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I Know You Know
03:32
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I know you know I been thinkin’ about you
You know I know you been thinkin’ about me
And I know that line’s been written a hundred thousand times, or
Maybe even a million –– but I don’t care
Been dreamin’ of you in my arms
While this side of the country’s been losin’ all its charms
And you know I love this city so but how I got the urge to go
And find you where you are
Oh I think I’ll leave New York just for a spell
I’ve done it before but not quite the same
It’s seeping in fast revealing its name
Keeping us alive and keeping us awake
Yours is a drug I’ll gladly take
I know you know I been thinkin’ about you
You know I know you been thinkin’ about me
And I know that line’s been written a hundred thousand times, or
Maybe even a million –– but I don’t care
That face I’ve been tryin’ not to miss
Keeps pushin’ its way in with a force I can’t resist
Now I hear it won’t be long before the winds blow you back to the eastern shore
Well lucky lucky me
Oh suddenly New York’s ten times as swell
I glance outside into the night
And I am struck by the light
That was the blanket of our fun
Make way for our day in the sun
I know you know I been thinkin’ about you
You know I know you been thinkin’ about me
And I know that line’s been written a hundred thousand times, or
Maybe even a million –– but I don’t
Care, you see I will happily
Teach you to triumphantly
Break the rules but that is not all
Baby we’ll break the law
I know you know I been thinkin’ about you
You know I know you been thinkin’ about me
And I know that line’s been written a hundred thousand times, or
Maybe even a million –– but I don’t care
I’ll just keep strollin’ along
And every so often I listen to your songs
And your blue-gray eyes come back to me with all the lovely memories
We made in those wee hours
Oh I hope that New York treated you well
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Old Guitar
02:05
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Would I were your old guitar
Safely resting in your arms
Slide your fingers up and down
Softly singing to the sound
Would I were your baby grand
Tickle me with those precious hands
Staid and steady here I am, just
Open me and be my man
I can’t help losing sleep
I can’t stop this daydream
I can’t fight the feeling that
I should be the one
But I’m just your second string
Calmly waiting in the wings
Wishing that you only knew
How much I could mean to you
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Time Zone
03:04
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So many nights you’ve called when I’m asleep
You’re wide awake and I’m buried in sheets
You know the sight of your name excites my sleepyhead
But it’s four in the morning so I go right back to bed
But we should probably talk on the phone
While we are in the same time
We should probably talk on the phone
While we are in the same time zone
Waited so long just to have you here
The most anticipated even all year
You came and whipped away all thoughts of any other boys
Now among other things you know I’m missin’ the voice
So we should probably talk on the phone
While we are in the same time
We should probably talk on the phone
While we are in the same time zone
Yo PST (that’s Pacific Standard Time)
How I appreciate you lettin’ him come
Hang with me
I think you’d agree
That this romance would kick ol’ Romeo’s ass
While still maintaining utmost dignity and class
For even as one you know we have two different hearts
Still together we’re greater than the sum of our parts
So whatcha say about
Probably talkin’ on the phone
While we are in the same time
We should probably talk on the phone
While we are in the same time
We should probably talk on the phone
While we are in the same time
We should probably talk on the phone
While we are in the same time zone
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Hot Air Balloon Basket
03:20
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This city has the power
To lift you up and knock you down within an hour
And when you’re looking for a thrill
You’ll find one though it never will
Be just what you expected
One happenstance encounter and your life is redirected
My answer would be yes
If only you would ask it
This thing has got me puttin’ all my eggs into one basket
My answer would be yes
So come on now just ask it
We’ll fly away up high inside a hot air balloon basket
Our chemical equation
Yields a form of pure elation
The scientists they all agree
That when it comes to you and me
No need for fuel or fire
The spark that exists between us will not soon expire
My answer would be yes
If only you would ask it
This thing has got me puttin’ all my eggs into one basket
My answer would be yes
So go ahead and ask it
We’ll fly away up high inside a hot air balloon basket
Obviously my preference would be
Multicolored panels but
The grayest gray would be okay as long as you’re with me
It could be said that my head’s
Been in the clouds for a while now
I think it’s time to take my body with it for the ride
We haven’t spent much time together
Still I think we’d conquer any weather
Now I don’t mean to freak you out
This song is not at all about
What others might imply
It’s simply about you and I taking to the sky
My answer would be yes
If only you would ask it
This thing has got me puttin’ all my eggs into one basket
My answer would be yes
So come on now just ask it
We’ll fly away up high inside a hot air balloon basket
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(in broken French, with broken wrist)
Je joue cette chanson pour seulement vous
Lui qui m’a fait sourir dans la douleur
Je la chanterais pour d’autres de temps en temps
Mais je s’exercer pour quand je vous vois de nouveau
Je ne peux pas me souvenir de chaque mot
Du cadeau vous m’avez donner cette nuit
Mais je me souviens de la douceur totale
De votre visage quand vous avez chanter
I play this song for only you
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Leigh Jones Portland, Oregon
Lilting, longing honeysuckle folk. 66% North Carolinian, 33% New Yorker, 1% Oregonian.
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