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Santa Rosa
04:32
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Santa Rosa
The creeks and the rivers are frozen this time of year
And I’m sitting on the bank waiting for the Boatman
To come take me back to the land of the living
I’m gone….
We’re making bonfires down in Bodega Bay
Down in the hollowed out coves drinking red wine
Watching the tides rolling down to old Mexico
I’m gone….
Oh, Santa Rosa
We took the winding roads out to the cliffs
Past Alfred Hitchcock’s church, the hollowed out redwood trees
Stacked by the graveyard, looking over the ocean
I’m gone…
The creeks and the rivers are frozen this time of year
And I’m sitting on the bank waiting for the Boatman
To come take me back to the land of the living
I’m gone...
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2. |
Fire Song
03:34
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Fire Song
There are beg-, there are beggars in our fields
And they’ve come to hear the fire song we sing
And that fire, it’s been burning there for years
La-da-da, la-da-da-da
They had guns. They had gunfire on their side
La-da-da, la-da-da-da
Then the beg-, then the beggars became kings
La-da-da, la-da-da-da
Did they know it was springtime in our fields
Did they know we had nothing to give
La-da-da, la-da-da-da
The man from somewhere else
He came drifting into town
He came tearing down the highway
That he chased the devil down
He lost him in the gunsmoke, he lost him in the mist
He lost him in the headlights that were coming straight for him
There are beg-, there are beggars in our fields
And they’ve come to hear the fire song we sing
And that fire, it’s been burning there for years
La-da-da, la-da-da-da
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3. |
Apparitions
07:24
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Apparitions
Black light and white light is dancing on the sea
And the waves just like a mirror army are coming after me
Lightning flashes born and die in the starry sky above
It’s just like sugar on your tongue, loyalty and love
Apparitions on the shoreline say my name and take my hand
They lead me to the place below the sea and the golden sand
Every voice I've ever heard and every face I've ever seen
Is hanging from the limbs of what they call the Mirror Tree
Branches made of diamonds and the trunk is made of coal
The leaves are made of broken glass and the stories that they told
At the bottom of the ocean in a garden made of tears
It burns just like a constellation that's been dead a thousand years
Black light and white light is dancing on the sea
And the waves just like a mirror army are coming after me
Lightning flashes born and die in the starry sky above
It’s just like sugar on your tongue, loyalty and love
Apparitions on the shoreline say my name and take my hand
They lead me to the place below the sea and the golden sand
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4. |
The Wind
05:23
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The Wind
I caught the Wind
Blowing down your path again
It carried me
The long way down
Carry me so far away from here
Like a ghost I’ll disappear
Appear
Appear
I caught the Wind
Dancing by herself again
Whispering
The leaves in circles
Telling me of places you have seen
Bringing messages upon her wings
Her wings
Her wings
I caught the Wind
Blowing through your room
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5. |
Haunted Hotels
05:01
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Haunted Hotels
Show your heart
Wear your colors on your sleeve
Let ‘em run to me
Tell your friends
This is where the story ends
Smile at your enemies
In an empty desert town
The people gather ‘round
Near the wishing well
So darling listen well
To pianos play themselves
In Haunted Hotels
Dance through walls
To the music in the halls
The light of the moon
They can’t see
It’s only you and me
Haunting the room
In an empty desert town
The people slowly drown
In the wishing well
So darling listen well
To pianos play themselves
In Haunted Hotels
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6. |
My Hands Are My Eyes
03:04
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My Hands Are My Eyes
My hands are my eyes
And I can see daylight in the sounds of the clouds
Breaking straight through to the heart of the matter
Barely make a splash in the fire
Take your last breath on the lips of a lover
Who felt her way through the skies of another
Fluttering flies
That can smother your heart
My hands are my eyes
And I can see daylight in the sounds of the clouds
Breaking straight through to the heart of the matter
Barely make a splash in the fire
Holy Ghost
Subterfuge in the alleyways
Painting blood on the door of a house that is haunted
Singing “Love me or I’ll tear you apart”
Holy Ghost
Subterfuge in the alleyways
Painting blood on the door of a house that is haunted
Singing “Love me or I’ll tear you apart”
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7. |
For Your Love
04:30
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For Your Love
I would live
For your love
I would burn every bridge
For your love
There's a light that burns inside you
Let it guide you to me
I would pay the price
For your love
I would come back to life
For your love
Can we stay like this forever
But I would never beg
I would put out the fire
For your love
I would burn with desire
For your love
Can i lay right here beside you
I would confide in you
I was searching, searching for my heart
I looked up and we’d drifted apart
The seven seas are only just a part of what we’ve seen
You fly high and baby you love deep
A small fortune is what you get to keep
And for your love I’d throw away the key
And I would set you free
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8. |
Jane
03:55
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Jane
Are you hungry?
Are you hungry, Jane?
I’ll get you something
Make you strong again
Are you with me?
Just take my hand
Move to the music
Help me understand
Teardrops like diamonds and the sound of the rain
Even the stars are falling to hear you say
If you’ll find love again
Are you weary?
Sing me a song
Just feel the music
It’s never wrong
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9. |
Acres of Diamonds
03:55
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Acres of Diamonds
Acres of Diamonds, acres of Gold
Acres of things that will never grow old
Acres of your love poured out for me
Acres of fire rolling down to the sea
Acres of future, acres of time
Acres of things that will always rhyme
Acres of visions of your hand in mine
Just give me acres of time
Acres of heartache, acres of love
Acres of things we can rise above
Acres of things I’ll never ask you of
Just give me acres of love
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Anthony Garcia Music Austin, Texas
Anthony Garcia is a songwriter, guitarist, classically trained pianist and vocalist. Based in Austin, Tx., hometown is Lubbock, Tx. His style is cinematic Americana, a genre that interweaves songwriting with expanding, quasi orchestral sections. Garcia’s music mixes a range of influences: Zeppelin and Hendrix; Townes Van Zandt and Leonard Cohen; and haunting violin inspired by J.S. Bach. ... more
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