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Special Edition Burning At Both Ends
Special Edition--Burning At Both Ends
Your Special Edition Includes:
*Burning At Both Ends CD---New Album!
*Limited Edition Live Cd 2009 (only 600)-includes 5 songs, one never released
*Burning At Both Ends Match Book
*Burning At Both Ends candle
Burning At Both Ends
| 1. | You Can't Get | Play | You Can't Get
Spent a night
In a dreary house Saw life from the other side Never knew how much I had How easy it is to cry Hidden behind Flithy drapes The sadness bleeds right through Many things they know they need Little they have has to do Dad’s past out’ on the stairs But no one seems to care Hungry child starts to cry But mama knows her cupboards are bare I feel grateful I feel content I’m stuck in a dirty room I wish that I had never met They got nothing but the struggle to live As they fall They crawl further in debt You don’t know what you got Until You can’t get People here got problems It shows up on their skin Thicker and tougher Than any other place That I have ever been Can't take care of themselves His drugs her broken bones Grandma's is loosing her mind Well they tend to leave her Alone. |
You Can't Get
Credits
Words and Music by: Tiff Jimber/Matt Bobb
Produced by: Matt Bobb Tiff Jimber: piano, organ, synth, gloc, vocals, background vocals Jonny Morrow: bass Eli Hludzick: drums Chris Peterson: guitar Matt Bobb: guitar, percussion, synth, vocals, background vocals Paul Cristo: string composer Mark Robertson: violin Sam Fischer: violin Luke Maurer: viola Alisha Bauer: cello |
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| 2. | City Life | Play | City Life
This new town drives me crazy
The traffic brings me down They call it a big time city But the people are too spread out I miss the real crowded city streets Rush the clock got to find you beat Summer air is full of pizza Swimmin’ by me in the heat I’m so far away From a comfort I understood If I could hear you say Come on home, Babe you know I would Oh, city life I want you back Is this where I belong Or did I fall off track Oh city boy Don’t you leave me here Where no one hears your screams In a town full of angels Crowded by dreams I miss the changing colors The trees swayin’ in the park The met the fens and all the others Finding love baby after dark Surrounded by so many buildings Life drying in the alleyways The bus and oh the subway Take me back to those better days |
City Life
Credits
Words and Music by: Tiff Jimber/Matt Bobb
Produced by: Matt Bobb Tiff Jimber: piano, synth, organ, glock, vocals, background vocals Jonny Morrow: bass Eli Hludzick: drums Chris Peterson: guitar Matt Bobb: guitar, synth, vocals, string composer Mark Robertson: violin Sam Fischer: violin Luke Maurer: viola Alisha Bauer: cello Paul Cristo: string composer |
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| 2. | Ol' Joanna | Play | Ol' Joanna
Go on hold me back
Try to keep me down Cover my heart with your sleeve But the beat it still resounds Say words to distract But you can’t pull me away I’ve loved for so long I know no other way I’m trying to see What it is that you could do for me But my hands are full With everything that I need Say what you want Take what you wish But you can’t keep a girl down Nothing from you Will ever compare to the Spark that I have found I feel what I love And I know it’s enough ‘cause my feet don’t touch the ground Ol Joanna, she holds every key when words are out of reach she gets me to speak She’s there always listens Fills parts that have been missn’ Through all of the madness tears of joy and gladness she sees burdens in my way and pushes them away I’m letting you know There are sides to me That I will never go Special places that she Takes me and I go |
Ol' Joanna
Credits
Words and Music: Tiff Jimber
Produced by: Matt Bobb Tiff Jimber: piano, synths, lead vocals, background vocals Jonny Morrow: bass Eli Hludzick: drums Chris Peterson: guitar Matt Bobb: guitar, stylophone, synths, percussion |
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| 3. | Skin Me | Play | Skin Me
I knew that you
You would be the one To skin me of all that I love I was the one The one who set them free Till you brought me down to my knees Close your eyes baby it’s long over due Oh now who really thinks Lustful thoughts through Some say that dreams Are just another view Of all that is known and comes true. I built a world around everything I saw ignoring all of the flaws I knew that times Was constant and smart And would obviously Claw us apart I knew that you You would be the one to skin me of all that I love. |
Skin Me
Credits
Words and Music by: Tiff Jimber
Produced by: Matt Bobb Tiff Jimber: piano, accordion, vocals, background vocals Jonny Morrow: bass Eli Hludzick: drums Paul Cristo: string composer Mark Robertson: violin Sam Fischer: violin Luke Maurer: viola Alisha Bauer: cello |
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| 5. | People Always Go | Play | People Always Go
He left with out warning
For a life more boring A life That didn’t’ include me His face I would never Get to see ever But I knew It was sketched onto me People always go They fly away On the wings of a breeze I ‘ve been told Just when you think You have something to hold The wind starts a blown’ You loose control People always go They always go My calls unreturned By day 5 I’d learned The silence was her way to depart A friendship for many years Laghter and every tear Etched in the journal of my heart The pages were griping my heart ever slipping Till the day It all fell apart I thought you were the one But that’s what you couldn’t say I know that you had your fun But my heart can’t stay |
People Always Go
Credits
Words and Music by: Tiff Jimber/Oren Hadar
Produced by: Oren Hadar Tiff Jimber: rhodes, accordion, vocals, backgrounds vocals Jonny Morrow: bass Eli Hludzick: drums Oren: percussion, vocals, guitar, string composer Skye Lewin: vibes Mark Robertson: violin Sam Fischer: violin Luke Maurer: viola Alisha Bauer: cello |
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| 6. | Love That You Need | Love That You Need
Leaving on another midnight flight
On a redeye to L.A. My arms are open but you’re Out of reach It’s always the same. The sun goes down And I come unwound Waiting for a call form you. This flame is fading And I am burning through. Come on Come on You say you do it for love But what about me You say you do it because It’s the life that you need I’m feeling left behind And I’m starting to see That I’m not the love the love the love The love that you need I got plans My own story to tell Can’t put life on hold for you You’ll think I’ll stick around But I got to leave It’s long over due Second chances are all used up I’ve been patient for too long Something’s got to give Far away ain’t no way to live Come on come on So long So hard is the distance Come back Give me no resistance But then you leave And you do it again Do it again Over and over again |
Love That You Need
Credits
Words and Music by: Tiff Jimber/ Matt Bobb
Produced by: Matt Bobb Tiff Jimber: piano, synths, glock, vocals, background vocals Jonny Morrow: bass Eli Hludzick: drums Chris Peterson: guitars Matt Bobb: guitar, synths, glock, vocals, percussion |
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| 7. | Garage | Garage
Well the lights in this room don’t work
And there’s a fly on the floor In the alley crazy’s are screamin’ And my neighbor just slammed his car door Well I hear all these sounds in my garage downstairs The people are asleep if I sing , No body cares Keep pressing on, press it to the limit Till my limit is gone. Grabbing for every step Wonderin’ if it’s worth it And who’ll use me next. Keep makin’ my moves Waitin’ for the shot, where I know I can proove That I’ll keep givin’ it all that I got Till the day that I loose Well my room it has no windows but Two large automatic doors In the winter with the snow fall you know that I almost froze. But my smile it lasts For months at a time One day I’ll make some money When I sell all these rhymes. |
Garage
Credits
Words and Music by: Tiff Jimber
Produced by: Tiff Jimber Tiff Jimber: rhodes, synth, glock, vocals, background vocals Jonny Morrow: bass Eli Hludzick: drums Chris Peterson: guitar Matt Bobb: guitar, synths, percussion |
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| 8. | The Chase | The Chase
Back and forth with you
Changing these feelings for you Every time When they make their moves I run just to wait in line After the others don’t seem So new you say Baby you are mine This game we play Has no finish line I must love The chase The way That you hold the ball To my face Don't matter how far you throw this love away I'll bring it back to you Hard days long nights Every week for This love of mine Nothing to show but loosing streaks And oh well, Maybe next time Just when I think That we’ve made some progress You hold my head under water Can you play just a little less Can you wait a little longer Keep testing my patience How much more can a girl Take this Why do you waste all this time To build up your defense You know I’ll break down your layers How long How long How long |
The Chase
Credits
Words adn music by: Tiff Jimber/Matt Bobb
Produced by: Matt Bobb Tiff Jimber: piano, synths, glock, vocals, background vocals Jonny Morrow: bass Eli Hludzick: drums Chris Peterson: guitar Matt Bobb: synths, glock, percussion |
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| 9. | Say It | Say It
Standing on the street
When I heard your new in Brooklyn My heart skipped a beat And I knew that we were broken Tears of anguish fallin’ down Clouds start the rain & I run to catch the subway gone are the days of quiet chats and coffee we killed what we had with silence can’t find the words to put this behind us say it and I’ll let you go Give up all hope, just let me know We’ve traveled to long down this road Is it time to let you go? Leaves turn to gold As I reach to grab you number I put down the phone As I sit alone and wonder why is it hard to say these words To stubborn to let go to the hurt Far are the days when I knew you I don’t think we’ll get there in one call I’d like to have you in my life ‘cause your soul is my smile Say it and I will be there Give me a sign that you care We’ve traveled too long down this road Is it time to let you go? Say it an I will be there Give me a sign that you care Say it and I’ll let you go Is it time to let you go? |
Say It
Credits
Words and music by: Tiff Jimber/Matt Bobb
Produced by: Matt Bobb Tiff Jimber: piano, synth, vocals, background vocals Jonny Morrow: bass Eli Hludzick: drums, percussion Chris Peterson: guitar Matt Bobb: guitar, synth, percussion Paul Cristo: string composer Mark Robertson: violin Sam Fischer: violin Luke Maurer: viola Alisha Bauer: cello |
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| 10. | Burning At Both Ends | Burning At Both Ends
Setting out again
Chasing roads that never end Yearning never dies Long as the music flows and I Keep burning Burning at both ends I keep burning Burning at both ends Some days aren’t so great Goin’ no where at this rate Other nights are the best Pieces fit, pass another test I know what I want But where to find it is the never ending puzzle I know what I need A break in the embers so I can breathe |
Burning At Both Ends
Credits
Words and music by: Tiff Jimber
Produced by: Matt Bobb Tiff Jimber: piano, synths, vocals, background vocals Jonny Morrow: bass Eli Hludzick: drums, percussion Matt Bobb: guitar, percussion, synths Paul Cristo: string composer Mark Robertson: violin Sam Fischer: violin Luke Maurer: viola Alisha Bauer: cello |
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Perfectly
$5.00
Perfectly
Produced by Matt Bobb and Tiff Jimber
Engineered and mixed by Matt Bobb
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen at The Mastering Lab
Photography by Tim Melideo
Design by Seth Hill
All Songs written by Tiff Jimber Copy Right 2006 ASCAP
Except track2, written by Matt Bobb, Tiff Jimber
Except track 4, copyright 1975 r. Lamm Chicago Records Inc.
| 2. | Perfectly | Play | Perfectly
I’m stripped down naked
Standing in your room You’re bundled up I’m waiting for a glimpse of you It’s always like this I bare my soul all the time Your mouth is shut tight So is your mind We seem too different One open one closed This is our story and The way that it goes I’ll forget the words That you never say I’m starting to see This is how it’s gonna’ be To be loved We all compromise And you conform to me Sometimes We fit Perfectly You’re always hot and I’m striving for your heat You say I talk too much I never miss a beat I’m ready to fall apart You frustrate me to extremes You put your hands on me pull Tight at the seams I can’t change you You can’t change me and I’d Never want to anyways These things I now know Yes I can see You’ll covet your heart Away from me Push Pull Run away Don’t want to see you face Please don’t go away Push Pull Run away Don’t want to see your face Please don’t go away |
Perfectly
Credits
Keys,Piano,Vox-Tiff Jimber
Drums- Eli Hludzik Bass, Guitar- Matt Bobb |
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| 3. | Prove it to Me | Prove it to Me
Tell me why do you
hide behind your man baby? Scared to use your will Who knows if you can maybe You're terrified to see Or lack the skill To live the life you know you need So you'll just sit real still Stand up on your own two feet Make something of yourself go on and Prove it to me Your crippled back bone isn't so weak Can't support yourself Cause you're so blind and naive You hide you hide behind your man You hide He’s been in your life For quite a while He’s your boring comfort and everything When love’s lacking you Obey and smile Tethered to his cockring He’ll provide for you Yes daddy pays your bills That seems to suit you A leach without a will He confessed to your friends That’s he’s unsatisfied When you sleep upstairs Daddy’s not by your side He says that he can’t promise To be true And you accept that Cause what’s a poor girl to do? Your fairy tale bubble has sunck To the floor I wish I could catch you but I Can’t anymore Can’t leave your place in society Being on your own Baby cry to free |
Prove it to Me
Credits
Keys, Piano, Vox- Tiff Jimber
Drums, Bass, Guitar- Matt Bobb |
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| 4. | Amanda-Remix | Amanda-Remix
Amanda I was thinking yesterday
You're like a bug attracted to the disco light Fast nights and slow days A hard reality with your life spinning around Everyday lost in the haze Amanda you don't seem to care So tell me why tell me why should I I'm loosing all hope letting go of your rope Waving bye by by You don't seem to care So tell me why should I? You're falling hard like rain upon the street And when the sun dries you up Nothing's clean You're never neat Everyone has rinsed you off of his or her hands You say that you can't find help But I reach for you As you sink into the sand You need to love yourself Cause you're worth everything Don't listen to anybody else You need to love yourself Cause you're worth everything Don't listen to anybody else |
Amanda-Remix
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; vocals; piano; programing; synth
Ross Moskowitz: bass Matt Bobb: guitar Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 5. | Saturday in the Park | Play | Saturday in the Park
Saturday in the park
I think it was the fourth of july Saturday in the park I think it was the fourth of july People dancing, people laughing A man selling ice cream Singing italian songs (fake italian lyric) Can you dig it (yes, I can) And Ive been waiting such a long time For saturday Saturday in the park Youd think it was the fourth of july Saturday in the park Youd think it was the fourth of july People talking, really smiling A man playing guitar Singing for us all Will you help him change the world Can you dig it (yes, I can) And Ive been waiting such a long time For today Slow motion riders fly the colors of the day A bronze man still can tell stories his own way Listen children all is not lost All is not lost Funny days in the park Every days the fourth of july Funny days in the park Every days the fourth of july People reaching, people touching A real celebration Waiting for us all If we want it, really want it Can you dig it (yes, I can) And Ive been waiting such a long time For the day |
Saturday in the Park
Credits
Piano, Vox- Tiff Jimber |
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| 6. | Keep Pressn' On- Video | Keep Pressn' On- Video
Well the lights in this room
Don't work and there's a fly on the floor In the alley crazy's are scream' and my neighbor just slammed his car door. I hear all these sounds in my garage down stairs If the people are asleep when I sing, nobody cares. Keep pressn' on working to my limit till my limit is gone Grabbn' for every step wondering if it's worth it and who will use me next keep makn' my moves waiting for the shot where I know I can prove that I'll keep givn' it all that I got till the day that I loose Well this room it has no windows But two large automatic doors In the winter with the snow fall you know that I almost froze But my smile it last for months at a time and one day I'll make my money when I sell all these rhymes. Keep pressn' on working to my limit till my limit is gone Grabbn' for every step wondering if it's worth it and who will use me next keep makn' my moves waiting for the shot where I know I can prove that I'll keep givn' it all that I got till the day that I loose |
Keep Pressn' On- Video
Credits
Keys, Vox- Tiff Jimber
Bass- Andrew Synowiec Drums- Eli Hludzik |
Obstacles
$10.00
Obstacles
All words and muisc by Tiff Jimber
Produced by Tiff Jimber
Recorded by Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb, Adam Sussman, Carlos Dias
Mixed by tiff Jimber and Matt Bobb
| 1. | Hello | Play | Hello
Credits
Tiff Jimber: piano; programing
Eng: Tiff Jimber Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 2. | You Were Always There | Play | You Were Always There
Another day and the sun sets in your room
Sifting through your things my thoughts are consumed. Why do we have to get ill? Why the drugs just to make us happy? Why your bottle of pills? And the cancer in your belly? I thought I hated you for so many years Now I can't stop crying all of these tears. Thought that I'd be happy to see you leave Now I know you're someone that I really do need. Death of your presence is loneness that I can not bare. It was easy to hate you you were always There, there, there Oh so easy to hate you You were always ....there. And you call on the phone and wonder what is goin' on You tell me 'bout your day and moan to cover the pain I can feel your disease on the end of the line You say the sound of my voice is all that makes you smile Don't haunt me let me be I can feel you at my side Don't haunt me let me be You have a hold of my life You always made it so easy to hate you You were there, there, there You were there, there, there You were always there, there, there, there, there There, there, there, there. |
You Were Always There
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; synth; vocals; guitar; programing
Ross Moskowitz: bass Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb. Mixed: Matt Bobb Notes
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| 3. | Doin' Fine | Play | Doin' Fine
8-o-clock the sun shines through the pain
The headlines are blastn' I can’t wait to head on out again Swimming through an ocean Suffocated by cars The lights are blurn' red We slowly move ahead This is my day so far Racing against time Loosing all sense of life Feelings and mind Wish I could breath in the sky And you ask how I am Well I'm doing fine Maybe I'm loosing my mind Yeah, I'm doin' fine. Priorities weaken as I drift into my 9-5 Don't want to look back on yesterday To see it's wasted, livn' life to a plan I want stories full of memories And people to listen But days are quickly fading into hole... Lotta nothin' |
Doin' Fine
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; vocals; synth
David Pezzini: bass Matt Bobb: guitar Brian Connor: guitar Don Fortin: drums Eng: Adam Sussman Mix: Matt Bobb |
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| 4. | The Wall | Play | The Wall
He slammed the door in silence left her staring at a wall
She shouted her final word They bowed their last curtain call. Caught her in the street to say, “ Babe I was wrong” Both spoke out in silence A cat’s game was the call They walked further towards the brick wall. They made their way to the corner store Where they stood face to face Neither one saw the sadness in the other’s eyes. A brick wall had grown where there once was love Now stood strong and tall And they walked away And they walked away And they walked away From the brick wall. There’s always obstacles to climb No one there to catch your fall. Do you think of me when you’re lonely in your room? Cause you’re crampn’ up my brain Nothing else can get through Every now and then I think I see you up ahead. But it’s never what I hoped for Wishing you were there instead And I know you’re better off On your side Said I know you’re better off on your side I know you’re better off on your side I know you’re better off on your side Of the brick wall |
The Wall
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; vocals
Carlos Dias: Bass; guitar; programing Brian Connor: guitar Lefty: guitar Don Fortin: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Carlos Dias, Adam Sussman Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 5. | Amanda | Play | Amanda
Amanda I was thinking yesterday
You're like a bug attracted to the disco light Fast nights and slow days A hard reality with your life spinning around Everyday lost in the haze Amanda you don't seem to care So tell me why tell me why should I I'm loosing all hope letting go of your rope Waving bye by by You don't seem to care So tell me why should I? You're falling hard like rain upon the street And when the sun dries you up Nothing's clean You're never neat Everyone has rinsed you off of his or her hands You say that you can't find help But I reach for you As you sink into the sand You need to love yourself Cause you're worth everything Don't listen to anybody else You need to love yourself Cause you're worth everything Don't listen to anybody else |
Amanda
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; vocals; piano; programing; synth
Ross Moskowitz: bass Matt Bobb: guitar Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 6. | Ape 7 | Play | Ape 7
Knew you for six years
Met you on a California day You were from Michigan You were so kind And when camp was over We promised we would write You traveled the world You saw all the sights I caught up on where you'd been You saw the great wall The jungles of Thailand The Brooklyn Bridge You say it all I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come? You're home was in the hills with the stars Mine at the world famous zoo And we'd jam for hours When you drove on through I still have your books I play every while How little they were worth Now they're all I have I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come? You loved music you wouldn't let it die You loved animals converted to vegan While I ordered a steak With a side of fries I saw you at the cafe I sat by the fire And you strummed all of my tunes And you came to see me play in the smoke filled rooms I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come? I don't believe that you died I hear you playing They Might Be Giants "I am the entertainer, and I know just where I stand." You're not dead You're still here You're not dead Aren't you still here? You're not dead, I don't believe no, You're still here You're not dead, aren’t you still here? I have a gig next week, aren't you gonna come??? |
Ape 7
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; synth; vocals
Ross Moskowitz: bass Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 7. | Watch Me Drown | Play | Watch Me Drown
I’ve been whipped around and beaten’ down
The bills at my back are gain’n fast And I don’t even know where I belong anymore I see lights on in homes But none can I call my own Hey, hey, Sit right back and just Watch me drown I know it’s hard to keep your head above the waves When your world is crashing down I know I’ll be on firm ground soon But for now …..just Watch me drown My feet are fury with the rats that use me as their Second home I’ve been down so long I forgot which way is up I pray for a sign but all I find is bad luck Can’t anybody hear what I say? Can’t make it through one more day |
Watch Me Drown
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; synth; vocals
David Pezzini: bass Brian Connor: guitar Don Fortin: drums Kelvin Underwood: hand percussion Eng: Adam Sussman, Matt Bobb Mix: Matt Bobb, Tiff Jimber |
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| 8. | So What | Play | So What
I left the office with the faces that made it
The prison I the refugee I tried my best but I couldn’t fake it The straight and narrow path isn't meant to be So what if I'm not who I thought I was supposed to be So what if I'm not Who I thought I was supposed to be Will you still love me? Graduate now you need a job Cause everybody else has something Make your way up the social ladder But in the end does it matter When at night You collapse in bed Close your eyes and admit defeat Despise yourself What you've become What you could be How quickly a life plan can change Everything that you ever hoped for You stand up and you rearrange Move on Stronger than before who I was who I was who I was |
So What
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; vocals; piano; synth; programing
Ross Moskowitz: bass Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 9. | Backwards | Play | Backwards
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Backwards
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; synth; vocals
Ross Moskowitz: bass Brian Wilson: drums Eng: Tiff Jimber, Matt Bobb Mix: Tiff Jimber |
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| 10. | Gone | Play | Gone
It's been a while since I've spoken' words so true
Skated on your body of ice Fell straight through Now I realize the mistake that I have made Given' to a boy But given' to late I'm gone And there's no one in my place I'd never wish this on you But I'm gone, gone, gone And there's nothing you can do for a girl that loves you But is gone I am gone You never wished for this We both knew I'd have to leave Like changes in the wind I'd blow away like a leaf I guess we pushed Reality underneath the rug Crawled into the comfortable Left the rest up to luck I wouldn't take a second back It was all worth the world I'd give anything just to stay here and be your girl |
Gone
Credits
Tiff Jimber: words/music; piano; vocals; programing
Yalley Kievsky: strings Paul Cristo: string arrangement Joe Gyomber: harmonica Eng: Matt Bobb, Tiff Jimber Mix: Tiff Jimber |




















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