin
It’s you I desire and until you return
I will lay my body down
You cover me with your blanket
You saturate my pores
You define my senses
Then leave me wanting more
Proper attire is required here
Strip down to skin and bones
No solid matter really matters here
No stones can weigh us down
You cover me with your blanket
You saturate my pores
You define my senses
Then leave me wanting more
The moon and you play me the fool
I am merely land
Moonbeams, shine! though she’s not mine
Return her to my sand
You cover me with your blanket
You saturate my pores
You define my senses
Then leave me
Then leave me
Then leave me wanting more
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6. |
Missing You
03:34
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I’m blaming the frontier
And the families who bought it
Built cities without snow
So far away from Boston
Your own covered wagon
Is parked right outside
You’re throwing your bags in
And saying your goodbyes
May the sun never set
While your highway’s stretching west
May you never need to change
A busted tire in the rain
May you know that you are loved
When you’re feeling quite alone
And may you visit someday soon
Cause I’ll be missing you
This city is too cold
You’ve been wanting long to leave
You’ve been pulling on the map
And letting go of history
I hope Nashville treats you well
All those Tin Pan Alley fellows
Keep a smile on your face
Tell them I say hello
May the sun never set
While your highway’s stretching west
May you never need to change
A busted tire in the rain
May you know that you are loved
When you’re feeling quite alone
And may you visit someday soon
Cause I’ll be missing you
We always knew this was temporary
That we’d all move away
But it doesn’t keep my heart from breaking
That this is finally the day
When you unpack your bags
Remember the good times we had, and
May the sun never set
While your highway’s stretching west
May you never need to change
A busted tire in the rain
May you know that you are loved
When you’re feeling quite alone
And may you visit someday soon
Cause I’ll be missing you
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7. |
Pretty Parting Goodbye
05:02
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Ten thousand miles of travels under my belt
Queasiness in my stomach for what I must tell
Simply, romanticizing nothing
This is simply something we’ve got to let go
Gripping the truth of us as lovers
It’s time that we discovered the best way
We can grow apart, learn to love the lonely
Things will start falling in place
We may find a beauty that’s starting
Our own pretty parting goodbye
Ten thousand tears are falling into your hands
But I know this is something we both understand
Simply, romanticizing nothing
This is simply something we’ve got to let go
Gripping the truth of us as lovers
It’s time that we discovered the best way
Simply, romanticizing nothing
This is simply something we’ve got to let go
Gripping the truth of us as lovers
It’s time that we discovered the best way
Take your time, don’t run away angry
Yours or mine, we’ll pack up the house
Don’t you start putting on makeup
This is our breakup, our own pretty parting goodbye
This is our breakup, our own pretty parting goodbye
This is our breakup, our own pretty parting goodbye
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8. |
Downpour Downtrodden
02:33
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Downpour, downtrodden
We're all trapped troopers in the latest offensive
And if I seem defensive
I'm just a little apprehensive
Of any dogma that's constantly repeated in all the media
Until we finally start to believe in it
Pull yourself up by your bootstraps
Yeah, well, sometimes my straps go slack
And my boots are cracked in the acid snow
And I don't know how much chemical warfare
We can bear
I stare at the latest fashion plate, SUV, Hummer, tank
Rolling over the latest legislation
Salutations to our fine leaders
Who belt buckles grow loose
With the pheromones of checks and loans of corporations
That have their best interests at heart
We can start in the mutual masturbation of conversation
But talk is cheap if we just speak and weep,
sit and spin
Nothing changes, we don't win in the din of talk if no one chalks a plan
Stands up and actually does something different for a change
Different for change
I challenge you, Team America, to turn your back on the black oxygen being slid across the sea in slick glides
Greasy tides rolling up along our shore
Fuel for our war
Our good natured reputation spoiled
Try reaping our own soil
Run your car on veggie oil
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9. |
Pull And Push
03:40
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What I really want to do is fold myself in canoe
Push out far into the pond I think I’d stay to see the dawn
It’s the ultimate art this dedication to escape
It’s the ultimate escape my obsession with this art
So I’ll push out in the lake
Virtuoso artist at escape
And meantime you just stand and say
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
The only thing worse than not knowing what I want
Is being immobile with the fear of knowing what I want
So I’m sitting here on this pile of indecision
Not chancing the definite stance of a position
I am flexible as clay
I will go whichever way you wish
And meantime you just stand and say
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
I wish that I could prove I never scribble cross a line
But my journal’s filled with inkblots that would catch me in the lie
It’s a hypocritic maze how I’m torn on every page
It’s the contradictors road that I travel everyday
On the fence where I sit
Directions’ relative
And meantime you just stand and say
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
You cannot simultaneously pull and push
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10. |
Walk Away Instead
04:21
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Do not look at me that way
Do not say my name so sweet
Do not call me in the evening
and ask if we could meet
Do not ask me about music
or my favorite books I’ve read
It’d be better if you walk away instead
Do not ask me how my day went
in a voice that knows concern
Do not offer consolation
when I’m showing that I’m hurt
Do not ask me my opinion
Do not seem to want to know
It’d be better if you’re saying you should go
I love you is a cocktail shot
And my friends reminding me of all the time I’ve lost
I love you is a noisy sonata
of valentine’s cards and soap opera drama
When the lights are low
and your lips are near
and I feel your soft words
upon my ear,
I recall too well
past lover’s words were said
It’d be better if you walk away instead
I love you is lights camera begin
The film starts rolling, stage fright sets in
I love you is a songwriter’s block
With plenty to say, no voice left to talk
When the lights are low
and your lips are near
and I feel your soft words
upon my ear,
I recall too well
past lover’s words were said
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11. |
Prefer You Were A Girl
03:55
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The rain slaps her umbrella like a parental reprimand
How many times can she be warned?
The puddles dance in the darkness like lights around a xmas tree
Flickering, dizzying, decorating, suffocating the dying tree
For all of it’s glitz and glamour,
times square neon lights, lite broadway clamour
There’s nothing new york has to offer
But the company of strangers from birth to coffin
She’d prefer you were a girl, but she’s lonely and it’s late
And yesterday she was lonely just the same
In all of NY, there’s not a bar or café
In all of her writings, there’s not a way to say
She’d prefer you were a girl, but she’s lonely and it’s late
She mentions many things one time only and never again
And if you ask. She’ll say she’s in pain, but she can’t name the art of the torture
a reflection in a window shop says she’s cold without and within
it seems reflections and shadows lately speak more clearly
She’d prefer you were a girl, but she’s lonely and it’s late
And yesterday she was lonely just the same
In all of NY, there’s not a bar or café
In all of her writings, there’s not a way to say
She’d prefer you were a girl, but she’s lonely and it’s late
She never did really choose this life
She’s not sure that this world is her sort of place
She’s not sure if her parents had asked on that fateful night of conception
She would not have asked them to stop the action
She’d prefer you were a girl, but she’s lonely and it’s late
And yesterday she was lonely just the same
In all of NY, there’s not a bar or café
In all of her writings, there’s not a way to say
She’d prefer you were a girl, but she’s lonely and it’s late
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12. |
How Beautiful, You
03:18
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You’re the awe of my eye
The jewel of the crown
And let me tell you I’ve been around
You’ve got time standing still
It’s bowed at your feet
There’s something like a raindrop in my eye
You make happiness weep
You make happiness weep
How beautiful, you
How beautiful, you
How beautiful
You are silent as snow
You cry like a girl
And I’m standing here trying to give you the world
I want you to care
I want you to fight
And I want you to fall into a soft bed with me at night
How beautiful, you
How beautiful, you
How beautiful
I have underestimated you at times
And every time I’ve been the fool
You never cease to surpass
The standards already set
Of everyone I’ve met, you’re the awe of my eye
How beautiful, you
How beautiful, you
How beautiful
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13. |
5 P.M. Busk
03:50
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The soulful singer sits and tells us of a story
There’s not a subway car in sight
The nine-to-fivers stand and stare back from the platform
He says, “Until the train comes, you are mine”
I have learned a thing or two
from my daily watching you
With your neckties pulled up tight
Be sure that through your rushing days
you do not confuse your pay
With the beauty that is life
We measure miles covered by time that’s passed
Don’t know our destination or if we’re coming back
By the diplomas hanging on the wall
We can phone the family, say we’ve achieved it all
I have learned a thing or two
from my daily watching you
With your neckties pulled up tight
Be sure that through your rushing days
you do not confuse your pay
With the beauty that is life
The soulful singer sits and tells us of a story
He sings a tale without time
“Forever after and the ride into the sunset
can hold few lovers in the rush from nine to five”
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Arielle Silver Los Angeles, California
Music Connection TOP 2020 PROSPECTS and
American Songwriter Daily Discovery, Arielle Silver's songs have the heart of
Laurel Canyon, the pulse of Americana, and the soul of the Chelsea Hotel. Her long-awaited upcoming album, A THOUSAND TINY TORCHES, was community-funded and releases June 2020. The Boston Globe called Something Pretty Something True album,“Lovely songwriting and arrangements,”
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