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Ambien
02:19
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I was high and I ate their food
I was high and I wasn't fine for a long long time
For a long long time
Ambien laying in my hand
Wait a while, tell me what you feel
As the night goes on
As the night goes on
Trade the day for a night on fire
Feel myself, let the pleasure roll for a long long while
For a long long while
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Fucking Up
04:25
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I ride on gold of Winter shattered by the sun
Silver-stream the ice to gleam to end in river run
Common stars for common problems, help me if you can
Silence upon silence, season without end
A young man had a lover who he never saw again
One day their daughter came around to live with him
Love was never not enough when Summer was our home
Now that the Fall has come you’d best leave me alone
You might see me
Waving private company
Playing music on the street
For folks downtown
You could be the both of us when no one is around
If you just remember me then I won’t make a sound
What’s the plan for a man who lives out on the street
Cop tells me move along this ain’t nowhere to be
You might see me
Walking while you’re on your knees
Shade my eyes, pretend the sun’s
too bright to see
I dream of fucking up and living life alone
I dream I've had enough of everything I know
Common stars for common problems, help me if you can
Silence upon silence, season without end
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Beggar at your Door
03:32
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Every time it’s quiet, it’s just water through the pipes
Every move I make is living out the single life
You'll know for sure when they kick down your door
And tell you that you're under arrest
So you can’t see me in the distance anymore
Cause I’ve come to be the beggar at your door
Hat in hand, my man
When I wash my mouth
You hear the dirt come out
You might remember what I said
You'll know for sure when they kick down your door
Mean muggin’ on the death machine, with his hands at 10 and 2
There’s nothing left to argue, just something left to lose
Living for the rapture as his muffler scrapes the ground
His mirror hanging loose off the side
So you won’t see me on the midway anymore
And we won’t talk together like we did before
Can I stay the night?
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Ramallah Favela
03:30
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Aches and Pains
03:23
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They call me aches and pains
Such a strange thing for a young man
My body screams
I hide out in my room
Sitting outside in the snow
Waiting for the ambulance to come and go
With me inside, to spend the night
Arch back to catch the light
Pitch forth to feel the shade
Arms out, standing on the bed
Catching any feel that I can
Standing on a tower of light
Shooting up and out of my head
I know you love me, I know you care
I know a touch might be too much for me to bear
Pouring out my mouth below me/into my mouth
Out my mouth down/on to the ground
They call me aches and pains
Such a strange thing for a young man
My body leans
I hide out in my room
Arch back to catch the light
Pitch forth to feel the shade
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Morning Terror Blues
05:32
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You’ve been blue since I’ve been gone, but what could you have said?
I’ve moved into the mystery that’s had it’s eye on you
Now the reasons are too many when they call you by your name
You’ve found another house to haunt with morning terror blues
Is it wrong? Is it wrong?
I tell myself alone what I have known there all along
Here’s the woman inside me who cries when I am there
There’s the dream I had of you, the dream that set me free
Work is there on Monday, and on Friday it’s not gone
The woman in the mirror is waiting there for me
Is it wrong? Is it wrong?
Whenever I get down, another high will come along
Warm me with my daydream, with your whispers left behind
And I won’t have to choose between the tears fall’n from my eyes
The rules can be no better than the lies from whence they came
I left you just so I could mourn the sweetness of your name
Now I’m gone, now I’m gone
I chase myself in a dream that I abandon with the dawn
I know that you just told me, could you tell me one more time?
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Side Park Rag
01:21
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Another Time
05:20
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See you smile, then you stop a while
And now you’re looking fine
dusk is in the hall up against the wall
We’ll try another time
When you say you’re fine, I know you’re lying
But the quiet keeps you warm
Then the chills come out of nowhere
Run my fingers down your arm
You knew what it means to miss New Orleans
As you put your hand in mine
You knew we’d stay in Chicago
Katrina was another time
Walked our families through the Quarter
Got married at Jackson Square
No we cannot stay, but just for today
The swamp is in the air
See you smile, then you stop a while
And now you’re looking fine
Shadows in the hall up against the wall
We’ll try another time
Hear me sigh my lover's alibi
As I step into the room
Will you come to bed or stay with the kid instead
And will I see you soon?
When you say you’re fine, I know you’re lying
But the quiet keeps you warm
Then the chills come out of nowhere
Run my fingers down your arm
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I love the music but I hate the scene
Please don’t ask me where I’ve been
I played a show, but you just don’t know
And I don’t play for free
Standing in a circle, sitting at the bar
Some people talking some are staring hard
It made your night, well now that’s alright
Now could you help me please
And when you see the people walking home
Your thoughts will follow them after they’re gone
You could be high until the morning brings you down (down)
I’m smiling heavy and I shake your hand
About as high as I have ever been
We split the bill, and the cash is nil
But it’s good to be seen
When the music’s there to get you high
People wanna come on for the ride
Hear me play then you walk away
Til the band comes back again
And when you see the people walking on
Your thoughts will follow them into their homes
You could be high until the morning/daylight brings you down
Pay me when I get up off the stand
I’m out the door when money changes hands
The hit was good, but if I could
I’d be home right away
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Alex Wing Chicago, Illinois
Musician and educator living in Chicago. Free improvisation, jazz, punk, metal, middle eastern music, musique concrete, etc.
Plays with People In Trouble, Lua, David Boykin, Nicole Mitchell, Magic Carpet, Shanta Nurullah's Sitarsys, Hanah Jon Taylor, Avreeayl Ra, Wanees Zarour, and many more.
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