[94] 18. Counting Crows - Round Here

[1994] 18. Counting Crows - Round Here 

Counting Crows - August and Everything After ('93, 1st) 

1. Round Here [5:32] 

2. Omaha [3:40] 

3. Mr. Jones [4:33] 

4. Perfect Blue Buildings [5:01] 

5. Anna Begins [4:32] 

6. Time and Time Again [5:13] 

7. Rain King [4:16] 

8. Sullivan Street [4:29] 

9. Ghost Train [4:01] 

10. Raining in Baltimore [4:41] 

11. A Murder of One [5:44] 

Matt Malley - vocals, guitar, bass 

David Bryson - vocals, guitar 

Charlie Gillingham - vocals, accordion, piano, Hammond B-3 organ, Chamberlain 

Adam Duritz - vocals, piano, harmonica 

Steve Bowman - vocals, drums 

Additional personnel : 

David Immergluck - vocals, guitar, pedal steel guitar, mandolin, mandocello 

Bill Dillon - guitar, guitorgan 

T-Bone Burnett - guitar 

Denny Fongheiser - drums, percussions 

Maria McKee, Gary Louris, Mark Olson - background vocals 

1. Round Here 

Step out the front door like a ghost 

Into the fog where no one notices 

The contrast of white on white 

And in between the moon and you 

The angels get a better view 

Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right 

I walk in the air between the rain 

Through myself and back again 

Where? I don't know 

Maria says she's dying 

Through the door I hear her crying 

Why? I don't know 

Round here 

we always stand up straight 

Round here 

something radiates 

Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand 

She said she'd like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis 

She walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land 

Just like she's walking on a wire in the circus 

She parks her car outside of my house 

Takes her clothes off 

Says she's close to understanding Jesus 

She knows she's more than just a little misunderstood 

She has trouble acting normal when she's nervous 

Round here 

we're carving out our names 

Round here 

we all look the same 

Round here 

we talk just like lions 

But we sacrifice like lambs 

Round here 

she's slipping through my hands 

Sleeping children got to run like the wind 

Out of the lightning dream 

Mama's little baby better get herself in 

Out of the lightning 

She says, "It's only in my head." 

She says, "Shhh....I know it's only in my head." 

But the girl on the car in the parking lot 

says: "Man, you should try to take a shot 

Can't you see my walls are crumbling?" 

Then she looks up at the building 

And says she's thinking of jumping 

She says she's tired of life 

She must be tired of something 

Round here 

she's always on my mind 

Round here 

I got lots of time 

Round here 

we're never sent to bed early 

Nobody makes us wait 

Round here 

we stay up very very late