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Into the light
03:45
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INTO THE LIGHT
First time I saw her she leaned back and smiled
Then we stood so close
Together, we felt tall
Then the room disappeared
The way she thoughtfully tasted my name
For the first time
I followed every word
From mouth to ear
Eyes without shadows, blues turning bright
We’re drawn to each other
And into the light
A small window in time
Suddenly opening
Where by chance it’s just you and her
Together, at the same place
Eyes without shadows, blues turning bright…
The feeling when I turned around
She was still smiling at me
I need to get close to her warm belief
I thought I saw her from across the street
She was on the inside
Her back towards the window
Then she turned my way
But her face looked different somehow
I wasn’t sure it was her
With all those people around
So I walked away
Eyes without shadows, blues turning bright…
The feeling when I turned around…
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THROUGH THE ALLEYS, ACROSS THE SQUARES
The empty stillness of a train return ride
Inactivity is activity too
There’s always some kid watching you from the corner of his eye
I see windows closing, hours grow
I’m going out tonight
Through the alleys, across the squares
To find out what is left
Walking the streets till there’s no one around
Autumn’s over and there’s little there
Feeling flat and like the substance is gone
Thoughts are cold and I long to care
I’m going out tonight…
Easy Living and Blue Gardenia
Side by side on my turntable
Worlds apart and I’ve tasted both
I turn events around till I can’t stay there
I’m going out tonight
Through the alleys, across the squares
To find out what is left
They were singing about love and passion rich as wine
And somewhere else to go
You might get visitors but you dream alone
I woke up wanting what I shouldn’t miss
Now I should trust when eyes land and lock
And it feels like coming home
I’m going out tonight…
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As real as in a dream
05:40
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AS REAL AS IN A DREAM
Arriving late afternoon
The boat is crossing the lagoon
I was waiting for a new age to come find me
Behind ancient walls
Colored like wet desert sand
Out on the terrace at midnight I heard the bells toll
We float between the buildings now
As real as in a dream
The lights glow dim as they flicker on
We were lost on narrow streets
Set on leaving something worth
While moving towards invisibility
And being here I did get deep into it
Almost too restless
To sink in and enjoy
I was looking for something as good as longing for it
We float between the buildings now…
Stranded nights and broken games
It was a time of darkening skies
And decency was needed from those who have it
We’re all in our own
And I was moving on in mine
But some hands were held out instead of passing
Is it just nothing
The aching loss of not being there
All the things you can no longer do
Is there just a void
The lacking throb of not being part of time
Or somewhere else to go
We float between the buildings now…
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NOTHING MORE WILL COME OUT OF THIS
Walking back from where I’ve been
On my way there my hopes grew stronger
The streets the same as when I came
But I don’t dream any longer
It will be faded in the morning
And nothing more will come out of this
Will it be choked before it sparkles
Will it wilt before it blooms
Will it not glow before it darkens
Will it dry out far too soon
It will be faded in the morning
And nothing more will come out of this
It will be bleaker in the morning
And nothing more will come out of this
Woke something slumbering for long
But just a glimpse and then it’s gone
But to go back to how it was
I will have less than what I lost
It will be faded in the morning…
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Write me off
02:56
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WRITE ME OFF
I don’t want to be on your waiting list tonight
I don’t want to be on your waiting list tonight
Write me off
I don’t want to get caught in your stairwell tonight
I don’t want to get cold in your stairwell tonight
Write me off
I don’t want to be on your waiting list tonight
I don’t want to be on your waiting list tonight
I don’t want to answer your phone calls I don’t want to hear your voice
I don’t want to hear you call me all those funny sounding names
I don’t want to be on your waiting list tonight
Write me off
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Waiting
03:58
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WAITING
Did you enjoy it while you could
Did you know if it was good
Did you taste it well enough
Not to miss it when it’s lost
To see your sad face in the light
Surround your heavy silvery eyes
Are the days left for you too long
Between what you’ll have and what is gone
Now you’re waiting
Did you mean it when you said
I’m glad you’re with me here instead
Your voice was soft but your grip hard
Around the things you tried to guard
Will you be there if I give
What I say and what I hint
From my solitude and my time
And my most cautious lines
Now you’re waiting
Hearing your voice on my phone
Saying your name next to mine
Being careful anyway
Cause until it’s our time
We’ll be waiting
We’ll keep on waiting
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Tangier
05:26
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TANGIER
She got her suitcase ready, recognized the station
And got off the train
She walked along the water, young boys looking
As the sun came up behind Spain
She climbed the steep stone stairs up to the hotel
She got her old room it didn’t look the same
The restaurant’s empty like it never used to be
All those American writers she used to see
Walking the narrow alleys up the hill
Getting lost as she liked to do
Having a rest up there, resisting the urge
Of just letting her days go
He’d been down to the Gran Café
To try to settle his affairs
Now back at the Fuentes he talked to the waiter
Took his table upstairs
He put away the mint tea and when gazing to the right
Walking on to the square he couldn’t believe his eyes
He got up from his chair, stood against the rail
Leaned over and softly called her name
Finally meeting again after all these years
She held him close, whispered “my dear”, as her eyes welled up
But this won’t be the time, as it never was
For them to leave together
They found a backroom where they could talk
They sat close together but there was little to say
When he was free, she was not
When he got back, she was lost
But when they did meet it was like the world stopped
They could be inside it, but never for long
So years went on and then were gone
He said “I knew someday you’d come”
Finally meeting again after all this time
She held him close, whispered his name, as her eyes welled up
But this won’t be the time, as it never was
For them to leave together
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WHEN EARLY ENDS AND LATE BEGINS
I’m watching the rain
I’m watching the clock
You said you’d be home early but on my door no knocks
I wonder when early ends and late begins
I’ve been reading the same lines again and again
While my mind keeps picturing
Your absent face
Wondering when early ends and late begins
I’ve been setting the clock back to help you out
But I realize though, you may not care about that
I try not to think of where you are
Are you alright?
Are you in a bar?
I wonder when early ends and late begins
Everywhere I look I see where you’re not
I thought I heard you before, I waited
Then some other door shut
Then I hear your steps I hear you by the door
I turn around
Let the lights down low
Knowing when early ends and late begins
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Was that all?
05:03
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WAS THAT ALL?
Time overtakes you and you know that never again
Will you be that untouched and unseen
The pieces come together and the mysteries dissolve
What once seemed infinite becomes reality
You had heard the whispers
Through all the years that passed
What it would be like
Before and afterwards
Then you wake up in the morning
And it’s quiet and it is cold
And you ask into the void
Was that all?
You were never one of the closest
But neither that far away
And where you didn’t go
Your voice had already been
Your dreams were always splendid
But you woke up like a regular man
And you walked the longest roads you’d ever seen
Did you lose your longing
Did you lose your defeat
Did you lose your waiting
When you finally found your way there
Then you wake up in the morning
And it’s quiet and it is cold
And you ask into the void
Was that all?
You filled your cup to the brim
Then quickly you drank it down
But you were too excited to get the taste
Have you got someone there waiting
Who wonders what it is like
Don’t tell it all if you want it to remain
Far, far in it mellowed
When you taught yourself how
You found your way in to live
And you didn’t want to know the way out
Then you wake up in the morning
And it’s quiet and it is cold
And you ask into the void
Was that all?
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New York City Revisited
03:59
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NEW YORK CITY REVISITED
Cold gray Thanksgiving afternoon
Snow’s coming down heavy and wet
Dogs give me suffering glances
Longing to be inside again
Many years later, Second Avenue
Time didn’t leave you behind
I fly in and I am here
The whole city’s my madeleine cake
Walking around in my youth
With new bars added
Looking for Lakeside, Luna Lounge and
Where Dan Lynch’s used to be
Walking down Lexington to Old Town Bar
It’s there and the jukebox is free
Maybe it’s not over it’s just changing
Like it’s always been
As night falls young people getting ready
For a night that will be something they’ve never seen
Went to thrift shops all day
In the dark and damp I walked home
I am here but I don’t belong
Like I used to do
In dreams I am often here
But always just about to leave
Time is running out and I’m looking for places
But they’re not where they used to be
Time is running out and I’m looking for places
Things look different to me
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Stellan Wahlstrom Drift Band Stockholm, Sweden
Modern big-city folk rock from Swedish singer-songwriter Stellan Wahlström, fomerly a member ot The Wylde Mammoths (Crypt Records).
The new album "As real as in a dream" is now released!
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