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Albuquerque
04:18
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Everybody's got that place
That town
That patch of ground
Where there roots are found
Where you learn to dream and ride a bike
Everybody's got that place
And for me it's Albuquerque
It's the land down south where the Harley's roar
Over the Sandias air balloons soar
I won't forget the sound of the bell on grove
Or the taste of horchata down the road
My home may have changed
But part of me remains
In the land that still enchants
My memories, My memories
My sins are still running
Through the veins of that land
I was washed by the waters
Of the Rio Grande
Walking barefoot to the corner store
A group like us was hard to ignore
We paid the shopping carts no mind
The people of the roads taught us to be kind
No more is the church with no steeple
Or the preacher who loved the broken people
No more is the church with no steeple
Or the preacher who loved the broken people
But in the valley there's a stone
I go there when I feel alone
My home may have changed
But part of me remains
In the land that still enchants
My memories, My memories
My sins are still running
Through the veins of that land
I was washed by the waters
Of the Rio Grande
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
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2. |
What A Man
04:06
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When someone can teach you how to dream
They've done more for you than you'll ever see
When they hope for you to be all you can be
You better hold on tight to every memory
What a man he was
What a preacher he was
What a lamb he was
What a starstruck lover he was
What a fool he was
What a dreamer he was
What a man he was
What a man
What a man
These memories are real
They never fade away
They come back to steal
All my pain away
The years will be long
The grief will be strong
But one day I know
I'll see you again
What a man he was
What a preacher he was
What a lamb he was
What a starstruck lover he was
What a fool he was
What a dreamer he was
What a man he was
What a man
What a man
These memories are real
They never fade away
They come back to steal
All my pain away
And the years will be long
The grief will be strong
But one day I know
That I'll see you again
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Lying On The Couch
04:44
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Hi, it's your Papa
Bababa Bababaloo
Bababa Bababaloo
Oh, Babaloo
Did you like that song
I just made it up
It's from the Momma's and the Papa's
The Momma's and the Papa's
Anyway
I hope you're having a good evening
Cuz I miss you very much
Every minute of everyday
My heart just misses you
So
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BYLAND Seattle, Washington
Byland is the moniker and last name of Seattle-based, Albuquerque-raised, Cinematic Indie Rock artist, Alie Renee. Her dynamic sound is often characterized by arrangements full of intriguing time signatures and unexpected chord changes, tethered by timeless lyrics and vocal vulnerability. For her, music is about taking time to create space to process emotions. ... more
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