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Some Kind of Cure

from Some Kind of Cure by David Berkeley

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In the morning,
Bells kept ringing.
You were calling.
No one’s listening.

And no one knew the reason why.
No one knew the reason why they rang.

At the table,
You were crying.
I was unsure
How to reach you.

You opened up your arms,
Opened up your arms to let me in.

Corsica, I’m calling from over here.
Oh sorceress, come conjure up some kind of cure.

Please hold me like you used to, baby.
Hold me like you would.
Please hold me like you know what I’m going through.

Some have told us,
Keep your distance.
There are secrets
That we keep here.

And that’s as close as you will get.
That’s as close as you will ever get.

Corsica, I’m calling from over here.
It’s dangerous to open up more and more.
So sorceress, come conjure up some kind of cure.

Please hold me like you used to, baby.
Hold me like you would.
Hold me like you know what I’m going through.
Hold me like you used to, baby.
Hold me like you would.
Please hold me like you know what I’m going through.

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from Some Kind of Cure, released January 25, 2011
Words and music by David Berkeley.
Straw Man 2010. ASCAP

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David Berkeley Santa Fe, New Mexico

The San Francisco Chronicle calls Santa Fe-based songwriter and author David Berkeley a “musical poet,” and the New York Times praises his “lustrous, melancholy voice with shades of Tim Buckley and Nick Drake.” He was a guest on This American Life, and has released 7 studio albums and 2 books. He is also half of the wildly creative Trans-Atlantic costumed duo Son of Town Hall. ... more

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