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Love, I Guess
03:17
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Love, I Guess
(written by Grant Davidson)
We all want to be heard
I’m tired of playing the game
I hear you’re running around
I’ve been doing the same
You hit my heart like a drum
And spun me out of control
And if you’re gunning for love
I don’t wanna know
You’ve got the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen
If it feels like love, it must have been
If there’s a hole where your heart was kept
They call that love, I guess
Remember Mikey and June
Before they broke up, I guess
You made me promise you then
That wouldn’t be us
We drew a line in the sand
Made our innocent claims
Somethings you can’t understand
There’s no one to blame
You’ve got the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen
If it feels like love, it must have been
If there’s a hole where your heart was kept
They call that love, I guess
Take a little breath
Hold your fire and count to ten
I’ll always love you just the same
Broken promises
Stones thrown in self-defence
That’s just the way this story goes
I’ve had a new girl or two
One’s who treated me right
They struck my heart with matches
It wouldn’t light
You’ve got the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen
If it feels like love, it must have been
If there’s a hole where your heart was kept
They call that love, I guess
They call that love, I guess
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2. |
Not All Roses
03:12
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Not All Roses
(by Grant Davidson)
We wandered through a meadow wild in spring
Waking slowly from another dream
Every morning brought another bird to sing
And the daisies bloomed without asking
And as the days grew longer one by one
I picked some flowers and I brought them home
Soon all the irises and daffodils had grown
But the roses wouldn’t blossom
I knew you well, well I thought I did
I couldn’t tell
When the seasons changed their devotion
All the pedals fell
Now I know not all roses care to open
We came together like a ball and chain
Hung our hearts out on the weathervane
When the fall winds turned our passions into pain
The walls all came down crashing
I knew you well, well I thought I did
I couldn’t tell
When the seasons changed their devotion
All the pedals fell
Now I know not all roses care to open
I lie awake and watch the shadows move
On the walls inside my little room
Each one dancing in the passage of the moon
Through the willow outside weeping
I knew you well, well I thought I did
I couldn’t tell
When the seasons played with our emotions
All the pedals fell
Now I know how to say farewell
Now I know not all roses care to open
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3. |
Feel it Too
02:50
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Feel It Too
(Written by Grant Davidson)
I want to make you feel
And I want to feel it too
All of your lovers wrapped under covers
Hoping to feel brand new
Wake when the morning comes
Hoping it all comes true
All of my woes are drops in the ocean
Turning the water blue
I wanna hear you sing
And I wanna sing it too
All of the songs I learned from my mother
Humming them out of tune
I wanna lover, I want another
Someone to get me through
Take what you want but don’t leave me lonely
I wanna be renewed
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4. |
Losing My Mind
03:36
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Losing My Mind
(Written by Grant Davidson)
I’m losing my mind
Every wave on the ocean breaks
Sometime
I’m in need of a warm embrace
Look at you
I’m looking at you like I used to
I’m walking away
Like I did every goddamn time
What’s to say?
Save your words for the firing line
Look at you
You’re looking at me like you used to
On a boat that’s barely floating, I can’t get off
And the band’s still outside smoking, they’ve played enough
On a wave that keeps on rolling on, on
I’m fading away
Every night with a falling sun
What a day
Hope tomorrow’s another one
To look at you
To look at you like the first time
On a boat that’s barely floating, I can’t get off
And the band’s still outside smoking, they’ve played it all
And this wave just keeps on rolling on, on
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5. |
Holiday
02:55
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Holiday
(Written by Grant Davidson)
Take me on a holiday
I could use a getaway
Somewhere on the edge of the world
Never had a rat in the race
But sometimes I just can’t take
This rush and all the noise
Picture where you wanna be
Maybe you could come with me
Lose your worries out in the sun
Time to get a piece of the pie
I’m loosening my clip-on tie
There’s blue skies overhead
Take me on a holiday
Find some place to hideaway
Can’t sit still
They’re pulling on all sides
I can’t feel anymore
Is it just a fantasy?
This is where I’m meant to be
Sitting at the back of the bus
Feeling like a cat in a well
Someone better ring that bell
I hear the siren’s call
Take me on a holiday
Find some place to hideaway
Take me on a holiday
Find someplace, we’ll runaway
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6. |
Drying in the Sun
03:32
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Drying in the Sun
(Written by Grant Davidson)
Tell me nothing’s wrong
Well maybe nothing’s right
All those little bugs
Flicker in the light
And all at once I knew
That you’d understand
Some things never change
Somethings never can
And all the words I wrote
Letters in the sand
Footprints on the rug
A message in the wind
Pockets full of thread
A finger poking through
Everything I have
I hold it up to you
A heart that’s full of song
A head that’s full of doubt
A tune to hum along
And words I can’t make out
And outside in the yard
Laundry’s almost done
It’s swinging on a line
Drying in the sun
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7. |
About Your Love
02:33
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About Your Love
(written by Grant Davidson)
Ya you always got the best of me
But you’ll never get the rest of me
I know you’re good at making what you will
I feel a loneliness I can’t conceal
When I listen to the radio
Every other song is one you know
I turn it down because it makes me sad
I sing along because I like the band
In my mind, all the time
I’m thinking about your love, oh my heart aches
Every night that goes by
I’m thinking about your love, thinking about your love
I’m sick of hearing all the bad advice
Some ghosts will haunt you almost every night
I think I’d better to take a holiday
Take some time to just get away
I’m tired of waiting for this world to change
Every day is drifting out of range
I wanna wake up to a different sky
Name a star that I don’t recognize
In my mind, all the time
I’m thinking about your love, oh my heart aches
Every night that goes by
I’m thinking about your love, thinking about your love
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8. |
Did It Again
04:40
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Did It Again
(Written by Grant Davidson)
I sit here at a streetlight blinking, turning to red
Thinking what I could be thinking, if it were only that easy
I listen for a heart that’s beating all on its own
I sometimes have a hard time breathing then it’s gone
You did it again, you did it again, you did it again
Are you kidding me?
You did it again, you did it again, you did it again
Yeah you’re killing me
I can feel the weight come falling, settling down
Could have been a different calling, yeah you said it yourself
I can read the writing, it’s all over the wall
You said it was the last time last time, that’s all
You did it again, you did it again, you did it again
Are you kidding me?
You did it again, you did it again, you did it again
Yeah you’re killing me
You did it again, you did it again, you did it again
Are you kidding me?
You did it again, you did it again, you did it again
Yeah you’re killing me
You did it again, you did it again, you did it again
Are you kidding me?
You did it again, you did it again, you did it again
Yeah you’re killing me
(Stream of consciousness words and partial words)
I was at a streetlight blinking
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9. |
Stick Around
03:36
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Stick Around
(Written by Grant Davidson)
Well the gate’s got a broken latch
A roof that needs another patch
When I close the door, I might not come back
I’ll fade away
And if I’ve lost what I hoped to find
Hit the light on the closing sign
I’d trade it all for a clever rhyme
Stick around, if you have the time
I turn the clock ‘cause I couldn’t sleep
Window’s up just to feel the breeze
I hear a moth scratching at the screen
I float away
Here I wait for the coming storm
I wait for nothing and nothing comes
I won’t bore you with what went wrong
I wrote it down in another song
I look ahead, more hills to climb
I come up short almost every time
In a winter coat with a nursery rhyme
I hide away
I held your hand and you held the door
Is this place worth fighting for?
I want it all and a little more
Stick around
I watch the wind move across the lawn
I look around but the feeling’s gone
I’d lose my head if it weren’t held on
Stick around
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10. |
Boredom
02:33
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Boredom
(Written by Grant Davidson)
In the morning I enjoy having nothing to do. I like to spend my time by pondering how to use it. Maybe every child is born an artist but it seems to me we can no more hold on to that piece of ourselves than we can to childhood. I’m not saying there’s a net loss, necessarily. It just seems that the inescapable experience of a time moving only forward nevertheless shapes who we are in all ways imaginable and otherwise.
There’s a feeling of endless possibility that I associate with my younger self; an artifact no doubt of being raised under middle-class fantasies. As a child, I kept an old cookie tin full of coins in the back of my sock drawer. It had an idyllic painting on the lid: A New England farmhouse; kids playing on the lawn; farmer, oxen and plow working the field; that kind of thing.
I would hold up a handful of my imagined riches and feel the cold weight of the coins jangle through the cracks between my fingers. It was easy to be rich then in the quiet of my bedroom. Now the alchemy of turning nickels into gold is lost to me, lost to time. Maybe the full bloom of that secret still grows somewhere in a scrub garden along the backside of that New England farmhouse, portrayed I wonder, under the shadow of some other sleeping kid’s dresser drawer.
This year I turned forty. I know that some secrets need the pressure of an absence to unfold. Some never do. I’m feeling my own pressure. Some mornings I find myself trying to hold up time; to feel each second slip one by one between my fingers like those old coins.
I hope by some crude combination of greed and generosity I can save a little time, maybe just by noticing it. Eventually perhaps I could fill another tin. I hope one day to know a fortune of boredom, where in my richest hour I can lie half asleep, one eye open to the light of a crumbling sun looking in, me looking out, and know I didn’t dream too little.
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Slow Leaves Winnipeg, Manitoba
Grant Davidson, known professionally as Slow Leaves, is a Canadian singer, songwriter, and musician. His music could exist as comfortably in the ‘70s as it does in today’s age of curated images and hollow soundbites, when vulnerability can be seen as defiance and sincerity as radical. ... more
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