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Intro
00:24
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Keep on Rollin' (Live)
04:03
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Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' down the King's Highway
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' 'till you find your way
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' down the King's Highway
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' 'till you find your way
I went down to the clear blue stream
Hey-I-ay-I-ay
Met the woman of my dreams
On that fine day-I-ay
And I ask you, friend
What's a fella to do
When her hair is black
And her eyes are blue
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' down the King's Highway
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' 'till you find your way
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' down the King's Highway
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' 'till you find your way
We walked down by the shimmering seas
Hey-I-ay-I-ay
She laid me down by the redwood trees
On that fine day-I-ay
And I ask you, friend
What's a fella to do
When her hair is black
And her eyes are blue
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' down the King's Highway
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' 'till you find your way
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' down the King's Highway
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' 'till you find your way
We rode up to the mountain top
Hey-I-ay-I-ay
We said our vows and we set up shop
On that fine day-I-ay
And I ask you, friend
What's a fella to do
When her hair is black
And her eyes are blue
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' down the King's Highway
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' 'till you find your way
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' down the King's Highway
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' 'till you find your way
When I woke up, I was all alone
...
With a broken heart and a ticket home
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And I ask you, friend
What's a fella to do
When her hair is black
And her eyes are blue
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' down the King's Highway
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' 'till you find your way
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' down the King's Highway
Keep on rollin' - rollin'
Rollin' 'till you find your way
Copyright 2014 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Well, ain’t that cute? That face that you put on when you’re buying a new suit
Don’t you look so grand? Livin’ all your life with your head stuck in the sand
With your face down in your hands, although you’ve met all their demands
When you realize it’s as shallow as a child’s cooking pan?
Love, she comes and goes - she’ll pinch you like a foxtail stuck in between your toes
My memory corrodes - leaping like a frog to lilies, then sinking like a toad
Like some heavy, heavy load on a steam-train down the road
When the conductor is too slow, but one day, I’ll come and steal you from the blows
The ship’s out on the sea - racing from the waters for it’s mortal chance to flee
Oh! But that ain’t me - I’m running through the cornfield while you burn it to it’s knees
The fire rages up the trees, as the band plays it’s melody
And the sun is sinking down behind the sea
The moon is rising up, and it’s children do appear
One last chance to let go, as you rise above the fear
Now night, she’s here at last - I didn’t know when I awoke that she’d be comin’ here so fast
The text is on the wire, blooming like a rose in Spring, or the road-worn gypsy choir
While the home is blazing fire, and the phone is through the liar
Well, it’s just like that old brazen funeral pyre
Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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The Flood (Live)
03:31
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Tryin' to stay out the way of a massacre
Them bandits are gatherin' up on the hill
Lookin' for you, lookin' for her
Still, it continues, sure as this Earth keeps on turnin'
High water comin' all around and no guarantee you'll win
The mob is runnin' so fast - I can't make the pace
Feels like my soul's evaporated - I can't find a trace
But somehow, I know in you I'll find my salvation
High water comin' all around and no guarantee that you'll win
The flood is comin' - you better make way
I made my preparations - now I've just gotta wait
Standing on top of a levee, and I'm facin'
High water comin' all around and no guarantee that you'll win
Been on the outside of this town so long - I can't recall
Why anyone ever made me believe I couldn't see anything in you at all
You got fake people, fake believin' in their fake religions
High water comin' all around and no guarantee that you'll win
Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Honey, if I could see you, I wouldn't have to cry
Honey, if I could be you, I wouldn't have to die
So many scenes folding over you
So many strings that are holding you
But I ain't gonna run no more
To the fire we stumble for
This desire is humble more
Than any of your swords
You cut like a knife, cry like a hound
We're already gone, I'll see you around
Over and over, time shall endure
Just like me raging, burning, raging, burning love for her
But I ain't gonna run no more
To the fire we stumble for
This desire is humble more
Than any of your swords
I've been to God's house, there ain't nothin' I've found
Except men and women giving too much ground
Surrounded by scattered wind, I run to your feet
Pull me out the fiery ash, and mold me to steel sleet
'Cause I ain't gonna run no more
To the fire we stumble for
This desire is humble more
Than any of your swords
I'm gonna rain down death on my enemies, and my family preserve
Give all those true false believers something they don't even deserve
Grab me my boots, my gun, and my hat
You won't be alone, sweet momma, 'cause you're where my mind's always at
But I ain't gonna run no more
To the fire we stumble for
This desire is humble more
Than any of your swords
That you sheath so well
Run 'em right through me, momma
Send me straight to hell
Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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If I lay it all on the line for you, honey
What do I get in return?
I need to know, before I go
And give up all I've learned
Decomposition, superstition
Just tell me in which you believe
If I lay it all on the line for you, honey
Tell me what it is I receive
If I lay it all on the line for you, honey
When will I be able to sleep?
When will I be forced to jump off this horse
And cease my midnight creep?
It's too late for supper, but in another
Few hours, I'll still be counting sheep
If I lay it all on the line for you, honey
When will I be able to sleep?
If I lay it all on the line for you, honey
When will my sun come to rise?
I try to talk to you about your condition
But all I get are alibis
You got me in chains, but yet I refrain
From steppin' into view of your eyes
If I lay it all on the line for you, honey
Which of us will you despise?
I been runnin' so long,
And the frequency's on the wire
I been runnin' away from this yard
Like a trapeze on fire
If I lay it all on the line for you, honey
When can I take you home?
I'll surrender to you, no more a pretender
I'll steal away your moan
In the bars and rhymes
Just read between the lines
If I lay it all on the line for you, honey
Will it be worth my time?
If I lay it all on the line for you, honey
Who shall decide my fate?
I'll hold onto you, as well as I do
Until I make my ultimate escape
But I'll see you in the ether at the altar of the preacher
Forlorn and at misery's gate
If I lay it all on the line for you, honey
What's the guarantee I won't have to make?
What's the guarantee I won't have to make?
What's the guarantee I won't have to make?
Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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7. |
One Memory (Live)
04:28
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Remember when we used to take turns
Swinging beneath the branch of the old oak tree?
I would push, you would fly
Like serendipity
Oh, I want you
I want you
I want you
To be my one memory
Now Shalimar smolders in the back streets
Those misty streets cascade with the rain
Through closed doorways, I tried to reach you
And right down the stairs you came
Oh, I want you
I want you
I want you
To be my one memory
Golden hair dancing off your cheeks
Silver smile sailing across your face
Didn't have no one to turn to in a land so bleak
But when I was with you, honey, I knew I was in the right place
Oh, I want you
I want you
I want you
To be my one memory
Life ain't forever, honey, that's for sure
It ain't a question of reunion on this eternal road
I understand now what you've had to endure
Are you gonna let me in your heart, or should I just go?
Oh, I want you
I want you
I want you
To be my one memory
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The country doctor told me I better get ready
He stared me down 'till I was crying on the floor
The ghost of Old Susie was sullied and sweaty,
Weeping to herself as she stumbled in through the door.
The undertaker here does every job custom
And right now, he's workin' for free
His lips are a-flappin', whatever shuts 'em
Has got to be a poison strong enough for me.
When the lies I drink taste better than truth, I still seem to walk somehow.
You know I love you, pretty baby, but the Devil has got me now.
Lies, lies, and more lies, today's sermon told me
I guess we're all lucky we don't have to go
Into the arms of the tall man who sold me
And ask him for a dollar after the show.
It's been three more years, the flood hasn't come yet
But we've been standing in line to see it like a picture show
What a relief it would be to see the last sunset
We're all drowning, but we don't know.
All your wailing for love cannot be in vain
Like all the failings of the loyal and the sane.
Pretty Minnie did the Jitterbug on a downtown telephone pole
Sister Lucy and Mother Mary went out for a stroll
It was the Model T, that blessed machine that forced them down cold
One had power, that's all she was, the other, a heart of gold.
Now here I stand at the gallows, and all beside me
Are my kin, my sin, and my bankroll
Two are shallow, one just parades blindly
They all say "have mercy on his soul."
When the lies I drink taste better than truth, I still seem to walk somehow.
You know I love you, pretty baby, but the Devil has got me now.
Copyright © 2014 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Hollywood & Vine (Live)
04:05
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Livin' in the place where Satan dwells
The amount of trouble, no tongue can tell
People on the street are feelin' fine
Livin' on Hollywood & Vine
Hollywood & Vine
Hollywood & Vine
Lord, I wish I woulda stayed away from Hollywood & Vine
Started off livin' in a paradise
So far away from the cats & mice
You can search - there ain't nothin' to find
Livin' on Hollywood & Vine
Hollywood & Vine
Hollywood & Vine
Lord, I wish I woulda stayed away from Hollywood & Vine
Death's watchin' over us, keepin' score
He likes to be asked what the fightin's for
His reply is a laugh, and we're stuck on the line
Livin' on Hollywood & Vine
Hollywood & Vine
Hollywood & Vine
Lord, I wish I woulda stayed away from Hollywood & Vine
Everybody pretending that they're for real
Searchin' around for a soul to steal
Vampire's waitin' on your blood to dine
Livin' on Hollywood & Vine
Lord, I wish I woulda stayed away
I wish I woulda stayed away
I wish I woulda stayed away from Hollywood & Vine
Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Oh, honey, why you gotta be so lonesome
If I could give you wings, you know I'd go and make you fly
But you don't understand - I can't even give you my hand
And I'm just gonna make you cry
I can't stand you up any longer
I ain't gonna make you no stronger
Honey, I'm bein' abused - you got the only soul that I can't see through
Oh - I don't want you
You gonna come up to my balcony
You're gonna want to know what's been wrong with me
I'm sick of this interrogation
You got words to say, just place them down
At my feet at the station
Come help me throw away this stupid mess
Purge it so hard, I don't even want what is left
And I'll find myself in the arms of someone who's succumbed to my charms
But I don't even know, for me what is best
Why are you constantly in my business?
My ship's already out to sea - can't you see this?
You ask me for my countenance - I can't even give you a sentence
Vowels, or consonants
You gonna come up to my balcony
You're gonna want to know what's been wrong with me
I'm sick of this interrogation
You got words to say, just place them down
At my feet at the station
Copyright © 2012 by Nigel Walsh Music
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Nigel Walsh Los Angeles, California
Nigel Walsh is a singer-songwriter from California. After playing piano nearly all his life, he spent his last $100 on a guitar in 2009. Thanks to his showmanship and talent for writing infectious, compelling songs, his performances have prompted comparisons to Bob Dylan, Ray Lamontagne and The Band. Nigel is currently touring to promote his upcoming album "Forces of Nature." ... more
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