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Ten Mile Tide
bossman3188
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Anyone hear of them? I think they are a really good band. http://www.tenmiletide.com you can download their songs. I doubt you would find them in stores because they are not big. They are a San Fransisco band. There is a song I really like of theirs called "My Child". Here are the lyrics, if you like them check out the band. These lyrics tell a story, pretty cool.
My Child
A young man sits on a stained city street,
Begging for change or something to eat,
He sways and he shivers just trying to keep warm,
As he numbly awaits the oncoming storm,
His indifferent face like a marble bust stands,
An unfeeling shell that once housed a man,
Can’t remember how living used to be
When living was free of dirt, despair and need
Feels like his life's a book that's already been written,
Published the day he decided on quittin'.
Well, eyes glazed over, he takes in the scene,
Still, it hits him hard and leaves him feelin' mean,
On the corner is the woman they call Rags,
Was once a 50's celluloid housewife,
With three kids, a dog, perfect lonely life,
Had a Colgate smile and a membership card,
Till her husband convinced her to try something hard,
Well, it's hard enough in this life to make a go at it,
But it's harder still tryin' to do it and support a habit.
Oh, my child, why do you cry
Oh, my love, they let you slide
Well, the young man watching has seen enough,
So he slowly gets up and gathers up his stuff,
Through his hair he feels the wind, cold and blowing,
As he starts down the street neither coming nor going,
Then the sun runs away like a torch through the mist,
And home go the people whom fortune has kissed,
This dreadlocked warrior squints at the signs,
Searching for the place he's always trying to find,
But the shelter's all full and the doors are all shut,
And the cold is a knife that burns as it cuts.
So he ducks through the alley and heads for the park,
Finally gets there well after dark,
But the trash cans're ready and the gang's all there,
As the life-support flames leap high in the air.
He sidles on up and collapses in a heap,
And breaks out the bottle hopes of gettin' some sleep.
There's an old man sittin' next to him,
Whose time's been too long and whose mind's grown dim,
He keeps speaking of a ghost that he calls Kristen,
As his friends thoughtlessly pass him the bottle of gin,
Oh, my child, why do you cry
Oh, my love, they let you slide
Oh, my child, why do you cry
Oh, my love, they let you slide
My Child
A young man sits on a stained city street,
Begging for change or something to eat,
He sways and he shivers just trying to keep warm,
As he numbly awaits the oncoming storm,
His indifferent face like a marble bust stands,
An unfeeling shell that once housed a man,
Can’t remember how living used to be
When living was free of dirt, despair and need
Feels like his life's a book that's already been written,
Published the day he decided on quittin'.
Well, eyes glazed over, he takes in the scene,
Still, it hits him hard and leaves him feelin' mean,
On the corner is the woman they call Rags,
Was once a 50's celluloid housewife,
With three kids, a dog, perfect lonely life,
Had a Colgate smile and a membership card,
Till her husband convinced her to try something hard,
Well, it's hard enough in this life to make a go at it,
But it's harder still tryin' to do it and support a habit.
Oh, my child, why do you cry
Oh, my love, they let you slide
Well, the young man watching has seen enough,
So he slowly gets up and gathers up his stuff,
Through his hair he feels the wind, cold and blowing,
As he starts down the street neither coming nor going,
Then the sun runs away like a torch through the mist,
And home go the people whom fortune has kissed,
This dreadlocked warrior squints at the signs,
Searching for the place he's always trying to find,
But the shelter's all full and the doors are all shut,
And the cold is a knife that burns as it cuts.
So he ducks through the alley and heads for the park,
Finally gets there well after dark,
But the trash cans're ready and the gang's all there,
As the life-support flames leap high in the air.
He sidles on up and collapses in a heap,
And breaks out the bottle hopes of gettin' some sleep.
There's an old man sittin' next to him,
Whose time's been too long and whose mind's grown dim,
He keeps speaking of a ghost that he calls Kristen,
As his friends thoughtlessly pass him the bottle of gin,
Oh, my child, why do you cry
Oh, my love, they let you slide
Oh, my child, why do you cry
Oh, my love, they let you slide
there'll be time for laughin'
there's no time to cry
soon i will be leavin'
look me in the eye
no matter what's in front of me
it's your face that i'll see
there's no time to cry
soon i will be leavin'
look me in the eye
no matter what's in front of me
it's your face that i'll see
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