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A Long Walk
03:13
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Waiting in the dark time ticks slowly
Stroking strings all along my neck
Whispers coming through the red veil
Those restless feelings now are back
I longed to hear your steps down the hall
Your first clap through silence sounding off the wall
Treading into limelight is all I ever do
Now I’m on my way, I’m on my long walk to you
My long walk to you
Standing back here nothing can be heard
Hoping for that first word to rise
I sing a prayer for my boiling blood
And for the sweat blinding my eyes
Here storytellers long for your faces in the crowd
For perhaps our last chance we could stand tall and proud
For the dreams in the eyes of old souls and new
Yes, I’m on my way, I’m on my long walk to you
My long walk to you
As I’m fading out of time it all just slips away
Tonight my pain and troubles are forbidden here to stay
As I’m walking up the steps to put on my own late night show
It takes just one look and you know
There’s only here there’s only now
There’s only here there’s only now…
Well, I made it through, it’s been a long walk to you
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The Road Tells Stories
03:35
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My tires are torn, the wheel has turned
Since the last time my fuels burned
I needed to go where I needed to be
Ask the dust to tell a story about me
I travelled rocky plains and muddy waters
I drew pictures with the sky’s daughters
I found wisdom in the frontseat of this car
For the road tells stories about who you are
People said you can’t cross the desert that way
You either die or you will go back some day
But I chose the hard way out
Doubt and blame I could do without
I travelled rocky plains and muddy waters
Don’t worry darling we’ll make it across the border
Well I found wisdom in the frontseat of this car
For the road tells stories about who you are
The edges of this car branded by rust
Bruised and battered by unrelenting dust
Even though it seemed foolish I knew what I could do
Park this baby in the valley, next to you
I’ve got to keep on walking
We’ve got to keep keeping on, keeping on, keeping on…
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Nightwalker
03:47
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I’m a nightwalker and I’m roaming ragged roads
Where I’ve gone no one knows
A wayward hero walking the lonely sleepless night
Time moves on beneath moonlight
And so I chase some slowly bygone dream
Of old haunts who never seem
To get closer to my reach because
It’s what a nightwalker does
Well I’m a searcher for time that’s slipped away
Seeking small glories every day
A ramblin’ gambler wandering on the martyrs’ street
Through smoke and mirrors of defeat
At night I’m a prodigal son with no return
Though many miles still left to burn
Before I’m heading home because
That’s what a nightwalker does
It’s what a nightwalker does
Now I’m drawn to the barroom lights
Where only the lonely still remain
I’ll raise my glass to all the writer’s tears
Our ink the blood to ease the pain
I’m an imposter’s dream in a fool’s night’s arcade
Sharpening his pen into a shiny blade
Trying to fight off the phantoms at my side
As they do their best to hide
And then I drink the devil back down his hole
So he no longer dares to show
His wicked smile to mine because
Oh it could have been us
It could be one of us
That’s what a nightwalker does
It’s what a nightwalker does
That’s what a nightwalker does
It’s what a nightwalker does
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Roman Candles
03:26
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As the long day turns into short night
You shut off the light in your room
Old poetry books and mystic lore
Scatter the floor in this gloom
Asleep you’re lost inside your mind
The only shelter now you could find
I promise when all of this is through
I’ll shoot roman candles with you
Spending our days outrunning the rain
Away from our pain and our fear
Now staying inside on our Fourth of July
Means wondering why we’re still here
Now shoot your sparks on over to me
But save those fireworks for me to see
I promise when all of this is through
I’ll shoot roman candles with you
Roman candles with you
Roman candles with you
Roman candles
When morning comes and the dawn shines upon
The lines we have drawn in cold days
We’ll see all good things deserve a good time
That it’s not a crime to stargaze
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Man On Wire
04:32
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Look at the man on wire
Near the ledge of his fear
He’ll hold his head up higher leaving
Than when he arrived here
He steps out into the balance
Above where all men go
Somewhere down below he hopes
They’ll enjoy the show
With desire to be that man on wire
There’s a tall man rising
Where the crosswinds roar
Without a tender lifeline he prays
To the ones who walked before
From a daydream to the plunge
His skin starts to feel small
Up here only this void
Could break your fall
It’s a dance on fire on the high wire
A man on wire
Look at that man on wire
With his feet on cold steel
He’s twisting, turning, twirling around
The weak spot in his heel
After a long climb there’s
Only one step down
Only one false move
And then he’s gone
To the world entire, that man on wire
That man on wire
A man on wire
Has to face the fall
Trust your feet to lead the way
Or better never walk at all
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Prodigal Son
04:17
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He sits down with the sinners roving the wild’s trusted trails
Tired of all the heroes he heard praised in the old folktales
Past spirits they call him back but he won’t answer the call
On the other face of this fertile place’s wealthy mansion’s wall
Now he’s looking for refuge
He’s the prodigal son
Yes, he’s looking for refuge
And he’s not the only one
Losing himself in cherry wine and sweet women of the night
Life’s darkness it crept over him, then faded all the light
Hungry scratching around in the dirt among the pigs on the ground
It turns the dead into the living and the lost into the found
But now he’s looking for refuge
He’s the prodigal son
Yes, he’s looking for refuge
And he’s not the only one
He left for what he thought was a quest for greed and gold
After squandering his soul his story now must be told
They stay he’s still out there somewhere and he’s hunting his way home
You can hear his voice the way the wind and breeze are blown
But now he’s looking for refuge
He’s the prodigal son
Yes, he’s looking for refuge
And he’s not the only one
He’s not the only one, he’s not the only one…
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Wrong Way Home
03:41
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I heard you’re moving soon after tomorrow
Said you got some of your precious time left to borrow
Before we go and you leave this place abandoned
One thing I must confess to you my companion
Sometimes I danced and I prayed for rain
To change your mind about taking that train
I only ever stayed to take you out to roam
To get lost with you and take the wrong way home
We always hunted one white line after the other
We could’ve died so many times but we didn’t bother
Never lost in thought but we were always caught up in talking
Something always changed in me when away I saw you walking
The end of the road now is drawing near
Getting lost without you is still one of my biggest fears
You made me see I can’t be on my own
It’s why we made this turn baby and took the wrong way home
And last night you got into my car as I closed the door I put my foot down to the floor
You said “why don’t we take the long way ‘round, just like we did before?”
We got one last chance now to roam
All the streets we’ve known
And these lies will be outgrown
The way our dreams were blown
Let’s buy more time now we’re still alone
One more drive now taking the wrong way…
Come on and take the wrong way home…
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Song To A Ghost
02:01
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You were fighting over good and over bad in the sounds that you shaped
Thinking about better times coming your blues you escaped
But now your fears that scared you here are taking their toll
And now your dreams that brought you here they all fall
It must be time for us to burn our sorrow now
Caused by all the hurt we never could have helped anyhow…
But it feels the most
Like I’m listening to a ghost of you
Everywhere that I go I’m listening to a ghost of you
Everywhere that I go I’m listening to your ghost
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Why We Sing
03:34
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For all who gather ‘round to listen to this song’s call
For all the tired tongues standing still before some wall
For all our heavy burdens and those who carry their own
For all the men on wire dreaming with the birds back home
We’ve got no choice but to raise up our voice
It’s why we sing
For all the rooms of heartbreak where we left our mark
For all the faded friendships and the treason in the dark
For all the stages conquered and those we failed to set alight
For all the chances we got and the times we had to fight
We’ve got no choice but to raise up our voice
It’s why we sing
For all the deniers that the dawn’s about to come
For all hungry choirs singing their song all night long
For all of our waiting on future heroes to arrive
For all our lonesome thinking on a midnight highway drive
For all love’s illusions turning into a different shade
For all our rock ‘n roll that slowly starts to fade
For all the deniers that the dawn’s about to come
For all hungry choirs singing their song all night long
It’s why we sing
It's why we sing
Shalalalala
You’ve got no choice but to raise up your voice
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Carry Your Past
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Some carry their past like it’s a heavy burden
Pressing on ‘neath some slow burn
Others looking back full of lonely longing
Their only wish to one day return
Hear me out, all you tired eyes looking back
Do not forget just where your feet have gone
You will survive though mornings they never seem that way
Not looking back is never moving on
So carry your past cause it’s all that’s left of
The rights and wrongs that moulded you
Think back on love there’s no time for sorrow
Carry your past and you’ll make it through
Don’t let the past get the better of you
I shall use my time and you shall too
We’ll carry the past and we’ll make it through
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Jim Cain Ghent, Belgium
Jim Cain is a singer-songwriter from Ghent, Belgium.
Endlessly fascinated by his heroes he
writes songs about love and hate, illusions and revelations, doubts and hopes ... without ever taking himself to seriously.
With his guitar and warm voice he brings together musical styles balancing between folk, soul, country and rock.
Inspired by many heroes, but even more by his own stories to tell.
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