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Bitterkiss
03:25
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When you’re close enough to burn…
Open hearts can always learn…
Deep inside the gut returns to take the reins.
Flights of love… rubies and chains...
Volumes and scrolls can not explain...
Why the fire behind her eyes has gotta fade.
But when she dreams… nothing can stop her…
She commands a starship cruiser…
And the shroud falls when morning comes…
And she prays…
BitterKiss…
Oh yeeaaah …
One more for the road.
And the river flows… and so it goes...
Can’t stop the wheel… she knows...
Like a misty crooked smile behind the pain.
Let ‘em spin… let ‘em growl…
Pack your bag... get outta town...
Not a speck or sound of sermons on the plain.
But when she dreams… nothing can stop her…
She commands the starship cruiser…
And a shroud falls when morning comes…
And she prays…
BitterKiss…
Oh yeeaaah…
One more for the road.
Joy… all she’s ever wanted…
Then she turns her tiller south.
Bliss… one thing she can’t live without...
It burns all the way down... yea...
BitterKiss… oh yeeaaah... one more...
BitterKiss… oh yeeaaah… just one more...
BitterKiss… oh yeeaaah…
...one more for the road....
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Dancin' Wheel
03:51
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Step into this big ‘ol house with your hippy braids… and innocent smile. Fade like arctic ice… fade like time before the ghosts… fade the modern world away… for a petticoat beauty and her ragamuffin host.
Creeping vines can restrain… that’ll never do… dreams can help you fly… but please don’t misconstrue… promise for the dream… illusion for the real. Go on … walk away, Renae…turn the dancing wheel.
Oozing old-world charm… sashay down the jaded hall. Bucha ya gotta face the ghosts… warts... mist... regrets and all. You can criticize … but they won’t listen well. And i guess we can't know... 'cos only time will tell.
Creeping vines can restrain… but that’ll never do… dreams can help you fly… but please don’t misconstrue… a promise for the dream… illusion for the real. Go on … walk away, Renae... turn the dancing wheel.
And now she’s settled in (wheel dancin’ ghosts)… finally found a place on the wheel… made herself a deal (cowboy boots and petticoats)… to stop conjuring ghosts. They can criticize… but she wasn't listening anyway ('round the spectral post)… and everything’s ok… for a petticoat dancer on the wheel of time.
Creeping vines can restrain… but that’ll never do… dreams can help you fly … but please don’t misconstrue… a promise for the dream… illusion for the real.
Go on … walk away, Renae.
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Geisterfahrer
03:51
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Mary Sanchez... fell in love... and time with her Romeo was never enough. Headin' southbound Santa Fe... makin' plans for their big day... in a red Ford sedan on a sunny Saturday. Off into the early morn... waved goodbye with a kiss... for a beauty salon on the south side of her bliss.
And you who carry the world without an alibi... turn away from the river of tears... there's so much pressure on you... too much to do... ain't no time.
Jimmy James Fitch... came unhinged... a playa’ livin' large drove a jet black 'cedes Benz. Fell on hard times... conditions so unkind... lost direction... lost perception... and finally lost his mind. Turned his Benz into Santa Fe... headin' north on a southbound lane... with the pedal to the metal... determination on his face.
And you who carry the world without an alibi... turn away from the river of tears. There's so much pressure on you... too much to do... ain't no time.
Mary's Romeo got the call... found Jimmy James Fitch... found Mary... saw it all. Saw the red Ford sedan... the black Mercedes Benz... tangled up in a blacktop bed of shattered diamonds.
And you who carry the world without an alibi... dive deep into the river of tears... and meander to the ocean... there's nothin' but time now... time... time... time... time to cry.
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Harvest Crew
03:38
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It’s hard for a woman to light in this world...
With men who feel threatened by unafraid girls...
Who strike a fine balance ‘tween helpless and wise...
Then fight the hearth battles the rest of their lives.
I live on the poor side… my extras are few...
Approached by a boy in the harvester’s crew...
He hits me up daily… by night and by day...
Then they all get loaded and he goes away.
Your parents don’t like me because i speak plain...
They say there’s no way we … can weather the strain...
I work for my money… i buy my own boots…
And if they don’t like me they can just pass on through.
Your guitar is mellow… come change up your strings...
Come sit down beside me… and harmony sing...
My guitar... it shimmers… it don’t need new strings...
And fare thee well darling… i can’t wear your ring.
Your truck is near empty… your battery’s dead...
Come sit down beside me… as long as you can...
My truck warmed up now… my phone’s in my hand...
And fare thee well darling… no longer to stand.
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MOAB
03:48
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I've had this feeling since i don't know when...
Pushin' out my game from a 12-gauge pen...
I'm reckless... don't know why.
It's hard to anchor to a holograph...
Hard to carry tunage in a holy sack...
I'm racked yea... ready to ride.
But ridin's kinda pointless when there's nowhere to go...
An endless field of strangers from above and below...
Weightless.
And prayin's not an option when you can't find your soul...
When the naked truth exposed reveals a gaping hole.
I'm paid out... ready to ride.
I gotta black bomb and it’s tickin’ away...
Gonna take it out on the blue highway.
Blue Highway.
Gonna make a change... gonna start today...
Gonna tie the branches down and throw them away...
I know... overdue.
Try... try... try again but just can't see...
Someone pulled the rug out from under me...
I swear... dunno who.
I had myself convinced it was the real deal...
And how can one resist such a strong appeal...
Guilty.
But somewhere deep inside i know i'll find some truth...
And hold it high so everyone can see it too...
The pearl... from the shoe.
I gotta black bomb and it’s tickin’ away...
Gonna take it out on the blue highway.
Blue Highway...
I'm ready to ride.
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Pulp & Ink
02:33
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In the days of two ought and one… pulp & ink!
In the days of two ought and one… pulp & ink!
In the days of two ought and one… writin’ news is all i'd done.
Hand me down my pulp… my pulp… my pulp & ink.
In the days of two ought and two… pulp & ink!
In the days of two ought and two… pulp & ink!
In the days of two ought and two… writin’ news is all i do.
Hand me down my pulp… my pulp… my pulp & ink
In the days of two ought and three… pulp & ink!
In the days of two ought and three… pulp & ink!
In the days of two ought and three… writin’s all i cared to be.
Hand me down my pulp… my pulp… my pulp & ink
In the days of two ought and four… pulp & ink!
In the days of two ought and four… pulp & ink!
Since the days of two ought and four… don’t write news any more.
Throw away my pulp… my pulp… my pulp & ink
They invented internet… pulp & ink!
They invented internet… pulp & ink!
They invented internet… now anyone can hypertext.
Throw away my pulp… my pulp… my pulp & ink
Reach a hundred folks to my one… pulp & ink!
Reach a thousand folks to my one… pulp & ink!
Reach ten thousand folks to my one… this used to be fun.
Throw away my pulp… my pulp… my pulp & ink
Come, you ink-stained wretch.
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Tomorrow
03:33
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I see… you made up your mind…
Changes dead ahead.
And given everything they said…
I wouldn’t blame you if you left.
No rebuke for indiscretion…
Lord knows… you paid your toll.
For my part… i never held you back…
Bought the ticket to your show.
But... who knows why…
We play the game we play…
Sometimes the sorrow…
Complicates our day… but…
I’d buy... any worldly fantasy...
I’d mount any hard-drive of trouble…
Just to see you… tomorrow.
I don't doubt your dedication…
Or question your resolve.
Beaten bloody by the side of the road…
Round and round… the world evolves.
All the while the sea has parted…
Hurry through the muck.
And reach the other side of hope…
Never counting on your luck.
But... who knows why…
We play the game we play…
Sometimes the sorrow…
Complicates our day… but…
I’d buy... any worldly fantasy...
I’d mount any hard-drive of trouble…
Just to see you… tomorrow.
Don't forget… i'm right there behind you...
And i see the things you’re going through...
I would mount any hard drive of trouble…
…and release my bitter fantasy…
Just to be… here tomorrow.
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Umbrellas in the Sun
03:30
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Come dancin' in…
To a field of umbrellas...
Where all is sweet...
And everyone smiles.
Come for a while...
Send your troubles to tarry...
Where those far behind...
Move up the line.
Come with a song...
And a warm wistful heart...
And call on a friend...
To be for a while.
Come as you are...
For a week or a lifetime...
Now to the sunset...
Drink it all in.
And don't cry...
Umbrellas in the sun...
Save us from the light.
Don't cry...
There's room for everyone...
Hiding away from...
The giver of life.
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