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No One's Home
04:27
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She was hoping they could get together for a while and shoot the breeze
If not a new beginning then at least a lucid moment they could seize
She's been hanging on a long time
Letting go a little more each day
Waiting on a corner with a cellphone in her hand
Trying to connect with what she cannot understand
But no one’s home
He was whipping like a sail that couldn't find the wind to bring him in
So distant from the aging voice that surely he hears calling from within
He used to build her castles
When he went down for the weekend to the shore
He doesn't even notice when he prances by her side
The blessings that she's given him just roll out with the tide
Cause no one’s home
Someday he may see the light and open up the door
He’ll step outside and look up to the heavens to implore
How come she's not standing out there knocking anymore
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2. |
On The Boulevard
04:52
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In a desperate moment he unveils
A portal to another place
With a brazen look he takes a stand
And disappears without a trace
Blending in with the faces
On the boulevard
In the fold of the spaces
On the boulevard
In the doorway of a private house
He fumbles with a set of keys
As the pages of his daily news
Swirl away into the breeze
With the dreams he embraces
On the Boulevard
And the feelings he erases
On the Boulevard
In the fold of the spaces
On the boulevard
Down where the raging waters flow
Where can the stranded passion go
Some have a cross to carry
Some have a dream to marry
Some live in ordinary homes
In a nearly perfect neighborhood
He can’t quite remember from his youth
With a pistol in his tired hand
He’s come to duel his former truth
And he takes twenty paces
On the boulevard
From the dreams he embraces
On the Boulevard
And the feelings he erases
On the boulevard
Blending in with the faces
On the boulevard
In the fold of the spaces
On the boulevard
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Tuscan Veins
03:43
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He stands upon his alter
Like no ordinary man
Staring down eternity like a top gun
With a slingshot in his hand
You want to move in closer
But you will never feel his pain
If you you look just right
You will see the light
In the spaces that reveal his Tuscan veins
I never knew my father’s father
But he was born here in this land
And I can see his face in the doorways and the cafes
As I try to comprehend
When I hear him calling
I take a hold of his ghostly reins
And we go winding down these narrow street’
Like the blood that once ran trough his Tuscan veins
I look through his eyes up to the sky
Where the light of the lord is shinning through
And go back to the days when he sailed away
And he left everything that he ever knew
‘Cause a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do
Now, I will put my hand on the book of truth
And I will take the witness stand
I have never been to this place they call Firenze
But it feels just like I have
Maybe it’s the wine
Making me believe what I can’t explain
So I will rest my case on ol’ David boy
And the lifeline running through my Tuscan veins
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4. |
King Of Kings
05:12
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Moses knew something when he built a highway
Right through my grandmother’s house
Where the kids used to play
It cut through the streets like a river of steel
Blazing the future and nothing could stand in its way
He said I'm going to take this land of yours
And pave my way out to the shore
And you're gonna need some wheels to see
The paradise set forth by the King of Kings
You can still hear the voices that left long ago
Lingering now in the fumes that hang over the bay
The poor huddled masses that yearned to be free
That patiently waited in line for a piece of the dream
But the dreams are too big for the cars these days
The promised land has moved away
They watched from their windows and done fled the scene
Bewildered and amazed by the King of Kings
The road of the wealthy is spun with illusion
They talk about freedom in ways they I don't understand
Far from the valley, away from the shadows
We count all our blessings and keep digging holes in the sand
And we’ll follow the road through the hole in the sky
And floor it till the wells are dry
Roll town your windows and spread your wings
Deliver us with speed to the King of Kings
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I used to know you when you weren’t afraid to fall
Long before you gave it up to build these fortress walls
How’s life in the institution, you’re on in fifteen minutes
So don’t try to tell me that you’ve forgotten all your lines
It’s there for the taking if you could just make up your mind
But it’s just one more illusion
That keeps you hopelessly in the greenroom
Hopelessly in the greenroom
Hopelessly hoping
The burden of creation looms behind these doors
No matter how much you give it seems they always want some more
The critics, they say you’re worthy
But the headlines say that you just can’t cut it
You peak out through the curtains to appease the beast within
Just long enough to smuggle some forbidden feelings in
But there’s no resolution
For fools who paint themselves in the greenroom
Hopelessly in the greenroom
Hopelessly in the green …
You want your freedom
But you can’t find it on your own
Reach out into the darkness
And light the way that’s gonna take you home
It’s just one more illusion
That keeps you hopelessly in the greenroom
Hopelessly in the greenroom
Hopelessly hoping
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6. |
Perfect Man
05:10
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I’ve been around the world my son
Even hung out with some stars
Once I near rolled off a cliff inside my father’s car
Sometimes I am a painter
With a calling I’ve ignored
But I’m always there to take your hand
And walk along the shore
I stayed up all night on Bleeker Street to watch morning rise
And there I saw a dream or two expire
I guess I could have thought it through and had a better plan
But in my life I’ve yet to come across a perfect man
I’ve been to all the fine museums
And I’ve sinned in Vegas too
I’ve heard a lot of holy me who preach without a clue
Sing your song
Sometimes you’ll sing it wrong
Never let that keep you from the places you belong
We went uptown to the stadium to see a perfect game
Someday in your way you’ll do the same
But after on such afternoon it’s back to earth we land
Where in my life I’ve yet to come across a perfect man
I drove across the dessert and I flew across the sky
I couldn’t find the answer, but I learned how to survive
People try to tell you what you should and shouldn’t do
But for a little peace of mind to thine own self be true
Somewhere in the universe maybe everything’s ideal
And there are no misgivings to conceal
But here below the stratosphere we do the best we can
And in my life I’ve yet to come across a perfect man
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7. |
On This Brand New Day
04:38
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You wake up one morning to shed your disguise
And you reach for the longing that’s long said goodbye
But you can’t get it out of your heart, your mind or your skin
You try to remember just what it was like
And you tell all your demons to go take a hike
But they laugh ‘cause they’re already doing their victory lap
You’re thinking that maybe there’s a light seeping in
So you get out of bed and you roam through the din
As you look for the power within in your secular way
Wondering where to begin on this brand new day
The news and the coffee start running right through you
Like teachers and lovers who thought that they knew you
While everything down on the bayou is drifting away
Your lords and your critics hold on from behind
It cripples your body and poisons your mind
But you really don’t have to believe everything that they say
But somewhere inside there’s a child that agrees
You’re naked at last but afraid to run free
So you study yourself like a book on a frozen bay
What are you going to do on this brand new day
It’s like looking at love through a thick piece of glass
You can’t smell it or taste it or roll in the grass
And you can’t even smash it for fear that it’s not really there
You look at the world and it all looks the same
You walk past the beauty and embrace the mundane
‘Cause you have to get ready for the next big calamity ball
But how will you feel when the big man walks in
And what will become of your ol’ mannequin
When the pulse and the breath of your soul see the passage way
What are you going to do on this brand new day
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8. |
Doorway To America
06:47
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On an island across the harbor
Standing at the doorway to America
Rising over the lapping tide
She reaches for the dream that towers over her
With the light of age old souls illuminating her
Who had come here with a vision to define
For the children of their children photographing her
As they float by on the Circle Line
She said, I will give you this air to breath
If you can cope with your own insecurity
And I will spare you you from what you flee
But there may come a time when you must rescue me
From the consequences of my own hypocrisy
And from those who wrap themselves inside this flag
From the righteous and purveyors of theocracy
And those who try to fill your heart with fear
On this morning by the harbor
As the ferry boats begin to make their moves
And the fishermen release their lines
As busy people hurry fro and to
Where another word went missing
From the pages we hold evident and true
On a blue September morning
Right here at the doorway to America
I wonder as I look out to you
If the things we take for granted may soon be history
And when we talk of the days that changed the world
Why are so many veiled in mystery
With a magic bullet ripping through our innocence
We are averted from the burden we behold
And while pride and passion compromise our common sense
At every turn it takes the truth is told
On this morning by the harbor
As the ferry boats begin to make their moves
And the fishermen release their lines
As busy people hurry fro and to
Where another word went missing
From the pages we hold evident and true
On a blue September morning
Right here at the doorway to America
For the wealthy and the humble who gave their gifts to you
And for the bonded who were brought here in disgrace
And for all those born before us at this latitude
Guide us through the darkness that we face
On this morning by the harbor
As the ferry boats begin to make their moves
And the fishermen release their lines
As busy people hurry fro and to
Where another word met missing
From the pages we hold evident and true
On a blue September morning
Right here at the doorway to America
And another word goes missing
On a blue September morning
And another word goes missing
On a blue September morning
And another word goes missing
Right here at the doorway to America
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9. |
Land Of Sin
05:02
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It doesn’t matter what you have to do
Just run the evil bastards out of town
And don’t tell anybody that the fix is going down
Go tell the doctor to spin up a tale
We’ll sell our fuel injected souls
Anything is possible inside the bullet hole
Reach out and take if you want it and you’re able
(Temple of love)
A lovely feast to spread out on our hum blue table
(Take part thereof)
But you never can be sure if it’s the devil that you’re letting in
Welcome to the land of sin
Who is the prince of darkness anyway
Hiding in the shadows of the hill
He straightens out his tie before he goes in for the kill
Hold down the fort while I go disappear
It’s time to seize the brave new day
Don’t worry when the water rises ‘cause help is on the way
Out of the darkness comes a glowing apparition
(Turn on the sound)
Someday everyone will be on television
(Branded and bound)
If that’s the life you want to live you better grow some thicker skin
To make it in the land of sin
We’re finally gonna get it right this time
We’re gonna numb their minds with fear
The alter of prosperity will have a blessed year
But come the seventh day there’ll be an inventory
(Thou shalt not kill)
No one shall lie or use His name for their own glory
(This is His will)
Lay off thy neighbors goods
And wipe away that “who me” grin
Cause you’re living in the land of sin
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10. |
My Old House
04:55
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In my old house pleasant pictures hang upon the wall
Italian music ricochets off bebop in the halls
Brilliant voices come humming by like fastballs at your head
But it’s the little things that seem to find a way to go unsaid
Row your merry boat along the stream
And take a look at what’s been going on behind the scenes
In my old house we dance around the shadows while we sing
When you try stepping out the big guys gonna tell you what to do
He knows everything and you know he has an awful lot to prove
He’ll hip you to the chains you need to break from to be free
And scare you half to death
With broken looks that bring you to your knees
Lord have mercy on the bride and groom
While I go have my say and crucify the living room
In my old house where we dance around the shadows while we sing
Something’s cooking and it sure feels good
The kind of good that makes you lose control
And I’d go back tomorrow if I could
To say hello and lighten up the darkness in my soul
Through thick and thin I always found a reason to deny
The fear of losing love while waiting for the ones I love to die
And this is where the dream remains unseen
Stuck inside the pages of a sordid magazine
In my old house we dance around the shadows while we sing
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11. |
Around The Sun
05:23
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We are gathered on this winter night
To mark this time and celebrate our consciousness
United via satellite we cast our eager eyes upon the world
And at twelve o’clock a light descends upon us all
And it leads us through a door to the unknown
And we pause with hope and consternation as it falls
And we hold on to the ones we love
As we circle one more time around the sun
We will never know what filled this space
Long before we dreamed of forty-second street
And on the theory of the human race
We will always be at odds or so it seems
There are those who claim the center of the universe
And there are those who say that we are not alone
And the poets try to free us with their humble words
I sing this song to everyone
As we circle one more time around the sun
Branded by the writers of our history
We are children all of battles lost and won
But who will be the author of your destiny
Where do you stand when all is said and done
And when the prophets come they sanctify our differences
And they bring the hungry everything they need
And they talk about forgiveness and humility
Not everyone can let it be
And I don’t know if there’s a reason that we are here today
But I know it won’t be long before we’re gone
So let’s drink tonight to those who are no longer here
As we hold on to the ones we love
As we circle one more time around the sun
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Fred Caruso Brooklyn, New York
Fred is a singer-songwriter based in New York City where he has been composing and performing since 1975. His songs have been published by Chappell Music and other publishers.
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