1. |
Always Better
02:56
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She’s lookin’ better since I met her on the 4th of July,
even better, even better as the days go by.
I’m feelin’ better since I left her and I’ll tell you why,
it’s in the letter, girl you better figure it out why.
Woke up this mornin’ feelin’ kinda funny.
Close my blinds girl, its getting’ pretty sunny.
She’s lookin’ better since I met her on the 4th of July,
even better, even better as the days go by.
I’m feelin’ better since I left her and I’ll tell you why,
it’s in the letter, girl you better figure it out why.
I hope that someday I’ll get a little wiser,
but in the mean time be a little nicer.
You’re always better when you hear my name.
I’m always better when I feel the same.
You know its just the way things go, you know.
She’s lookin’ better since I met her on the 4th of July,
even better, even better as the days go by.
I’m feelin’ better since I left her and I’ll tell you why,
it’s in the letter, girl you better figure it out why.
Read my letter that I wrote today,
it said just to throw it away.
Doesn’t matter what it even said,
just know I’m in your head.
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2. |
Feelin' This Way
04:09
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I’m feelin’ this way, on a beautiful day.
I’m feelin this way, I don’t know why.
It’s creepin’ in, it’s under my skin.
Tattooed on my forehead “Lovin’ U Til I’m Dead”
These are words that I wish that I said to you.
I’m feelin’ this way, on a beautiful day.
I’m feelin this way, I don’t know why.
I’m feelin’ these feels, I know they are real.
Tattooed on my forehead “Lovin’ U Til I’m Dead”
These are words that I wish that I said to you.
If you let me stay, I will never go, I’m careful
what I’m wishin’ for.
Beautiful girl, all dressed in pearls.
I’m feelin’ this way, on a beautiful day.
I’m feelin this way, I don’t know why.
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3. |
The Garden
02:24
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Walkin' down to the garden,
swallowed in (all alone).
I'm a writer with my own two hands,
gimme love baby, give me your hand.
I think it's understood, I know what I should. A man today.
You'd always say, keep your head on right, I know it feels tied around your neck.
She says "I'm feelin good", I say "I know, you should".
I think our lovin's passed, I knew it'd never last.
But I'mma write her as my only girl,
I feel alive baby knowin' her.
**double time break**
I'mma write her as my only girl,
I'm alive as the evening turns.
I think it's understood, I know what I should. A man today. You'd always say, keep your head on right, I know it feels tied, around your neck.
**credits**
All instruments played and recorded by Colin Sullivan at C. S. Lester Productions
Mastered by Vincent Ingala at V-Sound Studios
LYRICS
Walkin' down to the garden,
swallowed in (all alone).
I'm a writer with my own two hands,
gimme love baby, give me your hand.
I think it's understood, I know what I should. A man today.
You'd always say, keep your head on right, I know it feels tied around your neck.
She says "I'm feelin good", I say "I know, you should".
I think our lovin's passed, I knew it'd never last.
But I'mma write her as my only girl,
I feel alive baby knowin' her.
**double time break**
I'mma write her as my only girl,
I'm alive as the evening turns.
I think it's understood, I know what I should. A man today. You'd always say, keep your head on right, I know it feels tied, around your neck.
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4. |
Snowy Days
02:59
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So tell me what, what it’s gonna be. Days like these?
Baby pretty and free, or you gonna leave? Snowy days…
Baby, you’ll show me the pathway, I can’t see.
Icy, hands cold, I’ll warm your hand I must hold.
I don’t know where I’m goin’, I don’t know where I’m from.
But I just can’t help feelin’ good with all my love.
So ask me why I play these games. Am I to blame?
It’s because of you, the things you do. We’re losing days…
I feel like I am living life like a story that’s not told right.
I wish that I could change these lines. I’ve got my head,
I’ve got my spine, my mind.
Baby, you’ll show me the pathway, I can’t see.
Put down that pen, please, I will write my story.
It’s mine to tell, not like this, this is hell.
But baby it’s okay, things will be better someday.
I don’t know where I’m goin’, I don’t know where I’m from.
But I just can’t help feelin’ good with all my love.
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5. |
Lookin' Cool
02:51
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I drove down to your school,
you were looking very cool,
I know my home it might be here.
Get inside of my car,
we can go traveling far,
getting lost again with our friends.
Don't go away now,
I'm still here,
feeding into what's unclear.
Do you remember what I said?
“I’ll see you later in your bed.”
If I make some paintings,
will you want to say things
more to me? Or am I just crazy?
I guess I'm pretty crazy,
but I am not lazy.
I’ll do whatever you want, I’m happy.
Don't go away now,
I'm still here.
feeding into what's unclear.
Do you remember what I said?
“I’ll see you later in your bed.”
So what's the harm in saying this?
If I'm lucky we might kiss.
But it's okay if we don't,
that doesn't mean that we won't.
Be together, it can happen, if we want.
I can wait forever, if it’ll happen. If it will.
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6. |
Hey, Whatcha Doin'
01:58
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Hey hey Whatcha doin
Hey hey Whatcha doin to me
What if I said I just wanna hang?
Would it mean that I'm a little too lame?
Maybe I'll wait til it's Friday
Yeah, can you hang with me?
Blaze some pool and some drinks at the bar
I don't wanna go that far
Hey hey whatcha doin
Hey hey whatcha doin to me
What if it's Sunday or Monday today
Is it lame that I just, I just wanna hang
Maybe I'll drive to the cape or New York
I can meet you at your front door
Blaze some pool and some drinks at the bar
I don't mind if I got to go far
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7. |
Spend Some Time
03:20
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Spend some time with me out in the blue,
In the water too, with you.
Breeze and palm trees and sunsets too,
and their colors too.
Hold my hand like you did for a second or two.
Do it now, do it for you.
Daisies and roses and violets too,
and their colors are blue.
I know that lovers come and go, I know.
Why do i feel so blue, I do.
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8. |
Instrumental Syndrome
03:53
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Colin Sullivan Providence, Rhode Island
Col, short for Colin Sullivan, is a Pop songwriter from CT. Aiming to warm hearts, tickle fancies, and play 'music to your ears'.
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Thirty Seven
by Eddie Golden III
This album features amazingly written songs, electric assortment of instruments, and raw, haunting talent.
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