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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitar, tremelo electric guitarChris Walke: slide guitar
Gerald Dowd: drums
Tom Jancauskas: bass
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Your head’s in your mouth And your feet are in the clouds You, asleep on the floor Hearing the keys turn in the door And the rivers will rise to carry you on And the rivers will rise to catch your tears before they fall Three streets to the wind This is not how our end is supposed to begin Faith is coming on down As your wheels touch ground And the rivers will rise to carry you on And the rivers will rise to catch your tears before they fall Feel the arc-lights cut right through What you run from is what you run to And you run till you catch your breath You’ll find you can’t run from yourself And the rivers will rise to carry you on And the rivers will rise to catch your tears before they fall written by Dave Sills published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2001, all rights reserved From the album Sometimes Nothing (WSR 002)
Dave Sills
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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitarChris Walke: electric guitar, steel guitar
Gerald Dowd: drums
Tom Jancauskas: bass
Lyrics
The rarest of birds Flies outside my window I see her all the time Looking through the glass I think of times I tried to catch her When I got too close, away she’d fly I shouldn’t have to fall to my knees I shouldn’t have to fall to my knees I shouldn’t have to fall to my knees Just to hear her song The rarest of birds Doesn’t fly south in winter Hides herself away in the pines Builds a nest up high Where she knows that I can’t reach her Even though I will always try I shouldn’t have to fall to my knees I shouldn’t have to fall to my knees I shouldn’t have to fall to my knees Just to hear her song I wouldn’t put her in a cage With the door locked tight I’d leave myself if she’d remind me how to fly Just want something To cut through this noise I just want to hear her voice I shouldn’t have to fall to my knees I shouldn’t have to fall to my knees I shouldn’t have to fall to my knees Just to hear her song written by Dave Sills published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2001, all rights reserved From the album Sometimes Nothing (WSR 002)
Dave Sills
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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitarChris Walke: tremelo electric guitar
Scott Stevenson: piano
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Here it comes again That grand old feeling Misery was my friend But you’ve sent her reeling You took the world from my shoulders You’ve got me speaking in tongues I poured my self out upon you And you never wanted to run Got me so high up where I never thought I could be And the way that you love me makes a failure of gravity These private conversations No words from our lips Our own silent language The whisper of fingertips And I glimpse my own reflection There deep in your eyes I know you see the real me And not this cheap disguise Got me so high up where I never thought I could be The way that you love me makes a failure of gravity True love can be frightening in so many ways Two souls locked together for the rest of their days It’s never easy but oh the reward that it pays Got me so high up where I never thought I could be The way that you love me makes a failure of gravity Got me so high up where I never thought I could be The way that you love me The way that you love me The way that you love me makes a failure of gravity written by Dave Sills published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2001, all rights reserved From the album Sometimes Nothing (WSR 002)
Dave Sills
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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic & electric guitar (rhythm)Chris Walke: electric guitar (lead)
Gerald Dowd: drums
Tom Jancauskas: bass
Scott Stevenson: organ
Lyrics
Regrets one or two A thousand more than a few I keep waiting for the truth to be a lie I’m just imitating life Stuck at this stoplight Never open up my eyes to see it turn green I keep running Running from the light In the movie of my life I’m an extra Will the silence ever cease I can’t get any peace From this damn midnight disease that runs in my veins In a puddle of rain I wrote down your name But I could not make it fade from my memory I keep running Running away from love I know why I’m so scared of getting close to you Don’t you think you could do better Can’t even keep myself together What is it that you ever saw in me You’ll just end up disappointed I’m someone who should be avoided If I stayed you’d eventually see So I’ll keep running I’ll keep running Running away from love Praying to G-d above you’ll forget me I’ll keep running Don’t try to follow me Cause I know I could never be what you deserve I keep running Keep on running written by Dave Sills published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2001, all rights reserved From the album Sometimes Nothing (WSR 002)
Dave Sills
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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitarChris Walke: electric guitars
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Four in the morning And I haven’t slept at all When the whole world is quiet I’m trapped alone with my thoughts I see in the darkness What disappears in the day And my mind is replaying What I’ve begged it to erase You – I’ll always remember You – I’ll live to regret Things could’ve been different If I was someone else Blinded by pride I was drowning in myself I should’ve been listening To the things you were telling me But I didn’t heed warnings Didn’t really think you’d ever leave… me You – I’ll always remember You – I’ll live to regret Now I’m staring at a picture of a girl and a boy Faces so happy so filled with joy What happened to that boy who gave her that grin I want to know I used to be him You – I’ll always remember You – I’ll live to regret written by Dave Sills published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2001, all rights reserved From the album Sometimes Nothing (WSR 002)
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Dave Sills: vocals, electric guitar (rhythm)Chris Walke: electric guitar (lead)
Gerald Dowd: drums
Tom Jancauskas: bass
Scott Stevenson: Mellotron, harpsichord, chimes, tympani
Larry Rossi: trumpet
Lyrics
Can’t find the rabbit Is there a hole in this hat? Can we put back together What’s been sawed in half? Have we changed content into contempt? I’m afraid We’ve put ourselves in a box That’s gonna be tough to escape We cease to be if we choose to believe the illusion Don't want to turn this love into a flawed magic act Where I make you vanish And I can’t find the words to bring you back No misdirection No sleight of hand Don’t force the cards for once Leave it to chance Stuck in a trap door Hanging by our feet While chained underwater With nothing up our sleeves We cease to be if we choose to believe the illusion Don't want to turn this love into a flawed magic act Where I make you vanish And I can’t find the words to bring you back Why do we feel the need to use the smoke and mirrors We both know behind the curtain The truth’s been hiding And it’s time to make it reappear We cease to be if we choose to believe the illusion Don't want to turn this love into a flawed magic act Where I make you vanish And I can’t find the words to bring you back written by Dave Sills published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2001, all rights reserved From the album Sometimes Nothing (WSR 002)
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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitarChris Walke: Dobro
Scott Stevenson: accordion
Rob Klinkey: bongos
Gerald Dowd: drums
Tom Jancauskas: bass
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Another day wasted And some more bitterness tasted There’s only myself to blame I keep putting off til tomorrow And the next day that follows The things I should do today AndI feel like I’m always hiding From the knock of opportunity I’d like to reach out and seize the moment But I feel stuck in the days between I’m quite good at not trying Flapping my wings without flying Letting myself fall behind Maybe I’m scared of being broken So my attempts are merely token Afraid to put anything real on the line And I feel like I’m always hiding From the knock of opportunity I’d like to reach out and seize the moment But I feel stuck in the days between And I’m quite good at the talk (But it's all talk) When my turn comes I take a walk My self defeating tendencies Always getting the best of me And I feel like I’m always hiding From the knock of opportunity I’d like to reach out and seize the moment But I feel stuck in the days between written by Dave Sills published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2001, all rights reserved From the album Sometimes Nothing (WSR 002)
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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitar, percussionChris Walke: lap steel
Gerald Dowd: drums
Tom Jancauskas: bass
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Cold cold ground beneath my feet Clouds hang like fishing nets over a city asleep The stores are closed and no one’s around at all I don’t think those nets are gonna catch Or break my fall When I fall So turn the clocks back a year I don’t know where the time has gone Don’t know what the hell I’m doing here Don’t know where I belong So I traveled west in search of my dreams But nothing in that place was as it seemed Couldn’t see the stars up in the city sky I knew they were there But the lights below were just too bright Just too bright So turn the clocks back a year I don’t know where the time has gone Don’t know what the hell I’m doing here Don’t know where I belong A transient heart beats strong in my chest ‘Til I find a place I belong it won’t let me rest So turn the clocks back a year I don’t know where the time has gone Don’t know what the hell I’m doing here Don’t know where I belong written by Dave Sills published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2001, all rights reserved From the album Sometimes Nothing (WSR 002)
Dave Sills
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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitarChris Walke: Dobro
Dave Ramont: banjo
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In the hazy stillness smell the nightshade bloom A lonely streetlight for a makeshift moon I can feel the morning trying to cut through Out on the river steam starts to rise From the depths and a darkness as cold as your eyes The wind wants to scream but can only muster a sigh I stood in your shadows too long Thinking that I had been doing wrong So I carried the torch, but you didn’t see Now it’s ashes and embers at my feet Down on the corner lovers’ names in concrete Get some relief from the trampling of feet A crack cross the heart is like a message to me The curse of the evening will soon be gone The sun is now breaking through the ruins of dawn The river so restless – she just keeps movin’ on I stood in your shadows too long Thinking that I had been doing wrong So I carried the torch, but you didn’t see Now it’s ashes and embers at my feet The leaves don’t start falling ‘til winter draws near But behind your eyes I see it’s already here I stood in your shadows too long Thinking that I had been doing wrong So I carried the torch, but you didn’t see Now it’s ashes and embers at my feet At my feet... at my feet... at my feet written by Dave Sills published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2001, all rights reserved From the album Sometimes Nothing (WSR 002)
Dave Sills
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Dave Sills: vocals, electric guitarChris Walke: lap steel
Gerald Dowd: drums
Tom Jancauskas: bass
Scott Stevenson: electric piano
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You can stop the bleeding But it won’t make the pain fade away And if you twist too tight You just might Kill what we’re trying so hard to save You twist it anyway You twist it anyway You don’t make it easy For anyone to care Always putting yourself down Burying your head in the ground Someday we’re just gonna leave you there Leave you there Gonna leave you there Will you even see that you’ve been left behind I suppose that if you never open your eyes To you everything will always look fine Are you that blind? I wish I could tell you That you’ll make it alright I know it ain’t true Deep inside you do to But you’d rather live in the lie Live in the lie You’re living a lie Will you even see that you’ve been left behind I suppose that if you never open your eyes To you everything will always look fine Can you really be that blind? written by Dave Sills published by Dave Sills (ASCAP) (c) (p) 2001, all rights reserved From the album Sometimes Nothing (WSR 002)
Dave Sills
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Dave Sills: vocals, acoustic guitarChris Walke: tremelo electric guitar
Gerald Dowd: drums, congas
Tom Jancauskas: bass
Scott Stevenson: organ
