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Best Ever

by Dan Cray

Maybe we've already been the best we'll ever be.
Genre: Rock: Adult Alternative Pop/Rock
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Delicate Weight
3:36 $0.99
2. Make Believe
2:54 $0.99
3. All We Got
6:37 $0.99
4. Run (Vox)
6:06 $0.99
5. Can’t Stop
4:07 $0.99
6. Best Ever
3:34 $0.99
7. Namaste
4:35 $0.99
8. All Pissed Off
2:32 $0.99
9. Driving Us Home
5:28 $0.99
10. To Do List
5:44 $0.99
11. Quieter Now
4:33 $0.99
12. Now and Then
2:19 $0.99
13. Tattoo
3:09 $0.99
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Album Notes
Delicate Weight
She said, It's all in how you see it,
Then it's all in who you know.
And if you stay too long,
Where you don't belong,
The cracks, they start to show.
It's a delicate weight,
That you're holding onto,
It's hard to explain,
Or understand.
And that's part of the fury,
And all of the madness,
Of a delicate weight,
In your trembling hand.
She said, It's not enough,
And it's almost gone,
And I can't take anymore.
Then it's all too much,
And it takes too long,
And it's nothing like it was before.

Make Believe
You read it in a lovely book,
There's other lovely books to read.
The trouble is, you call it faith,
And treat it like a certainty.
And judge the ones who don't agree,
With all your make-believe.
I understand the desperate need,
For something more than meets the eye,
To think that someone's in control,
That somehow there's a reason why,
But people kill, and people die,
And all for make-believe.
It's only blasphemy,
If you believe.
And the butcher hones,
When the rich man spends,
And the shepherd tends his sheep.
You were children in the darkness,
And you made up things,
To explain all of the wonder and the suffering.
Now you're older, and you know more,
But still you cling,
To all that make-believe.

All We Got
I take you,
To have and hold.
To Have.
And Hold.
From this day,
We're all we've got now.
We're all we've got now.
In sickness,
And in between.
Till death, dear.
It's all we've got now.

Run (vox)
It’s everything,
It’s all the time,
The trouble was hers,
But lately it’s mine.
And if it’s not real,
She can pretend.
She’s out of her mind,
And into my head.
There’s give and there’s take,
There’s take what you get.
The little miss takes,
The minor forgets.
And when it get’s real,
It’s a hell of a time.
She’s out of her head,
And into my mind.
It’s all or nothing, kid.
It’s what your parents did,
And you may learn to love it yet.
The hunger trumps the score,
When all you need is more,
And if you’re lucky, you’ll forget
Just how it felt, and what it meant,
When you were lost and loving it.
When you were young,
You were inspired.
The birds were dancing on the wire,
And love was what you made when you were bored.
Nobody said,
You’ve had enough tonight.
Or if they did, it went ignored.
Was that love,
Or were they warning signs?
The first sick volley of the war.
Nothing’s slowing down.
You’re always awake.
There’s nothing in the sound.
There’s nothing left to taste.
And now that we’ve got you down,
It’s best to settle in,
That’s all it takes.

Can’t Stop
They're waiting by the back door,
With the cops and the clergy,
And the sex starved starlet,
That started it all.
And it's still not clear,
If the swat teams here,
Just to keep the fragile peace,
But they look like kids,
And they're armed to the teeth.
And Denny once said,
“We’d be better off dead.”
But since then, he's found god,
Now he's pretty sure
That the crux of the cure,
Is to never be born at all.
And all your aging supermen,
Are hanging up their capes,
For their daytime jobs.
They've finally come to understand,
When we idolize the bad guys,
The battle’s lost.
And we can't stop now.
They're waiting by the back door,
With the cops and the clergy,
And the sick idea,
That started it all.
And it all comes down,
To the feel of the sound
Of a foot on your bedroom floor,
And you were sleeping alone,
At least you were before

Best Ever
They're standing there right beside you,
The people you've been before.
The youngest one is from high school,
But he don't know you no more.
And you can't be sure,
It's just wait and see.
But remember when,
Get's you wondering,
If you've already been
The best you'll ever be.
The twenty something you's hungry,
Impressive and lean.
The thirty something you is longing for,
The you you were in your teens.
They're standing there right beside you,
Looking listless and bored,
And just a bit disappointed,
The people you've been before.

Nah, I'll stay here with the out crowd,
Out there the talk is cheap, and too loud,
In here it's saved,
For things you just can't say.
'Fits all the same,
I'll just hang here with the wrecked set,
We'll fold with aces on our foreheads,
And hedge our bets,
Till Nero starts to play. .
It's all I have to say,
and I could be wrong.
but I'm giving it away,
And it won't last long
It's violins,
And violence,
Open bars,
And barbed wire fences,
And protest songs,
We never learned how to play.
Nah, I'm not going nowhere,
Dressed in reticence worn mohair,
I’m dressed to kill,
But no one's taking aim.

All Pissed Off
She's a truly lovely girl,
And she's all pissed off at the world.
Because it's her desperate yearning,
That keeps the fucker turning,
So she's all pissed off at the world.
And he's all pissed off at her,
Because man, he can't be sure,
If it’s just a state she's in,
Or something that he did.
So he's all pissed off at the world.
And they're all pissed off at the world,
Yeah they're all pissed off at the world,
But they're easier to lead,
Once they've made each other bleed,
Keep them all pissed off at the world.

Driving Us Home
Was it something that you heard at the grocery store,
Or something someone said at work,
That got me thinking about the grieving butler,
In that scene from The Jerk,
Which got me thinking about the Big Lebowski,
And poor Donnie's brief funeral,
And the way he died in Fargo,
All that blood,
In all that snow,
Which got me thinking that the summer was nearly gone,
And wondering how the winter would be,
When I noticed how quiet the car had become,
And I noticed you were looking at me.

And I got a feeling,
That something ain't right here.
Something went down,
I can tell by your tone.
And I don't know what,
Cause while you were talking,
I was just driving,
Driving us home.
I’m not saying you should,
I’m just thinking maybe,
Try taking the shorter route,
Round to the point you’re making.

To Do List
I tried but I didn’t do,
all of the things
that you wanted.
I thought they’d get done,
But there’ll always be one
that i missed.
And it’s not a rebellion,
Or some delicate act
of defiance.
I just get lost in the faces
of friends on the fridge,
by the list.
And the sky,
Is always falling down.
Falling down,
Around you.
And if it’s worse,
with me around,
Just cross me of the list of things to do.
It’s all, I guess so,
Where it used to be, Hell yeahs.
Now it’s all, Maybe,
Where we used to be sure.
We used to be fine,
Just doing nothing together.
Now there’s no time,
And all the fun just seems forced.
I can’t remember the last time,
You whispered, "I love you",
And it didn’t sound hollow,
It didn’t seem like a chore.

Quieter Now
He's pulling away,
She's shutting down,
It's falling apart,
It's quieter now.
She said,
It isn't the same,
At least I can't see how
I'd have signed up,
For what we've got now.
He said,
You were a ray
of sweet sunshine,
But I've come to hate
the sun in my eyes.
There's a bright side,
It's all acetylene flashes.
No matter how full,
There just filthy glasses.

Now and Then
Now and then,
From time to time,
When it rains,
When she smiles.
When I see what it cost you,
Closing your eyes…
Then again,
From time to time,
I go black,
And dead inside.
And I feel just enough,
To understand why...

The face is from a photo of Moses,
And there's a gun and some roses,
And that's the Buddha from Rome.
Yeah, it's Greek,
And then the bottom part's Asian,
And roughly translated,
It says "white boy go home."
It's bold, brazen, and permanent.
It's the deepest of thoughts,
In the thinnest of scars.
And it's more,
So much more than an ornament,
I tore the heart off my sleeve,
And carved it into my arm.
It's new,
The guy that did it's left handed,
He said I'll understand it,
Once the puss is all gone.
It's old,
And it's a little bit faded,
But it's my first and my favorite,
It just says, "Made in My Mom."
It's bold, brazen, and permanent.
It's what I truly believe.
I'll get it filled in the fall.
And it's more,
So much more than an ornament.
I'm all about No Regerts,
It didn't hurt much at all.



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