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I Could Cry My Eyes Out
03:14
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In the cardhouse ghetto
On the concrete swamp
The Thief he shouts, "don't move"
Shots rang out
she kissed my tattoo
Footprints in blood
On hardwood floor
Read like omens in the night
Toward the wolfhouse door
The dead end trick
Got the cash from the drawer
Honey, I could hit the streets in rage
For blood I could lash out
Honey, I could cry my eyes out
For cryin' out loud
In the middle of the night
When the news came
Of a crimson rain
Over the radio waves
Sick and confused I just turned away
And the inbred, born rich, bastard grins
And his little hands make little fists
And give AR-15s to blue eyes kids
Honey, I could hit the streets in rage
For blood I could lash out
Honey, I could cry my eyes out
For cryin' out loud
The tv set is drilled into my head
I mainline the news while I'm safe in bed
Watch 'em try and collect a dead man's debt...
Honey, I could hit the streets in rage
For blood I could lash out
Honey, I could cry my eyes out
For cryin' out loud
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2. |
Self Righteous Blues
02:58
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i wanna spend money
like Winston Churchill
i choke on this big house
that i can't afford
i wanna fear everything
outside the town
where i grew up
where i rot over ground
and i got a big job
'cos i'm a big man
i keep my world as small as i can
drug me to sleep on my daddy's land
i'm terrified
and I don't understand
and I vote for war
but too yellow to fight
my heart's on the sleeve
of my armchair tonight
i'm a self righteous sinner
and I've seen the light
y'all must be wrong
cuz I'm always right
all of that oxy has pock marked my head
my wife and I sleep in separate beds
I know what I'm doin
this all makes sense
i don't pay mind to what anyone says
my bathroom is the pharmacy where I go to hide
from every small truth that makes up my life
hell, I paid good cash to tattoo the lies
deep in my skin until I wrinkle and diìiiiiikkkķkkkiiwieisbajisjene
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3. |
Getaway Driver
03:26
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4. |
Lily Of The Hollow
02:57
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5. |
90 and Rising
04:44
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Blowing through the cattails and meadow grass
From hotel halls through urban sprawl
I'm pounding on the gas
I can't see the truck stops for the gasoline
when the axle is due to crack
and the engine's giving out on me
Over thoroughfares and rivers and interstates
The earth engulfs the roots of smoke
and it's choking more each day
Coal is still and stacked in freights as far as I can see
while the BNSF is runnin' steady right along me
It's 90 and risin' at the Kansas City line
I can't put the breaks on or pull off to the side
The mirage on the road ahead is playing with my eyes
When it's 90 and rising at the Kansas City line
After months unheard I got word from a roaming friend
He said he'd been run ragged
and now he's burning through the rims
Brother is traveling overseas for land he's yet to claim
I swear I'll do the same on the blood of saints that runs through our good name
It's 90 and risin' at the Kansas City line
I can't put the breaks on or pull off to the side
The mirage on the road ahead is playing with my eyes
When it's 90 and rising at the Kansas City line.
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6. |
You Can't Have Both
03:56
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I say I want a woman to love
That will love me back the same
To hold close through the violent gales,
hail,
and whipping rain
And at nightfall
when I'm restless again
And the medicine is the road
As I paint every dreamed mile and temporary home
I choke and tell myself
You can't have both
In dark denim and leather boots
And through tourmaline eyes
She raged against my surrender
to the moon and turning tides
And the night passed and morning came
My eyes burned through the road
As every mile pulled me in more
Her words cut to my bones
I nearly broke
And told myself
You can't have both
I say I want a woman to love
That will love me back the same
To hold close through the tornadoes
and wild and whipping rain
And at nightfall when I'm anxious again
She'll see I'm in the throes
As I'm carving through each painted mile
I've stacked up in tomes ...
I am awoke
And tell myself
You can't have both
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7. |
What You Want Now
03:01
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I've come to drink from the deep cool wells of your eyes
To freely cross the threshold of your door
To see you turn your lamp low
To let your hair down
To let your gown fall from your shoulders to the floor
I can see you peering out the keyhole in your door
Below the porch where I sit on my brain
And bellow, "love if only fleeting is still love, for any love at all is never love in vain."
I ain't the man you're scared of
I ain't the man you need
I ain't the man who's been haunting your past
Honey, I'm the man that you want now
And what you want right now won't always last
Whisper in my ear
and I'll send fire down your spine
Grip your bed
I'll carve into your walls
To finally excavate your misshapen fears
To free yourself from them once and for all
Should you be awoken by the hindges on the door
Or by a creak coming from the stairs
Remember darling, this is what you wanted
And don't ever be ashamed of lying bare
I ain't what you're scared of
I ain't what you need
I ain't the fear that settled in your cracks
Honey, I'm just something you want now
Now is the future as the present is the past...
And what you want right now don't always last
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8. |
Full Buck Moon
02:58
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Starin' blue
At the full buck moon
A second floor motel room
It's my best guess
And I'm best to bet
The night is nowhere near through
Low clouds hang
Over the great plains
Starin' out with a fever comin' on
Cold and long are the hours 'til dawn
My past is nothing but gone (nowehere near gone)
She's shackled and chained
In my memory always
And I've thrown away the one and only key
I never rest and rest I won't get
Until I can break her free
Her ghost comes to life
Aims through iron sights
Puts three right into my head
One for when we met
One for when she left
One for what could have been
Starin' blue at the full buck moon
A second floor motel room
It's my best guess
I'm best to bet
That the night is nowhere near through
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9. |
10 Dollars of Comfort
03:52
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the cat's on the counter
the dog is on her hind
while the tip of my tongue
fights the back of my mind
there's garbage in the mailbox
and the sky is full of clouds
the garden is gettin' anxious
for the rain to come down
there's cash in the cupboard
and daddy is at the motel
the blue glow of the TV
shinin' off the windowsill
$10 of comfort
is $10 on the bill
the drunkard in the corner
tussles with his past
his eyes full of soot
with fire in his glass
and his paycheck has gone to ashes
and his hands always burn
his numbers never hit
and that boy won't ever learn
and the 9th hour woman
come out to talk trash
to the lonely men walkin'
with the shadows on their backs
to buy $10 of comfort
for $10 cold hard cash
there's gold in the cradle
but the evidence is vague
i've grown weary of the virtues
from one million loud mouth saints
they say, "mama, they don't pray like us"
while they don't pray at all
and big brother takes confession
in a fast food bathroom stall
he ties the tourniquet
and sees the light
there's no penance
if God don't mind
just $10 of comfort
and a habit for life
go ahead and check the clock
is he on time?
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10. |
Black Flag Patch
04:08
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There's a boy by a bridge with a beer in a sack
He's sleepin' by the tracks
He laughs to himself
He laughs and laughs
He was raised in dirt
born straight white trash
With a deadbeat dad
His mama went mad
When the screen door slammed
He never looked back
Enough for the bus stashed in his hat
He's got a black denim jacket
with a black flag patch
His front tooth cracked
and scars on his face like rivers on a map
He's got a kitchen tattoo of a girl's name
He knows whereever she's gone she got one the same
In the summer she could be in the city by the lake
In the wintertime in the city by the bay
In the fall or spring she could be between
The end of east bay and new orleans
She's a 1-4-5 and every note between
He awoke from a dream of snow
and a memory of Idaho
He rubbed his eyes,
cleared his throat,
grabbed his shit
And he hit the road
His thumb held out
Bag on his back
Wind blew his hat
His boot heels flapped
Sweaty hands dried on his pants
Sun shinin' on his black flag patch
Sun shinin' on his black flag patch
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Gar Clemens Greensboro, North Carolina
Gar Clemens' delightful Americana-influenced-folk debut full-length may be simple, sleepy and comforting, but it is also thematically captivating, and all too capable of stirring up the kind of nagging life sentiments usually reserved for when your head hits the pillow. (Jamie Downes // 07/01/14//United Kingdom) ... more
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