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I’ve been spending all my time
Smoking cigarettes and rhymes
Trying to find the words to say
But words get in the way
I’m doing fine
This town don’t feel the same
Blue lights and yellow flames
When the bullet leaves the gun
You better run
But which way
Like a frozen river flows
Wild waters lie below
If you listen to the ice
You can hear it crack at night
This towns gonna blow
Blue lights and yellow flames
You can’t comprehend the pain
It’s been hanging in the air
You can’t touch it but it’s there
Until it takes someone you care for
Feel the thunder and the rain
Blue lights and yellow flame
And it’s happening again
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I left home when i was young, headed out to chase the sun
A guitar was the only thing worth owning
Took a greyhound bus out west, loved the rocky mountains best
Any way the wind is blowin’
I couldn’t help it if I tried, it’s a feeling deep inside
I never know just where I’m going
As a tree leans to the sun, so I ramble so I run
I let go and stopped controllin
Any way the wind is blowin’
I’ve lost along the way and I’ve many debts to pay
But like the river, I keep on flowin’
When there's nothing left to hold and the night is growin’ cold
I learned to trust the way the wind is blowin’
Life’s a funny game, we all win or lose the same
Do I deserve the lovin’ that your showin’
I’ll be there when your down, help you haul your blues around
Take my hand and let’s get goin’
Any way the wind is blowin’
Take off your disguise, close your weary eyes
And you will see that everything is growing
In the deluge of a storm, a desert bloom is born
See the thunderheads a rollin’
Any way the wind is blowin’
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Edge of the End
03:04
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At the edge of the end, the money’s all gone
Nothing is real, and everythings wrong
The scene is set, there is time yet
To make a change
At the edge of the end, a rainbow shines
There ain’t a flood, but a fire this time
The west is burning, the stage is turning
And we’re drifting on
At the edge of the end, you’ve come so far
Wherever you go, there you are
The same sun rising, there's no running there's no hiding
At the end, where it all began
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Jack Klatt Minneapolis, Minnesota
Musical missionary, tireless troubadour and producer Jack Klatt isn’t one to be easily categorizedor relegated to a narrow niche. He comes across as a young man with a wizened and worldly perspective, an artist who possesses a timeless sensibility of both place and purpose. Yet, his artistic integrity extends to more than simply his songs. ... more
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