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Take off your shoes
Open the gin
Too late to sleep
Too early to sin
The 20th floor makes the curtains grin
And the city folk revere us as kings
The shimmering lights
Have been humbled below
Tangled in steel
With an ethereal glow
The merchants downstairs don't seem to know
Of the fortunes that their suffering brings
And We'll lie, and we'll cheat
And we'll steal, and we'll love it
And in time, you'll learn
That there's no one to trust
There's no heroes, no angels,
No saints, no justice
The universe is ours
God don't have a thing on us
Look at your face
There's blood in your eye
Go rest your head
And all your worries will die
Give me the keys to the castle and I
Will surely hold your legend in place
The dawn is so close
It's creeping within
And all of the lights
Have been dimmed by the gin
Your flame has gone out at the drop of a pin
The cause of which will never be traced
And we'll lie, and we'll cheat
And we'll steal, and we'll love it
And in time, you'll learn
That there's no one to trust
There's no heroes, no angels,
No saints, no justice
The universe is ours
God don't have a thing on us
It's a beautiful and untouchable
Kind of world we live
We're capable of the unthinkable
And the power that it gives
We're that indelible force
That nature resists
And it's just a matter of time
Before another one enlists
And we'll lie, and we'll cheat
And we'll steal, and we'll love it
And in time, you'll learn
That there's no one to trust
There's no heroes, no angels,
No saints, no justice
The universe is ours
God don't have a thing on us
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2. |
Temptation
03:12
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I'm throwing stones in a house of mirrors
My sky is raining with the angels tears
I cleaned the house, I fooled them twice
Then slipped through the glass floor of paradise
Paid off the bellhop at heavens gate
Cut the fingers off the hands of fate
I hauled my load like a loaded di
The earth is crooked and so am I
Ooh Temptation
I feel the heat creeping through the floor
Ooh Temptation
The devil's knocking at my door
The devil's knocking at my door
My time is up the future's moving in
Can't hide the sun from a blind man's skin
Drop me at Hades I can walk from here
My prayers have fallen on cold dead ears
Ooh Temptation
I feel the heat creeping through the floor
Ooh Temptation
The devil's knocking at my door
The devil's knocking at my door
My soul is crying
I'm in as far as I can bare
And for my crimes
I might just die a millionaire
Let the gods look down and see
The canvas of the world is painted red because of me
Stitch my sins up into the seams
With broken promises and sleepless dreams
Tell the preacher not to preach a thing
I'm just a tune that the devil sings
Ooh Temptation
I feel the heat creeping through the floor
Ooh Temptation
The devil's knocking at my door
The devil's knocking at my door
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She dreams in Black and White
She's got a photo booth smile
And a Coney Island ring she wears
to bring up better days
It's a feverish night
There's no end in sight
Say goodbye to the present
The past can stay
She's a smoke ring in the sky
A mist above the wave
Not close enough to kiss
but always close enough to crave
Salt water in my mind
Heal the wound of time
All those hours spent
Someone's got to pay
I'll pull my collar high
Amidst this rainy sky
And say goodbye to the present
The past can stay
She's a flicker in the moonlight
A shadow in the sand
Swimming with the coral reef
and throwing out her hand
She dreams in Black and White
She's got a photo booth smile
And a Coney Island ring she wears
to bring up better days
It's a feverish night
There's no end in sight
Say goodbye to the present
The past can stay
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4. |
Treat Yourself
03:17
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"Time has been killing me" the jeweler mutters with a grin
He keeps dialing back his platinum watch to find where the hands begin
The hostess at the bar figures him crazy at best
Throws him one more red stripe to put his ass to rest
Well the stock broker barges in, he's looking cynical and vain
He's got a pocket full of fresh bills and his liver is sprained
Just a couple martinis and he's spillin' 'bout his wife
He's says things like, "I'm a heart attack away from the rest of my life"
Go on and treat yourself
Go on and treat yourself
Go on and treat yourself
The doctor is out, there's nowhere to be but here
Well the Mafioso's wife has been laughing like a dog
She's got no depth perception, like playing darts through the fog
She's hollering at the chinamen at the VIP booth
They don't know how to be scared gripping the fruits of their youth
And the sheriff heaves a sigh at the vandalized arcade
Seems that Dylan's lyrics might have been construed the wrong way
But he doesn't care to learn the behavior of his city
He's off the clock now reeking of Long Island's and pity
Go on and treat yourself
Go on and treat yourself
Go on and treat yourself
The doctor is out, there's nowhere to be but here
And the neon plastered signs have stained the basement walls
And upstairs the hotel's soaking up those sudden distant calls
And the piano's always playing
And the musicians are for hire
Come inside we'll light the liquor and the instincts on fire
Never mind the red shame and the muscles and the crime
Just a little dose a break neck will make everything shine
And This place won't be forgotten 'till the dirt hits your eyes
And the hostess makes the last call to the ashes and the flies
Go on and treat yourself
Go on and treat yourself
Go on and treat yourself
The doctor is out, there's nowhere to be but here
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5. |
Moments Like This
03:14
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Another pair of Wandering eyes for me
As we dance the silky skies between our glances
And suffer through the Fire to take our Chances
There’s no place like the Present when your faced
With the likings of a Universal feeling
And a Moment behind the crowd you both are stealing
And though we’re both strangers just stirring the Flame
You look in my eyes and You see we’re the Same
And though this Possession will not long exist
We live for Moments like this
A colony of Ants below my feet
and the midnight grass always smells much sweeter
And my head is lost the second that I see her
The wind has never moved this way before
Perfectly in rhythm to our motions
Like a school of fish dancing with the ocean
And though we’re both strangers just stirring the flame
You look in my eyes and you see we’re the Same
And though this Possession will not long exist
We live for Moments like this
And we’ll try to stretch the time about as far as it will go
And pay no attention to what what the hour hand shows
The future is a lonely place it's not for you and me
Nothing else to do
Nowhere else to be
She holds within her hand a single Coin
And she kisses me with no intention showing
If she’s coming back or where it is she’s going
And though we’re both strangers just stirring the flame
You look in my eyes and you see we’re the Same
And though this possession will not long exist
We live for Moments like this
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6. |
Let It Ride
02:25
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Born in the lowlands
Guilty side of town
Where the whiskey stains the river
and the trees are pointing down
Mama's in the backseat
Daddy's looking fried
Let it Ride, Let it Ride, Let it Ride
Raised on a shoestring
Taught how to steal
God never folds
but the devil always deals
Follow the chalk line
Until you get inside
and Let it Ride, Let it Ride, Let it Ride
And I don't care which way the wind blows
Somebody sweep me with the tide
Don't take an oar to make this boat row
Just let it Ride, Let it Ride
In flows the money
Out pour the lies
Throw in your line
and the ocean will supply
Got a tackle 'round my finger
For when I'm caught and tried
Let it Ride, Let it Ride, Let it Ride
And I don't care which way the wind blows
Somebody sweep me with the tide
Don't take an oar to make this boat row
Just let it Ride, Let it Ride
I met the prophet
Up on the hill
He said, "There's just one cure for this life
and you don't fit the bill!"
He said, "You better keep on running,
you better shoot to kill!"
And let it Ride, Let it Ride, Let it Ride
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7. |
Clean As A Child
02:34
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Oh please sir, open up the gate and let me through
My name they must've just missed on the list I swear it's true
Please stay, we can straighten all this out with your support
The saints will be here soon to plead my case before the court
Surely you would understand
What it's like to be a man
Some call me filthy
Some call me vile
But on the inside I'm,
Clean as a child
I know, I've caused a little trouble here and there
But that's all in the past now I'm as gentle as a hare
Oh sure, my record may appear a little cruel
But I testify I just was not informed of all the rules
I'm a decent soul I swear
I'm not like those fools down there
Some call me filthy
Some call me vile
But on the inside I'm,
Clean as a child
There was that scuffle with the bookie
in the gambling arcade
And those California binges,
and those bills we never paid
And hypnotic Melissa
with her felonious grin
To the crimes that have occurred
I plead Original sin
Sure we've all made some mistakes
But I'm the apple, not the snake
Some call me filthy
Some call me vile
But on the inside I'm
Clean as a child
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8. |
Malefactor's Ride
03:32
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Ten feet from the tarmac
Can see the Caribbean from here
Take another glance back
Customs just put me in the clear
Running on a whiskey fever
The oxygen is thick
Under the seat lies my salvation
Gonna strike a vain this time, gonna make it stick
The Atlantic Sea is laughing
It's washing away my sins
As I wave goodbye to the urban sky
And can let the end begin
Seventeen accounts of larceny
Twenty three search and seizures
My past is rattling out of the fuselage
Sometimes life brings a turbulent leisure
Lived a Rumplstiltskin survival
No one ever learned my name
I wear a hunchback of all things useless
And all things valuable
The things no one ever claims
The Atlantic Sea is laughing
It's washing away my sins
As I wave goodbye to the urban sky
I can let the end begin
Don't no one have to wheel that barrel
I'll bury my soul on my own
With a jackhammer and some opiates
I'll be mining the devil's throne
These concealed chains will not stop me
Have only white blood to bleed
I'll carry myself on a preacher's time
And cut lines with the infallible breed
The Atlantic Sea is laughing
It's washing away my sins
As I wave goodbye to the urban sky
I can let the end begin
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9. |
Wrong Side Of The Bed
03:42
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Once again it's almost Dawn
I don't want to go to sleep
I'm busy thinking of the memories
I don't want to keep
All I want to do right now
Is forget everything she said
'Cause every time I fall asleep I,
Wake up on the wrong side of the bed
Once again it's almost noon
I don't want to go to work
Let some other poor chump
Play the role of the lonely clerk
All I want to do right now
Is forget all the words she said
'Cause every time I fall asleep I,
Wake up on the wrong side of the bed
Once again it's almost midnight
Can't sleep a wink
I take a trip to the local bar
And get myself a drink
When I get home my chainsaw's waiting there
And my eyes are red
I take that saw right down the middle
And throw out her side of the bed
'Cause every time I fall asleep I,
Wake up on the wrong side of the bed
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10. |
Method
01:10
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Instrumental
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11. |
Your Wonderland
03:56
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There's a beast in your head
He's been making up your bed for the future
It's a one way ride
And he's a one way man
He's gonna take all your bad dreams
Throw' em in a tin pipe and smoke 'em
And when the cold wind comes
You gotta take his hand
Because you just can't stop,
Cant stop your wonderland
Because you just can't stop,
Cant stop your wonderland
Never mind where he goes
It's a slow trip and you're no longer driving
You could learn to fall
You couldn't learn to land
And you just can't stop,
Can't stop your wonderland
And you just can't stop,
Can't stop your wonderland
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Ryan Wayland Nashville, Tennessee
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Ryan is originally from Los Angeles, California, a graduate of Hollywood’s Musicians Institute in the field of music production, recording and songwriting. His lyrical style has been influenced by many of the urban street poets and iconoclasts of the early beatnik generation and on up to the 60's and 70's.
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