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Marrakech
04:50
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Ages ago I met a ghost flying across the sea.
Lost in a rhyme rhythm sublime.
Do gods really speak?
Wave the ribbon, a thousand voices strong.
Wave the ribbon, a thousand voices long.
Echoing rain filling the frame, sinking low beneath
a curtain of clouds, deepening south.
Bones will not cease.
Wave the ribbon, a thousand voices strong.
Wave the ribbon, a thousand voices long.
The truth is aloud, wasted in the lie.
Prayers ring out, hastened lullaby.
Wave the ribbon to your heart’s delight.
All that’s given only you deny.
Phrasing of time steeps in the mind.
Colors won’t repeat.
Blink of an eye, scattering light before the golden seas.
Wave the ribbon, a thousand voices strong.
Wave the ribbon, a thousand voices long.
Wave the ribbon, a thousand voices gone.
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The Train
03:23
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Always will I remember you like this.
Summer's bliss upon your lips.
Standing in the haze of your wildflower gaze.
All we have is the engine of time.
Conductor strolls down the aisle.
Ticket's blank, destination unknown.
Ain't got nothing against saint peter.
Hell only knows if I’ll meet her.
But if I do, I’ll pull out a smoke and ask her for a light.
(A) picture's worth a thousand rhymes.
If you ain't the painter, you ain't got a dime.
Living ain't easy for those who don't put up a fight.
Ain't got nothing against saint peter.
Hell only knows if I’ll meet her.
But if I do, I’ll lean in real close and offer to stay the night.
Some take the road while others follow the path.
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She's the One
02:31
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Lord, it's been a long time since I felt love in my arms.
Is it right?
Is it wrong?
Is she the one?
Looking all of my life?
Searched the world over for truth and light.
Am I right?
Am I wrong?
Is she the one?
Is she the one that holds me tight as we make love, draped in candlelight?
Is she the one for whom I'll die without blinking an eye?
It's been a long while since I felt love in a smile.
I hope I'm right.
I hope I'm wrong.
She's the one.
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Bonita
03:05
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I'd trade it all for one more dance with you.
To see your eyes sparkle their Mexican brown in my blue.
You went away before I could say, "I do."
Your heart was broken by words I had spoken, in anger, not meant for you.
On my heart I will tattoo, "Bonita, I love you."
You were my queen, I was obscene and obtuse.
I untied the knot and managed to fasten the noose.
I was so scared, quite unprepared for you.
I took our love lightly, the scene was unsightly, and now I'm here singing the blues.
On my heart I will tattoo, "Bonita, I love you."
Ooh...
I tried and tried to let you go.
But my heart cannot refrain.
They say time takes to heal the soul.
Until then I'll stoke the flame.
Next time the wind blows open your window and I'll sing to you
and ask for the chance to take your hand and dance with you under the moon.
And feel our hearts renewed as two lovers in tune.
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Colors
04:12
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Every sound has a color when she closes her eyes.
Her lonely beauty whispers tears in the sky.
She embraces the darkness, sees through all the lies.
Every sound has a color when she closes her eyes.
She don't ever give up.
She never gives in.
She don't want forgiveness for all her sins.
She don't take it for granted, the things we all must hide.
She can see all the colors of the sounds in your eyes.
In between the silence of the words you cannot find.
She already knows the meaning before you even try.
She don't ever give up.
She never gives in.
She don't want forgiveness for all her sins.
Decorations on the inside dull without the shine.
Dull without the shine.
Stolen hearts return in their time,
Leaving scars left to remind so she will know survivors grow.
There's pride in her laughter as her colors begin to shine.
She concedes each disaster like a boxer counts to nine.
She holds all the aces while your cards are flush with pride.
she lets you think you're winning when hope has all but died.
She don't ever give up.
She never gives in.
She don't want forgiveness for all her sins.
Decorations on the inside dull without the shine.
Dull without the shine.
Stolen hearts return in their time,
Leaving scars left to remind so she will know survivors grow.
As the love inside her grows.
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Looking Glass
02:44
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Hey kid, can we have a little smile?
I'd like to freeze this moment for a while.
Let's go upstairs and drink all your perfume.
Throw our inhibitions around the room.
Tussled hair.
Unbuttoned blouse.
Gentle hands scream out loud.
I don't know if I love you.
But my soul surely will.
(Let's) light a smoke and celebrate the night.
Heavy lids driftin’ out of sight.
I dream of her while you dream of him.
Awaken to the tide rushing in.
Tussled hair.
Silent mouths.
Guilty hands scream out loud.
I don't know if I love you.
But my soul surely will.
Lives are not broken when no one’s to blame.
Ahh, the golden rule.
The tempest ends, as does our sweet refrain.
Return to separate lives once again.
Nothing lasts forever but the past.
(And) moments frozen in the looking glass.
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Eau Claire Fou
05:40
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Pulling on my heartstrings, land of blue and gold.
Memories blowing to the east, stifled by the cold.
Piece of me held on tight (like a) scarecrow in the wind.
Hoping I can find a way (to) return to you again.
(I) wish there weren't a space between us.
Two thousand miles of dusty road.
Hollywood, sweet companion.
Darling, hold me close 'til I go home.
The lonely breeze of autumn whispers in the trees.
Shivering grin held within, colors begin to cede.
Black and white horizon howls a mighty roar.
Time to spin my wheels again to sunny western shores.
(I) wish there weren't a space between us.
Two thousand miles of dusty road.
Hollywood, sweet companion.
Darling, hold me close 'til I go home.
(I) never told you goodbye.
You didn't beg, plead or cry all those years ago.
Laughing like a fool.
Deep inside you knew I'd be coming back to you.
Motor keeps on humming, avalanche subsides.
Southern bound, windows down, spring begins to smile.
Winter in the rear view releases dying breath.
Fields of green yield the seeds of wishes we have kept.
(I) wish there weren't a space between us.
Two thousand miles of dusty road.
Hollywood, sweet companion.
Darling, hold me close 'til I go home.
Crazy love...
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Searchin'
04:53
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It seems every wintertime
I dream about romance and European streets
(and) holding someone's gentle hand
(and) laying my lips on her soft rosy cheeks.
Searchin' for a woman who maybe has never been born.
Searchin' for so long. I'm weary, my feet are worn.
If you're out there, I hope you find me.
Is love a myth or a tragic deception?
Falsely giving hope to a lonesome obsession.
I don't know about you but that's too bleak for me.
Hopeless romantic I happen to be.
Searchin' for a woman who maybe has never been born.
Searchin' for so long. I'm weary. My feet are worn.
If you're out there, I hope you find me.
Love is everywhere.
Why can't I catch it?
Is my net defective?
I've thrown out the line, is it time or is it my perspective?
I know you're out there, I hope you find me.
It's not the answer but the question, you see.
I've been looking out when it's inside of me.
Some people need truth while others believe.
All you need to know is that love sets you free.
Searchin' for a woman who maybe has never been born.
Searchin' for so long. I'm weary. My feet are worn.
If you're out there, I hope you find me.
I know you're out there...
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Get the Hell Outta Here
04:26
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Well, the way things are going
It's been made very clear.
The only thing left to do is get the hell outta here.
When the horses are broken
And your dreams have disappeared
Paint yourself a sunset and get the hell outta here.
No matter where the road takes you.
No matter where it all began.
The good Lord won't forsake you.
The road is your friend.
When the whiskey ain't working.
What she said won't leave your ear.
Your love won't make the phone ring.
She got the hell outta here.
When you're past the point of trying.
And your dreams have disappeared.
The only thing left to do is get the hell outta here.
No matter where the road takes you.
No matter where it all began.
The good Lord won't forsake you.
The road is your friend.
The clouds are whispering.
There's a smile in the wind.
The road keeps on rolling.
Ride until it ends.
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Ben Shaw Los Angeles, California
Ben Shaw is a singer-songwriter splitting his time between Los Angeles and Wisconsin. Ben's music is a song-driven, modern
folk where lyrical melodies are sung with barroom grit, embellished with psychedelic Americana.
In 2016, Ben released the album: "Feet to the Fire."
Ben released Bonita in 2018.
In February 2021, Ben released the single, Quarantine Bridge, a song about Covid-19.
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