SOPHIA - MISCELLANEOUS TRACKS Reminds me of the sun (SOPHIA / OBX COLLABORATION) god I hate this place when you see the sun it just reminds me of the rain, yeah I gotta run with the river to the sea like my baby’s coming home that’s where I wanna be gotta run with the river to the sea like my baby’s coming home it’s where I wanna be I don't think I'll ever change (LIVE TRACK) under the lights with my head in my hands well I can feel the shaking starting again but your eyes but your eyes stare [at blank end???] well, I know you don't understand but sometimes there's some things that can never be explained but I don't think I'll ever change but God I'm sorry again Dreaming (LIVE TRACK) We closed our eyes And I began dreaming But you weren’t used to the stops and starts and the silent screams You held me close and said you could sense the torment inside me You even touched my cheek to see if I was still breathing But I was only dreaming But I was only dreaming Chelsea Hotel (Leonard Cohen) (LIVE COVER) I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were talking so brave and so sweet giving me head on the unmade bed while the limousines wait in the street Those were the reasons and that was New York we were running for the money and the flesh. And that was called love for the workers in song probably still is for those of them left Ah but you got away, didn't you babe you just turned your back on the crowd you got away, I never once heard you say I need you, I don't need you I need you, I don't need you and all of that jiving around I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel you were famous, your heart was a legend You told me again you preferred handsome men but for me you would make an exception And clenching your fist for the ones like us who are oppressed by the figures of beauty you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind we are ugly but we have the music" And then you got away, didn't you babe... I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best I can't keep track of each fallen robin I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel that's all, I don't even think of you that often Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys (Ed and Patsy Bruce) (LIVE COVER) Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love A cowboy ain't easy to love And he's harder to hold And it means more to him to give you a song Than silver or gold Budweiser buckles and soft faded Levi's And each night begins a new day If you can't understand him And he don't die young He'll probably just ride away Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love A cowboy loves smokey ole pool rooms And clear mountain mornings Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night Them that don't know him won't like him And them that do sometimes won't know how to take him He's not wrong, he's just different But his pride won't let him Do things to make you thing he's right Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such Mammas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys They'll never stay home and they're always alone Even with someone they love Old Man (Neil Young) (LIVE COVER) Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man look at my life, Twenty four and there's so much more Live alone in a paradise That makes me think of two. Love lost, such a cost, Give me things that don't get lost. Like a coin that won't get tossed Rolling home to you. Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you I need someone to love me the whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true. Lullabies, look in your eyes, Run around the same old town. Doesn't mean that much to me To mean that much to you. I've been first and last Look at how the time goes past. But I'm all alone at last. Rolling home to you. Old man take a look at my life I'm a lot like you I need someone to love me the whole day through Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true. Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Old man look at my life, I'm a lot like you were. Everyday Is Like Sunday (Morrissey) (LIVE COVER) Trudging slowly over wet sand Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is the coastal town That they forgot to close down Armageddon - come armageddon! Come, armageddon! come! Everyday is like sunday Everyday is silent and grey Hide on the promenade Etch a postcard: How I dearly wish I was not here In the seaside town ...that they forgot to bomb Come, come, come - nuclear bomb Everyday is like sunday Everyday is silent and grey Trudging back over pebbles and sand And a strange dust lands on your hands (and on your face...) (on your face ...) (on your face ...) (on your face ...) Everyday is like sunday Win yourself a cheap tray Share some greased tea with me Everyday is silent and grey Call Me On Your Way Back Home (Ryan Adams) (HOME RECORDING) Oh baby why do I miss you like I do Oh I miss my sweet And the birds all singing blue And white And white Call me on your way back home, dear Cause I miss you Honey I ain’t nothing new Oh baby why did I treat you like I did Honey I was just a kid Bubblegum on my shoe But you love me and I love you Call me on your way back home, dear Cause I miss you And I just wanna die without you Oh I just wanna die without you Yeah I just wanna die without you Without you Honey I ain’t nothing new