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Ooo lover girl
Ooo lover boy
It’s just another night in this crazy mixed up world
Ooo la la la la la la la la la la
Ooo la la la la la
Ain’t no call for you to cry
Ain’t no time to roll and rub your knees to your thighs
Like a man whose lost his way
Lost his dignity and is now to drunk to play
Standing at the bar you curse
Another asshole with a song, your not a first
It’s time to have yoru say
Sit down my friend, it’s just not your day
Ooo la la la la la la la la la la
Ooo la la la la la
Oh citified, to hip say good bye
Dry humping on a stool
Another boy, another girl, another parade of cool
Going down to your knees
I love these kids, they don’t even have to say please
Ooo la la la la la la la la la la
Ooo la la la la la
Ooooo, lover girl
Oooooo lover boy
It’s just another night
In this crazy, spinning world
Ooo la la la la la la la la la la
Ooo la la la la la
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Oh Holy Hell
02:35
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Last night I stumbled out
and laid down on the ground.
The world like an ice globe,
fractured and spinning round
Ass in the dirt,
reaching for the stars,
coming up empty
mind and body at war
Oh holy hell, my head has exploded,
corn liquor and mushrooms mashing up my brain.
The sun will rise like a harridan hooker,
I’ll be hiding my eyes, hopeful for some rain.
The Town Pump rocked last night,
we tore up the place,
spilled out on State St.
completely shitfaced.
Then we laughed and laughed and laughed
as the paper wall fell.
I collapsed into the night,
you guys were wishing me well
I40 comes to me
and not to gently.
Passed out in a pick up truck,
hoping for the rain -
Black Mountain won’t ever be the same
Last night in The Cave,
standing at the bar,
another night another town,
another chance at war.
I'm going down,
sinking down,
so far down.
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3. |
Turns Into Stars
02:41
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Conversations and love affairs
Drifting through the night
Slurring drunks and captive eyes
Locked into my sight
it’s past midnight free fall to morning
and I’m watching you float past my table
My feet frozen, body unable
To exercise the command
my mouth cannot handle
All these drunks in all these dives
Every night bring new life
Struggle through, dawn to dusk
Use misery in the clutch
Know consequences
breathing in present tenses
Trying to conjure their senses
With words and drink
Tying up sentences
And find some meaning
to it all
See the sunlight filtering
Through the evening leaves
Dance across the Sweet William
in the evening breeze
hot air swells, the rains refuse to tell
a dragonfly glides across the lawn
through the baby’s breadth and
on out through to dawn
floating fireflies turn into stars
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Ain't No Sunshine
03:06
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Dusk To Dawn
04:04
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From dusk to dawn while you’re at home,
the freaks are out and the poets roam
In a crowd I’m all alone
Silently sitting, they pass by
Where once I walked and now I lie
slowly while my demons die
dragonflies swarm in a dance
beating their wings against romance
The summer winds are dying down, today
The stars have nothing left to say
From dusk to dawn while your out high
Uneasy sleep no reasons why
You are who you are, no questions rise
in the morning when I wake
your laying there for me to take
A kiss holds you down, my own to make
Flying on silver wings
chaos tugs my heartstrings
The summer winds are blowing today
dragonflies will have their way
From dusk to dawn while we’re at home,
the freaks are out and the poets roam
in the dark I sit alone
Your upstairs in your dreams
Sleep, a poets requiem
Dragonfly’s flitting in
Summer sun rise citrine
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Roll Away Slowly
05:22
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On your knees and on your elbows,
the noisy prayer flows
from your soul into your mouth
then out in to the room
And like a corner preacher preaches
to the sidewalk walking masses,
your words fall on deaf ears
and your heart falls on the floor
And where’s my salvation,
where’s my reward.
I’ve thwarted temptation -
left the devil at my door
It’s here you present your offering
for the people who sit suffering
and the ones bent on crushing,
their lifetimes that you dread.
So you reach down to the challis
and bring it to your lips,
drink deep from the spirits
and fall into yourself.
No need for salvation,
you have your reward.
There is no temptation,
no devil at my door
Redemption and conquest
over demons in your eyes.
It’s here you find the very best,
it’s here you damn the lies
It’s then you remember
the times the spirits found you
and lifted you up from nothing,
then delivered you to yourself
Here’s my salvation
here’s my reward,
embrace the temptation,
let the devil in my door
Now the neon glows like stain glass
in a sunlit reverie,
elevating the evenings bombast
and throwing it to gods door.
The sound blows like a trumpet
for all those who care to hear,
breaking down your walls of silence
and rumbling through your fear.
Embrace my salvation.
Feel my reward.
Succumb to your temptation,
let the devil in your door
The alcohol burns the rafters,
on the morning of hereafters,
when the saints have only laughter,
to run the sinners off to bed.
So we roll away slowly,
from this place, so holy,
where the streetlight floats so ghostly,
in the early morning fog
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7. |
Dave Long Ain't Nobody
07:35
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Riding along the Billy Graham,
past the strip clubs and the whores and the men.
Package beer, amphetamines, cigarettes and 2 wheeled machines:
evanescent light in the blackened, corpulent night
“Dave Long ain’t nobody,” said the nobody in the bar,
“A 300 lb sack of shit, a victim of the nicotine wars."
Split shoe shuffle and nothing much to say,
specter of the night, who has his way.
"I liked that song, I like BBQ and I like ice tea.”
I don’t like NASCAR, but, what the fuck, rednecks are ok by me.
I want to vomit, slip away, vanish into the night.
Become a ghost (oneiric) swallowed by the light.
But there’s songs to sing and always time to kill,
life to live, more beer to drink, all the thrills and chills.
Then I see you, floating, 300lbs, long dirty hair,
a southern ghost…unearthly… Dave Long ain’t nobody.
In the morning, the night stains our faces.
My fevers broke and bile still stings my nose.
Lance is outside by the bar door, the morning sun glows
and yesterdays foolishness melts from his soul.
And then he’s there, unseen and then apparent.
Gary Pucket, glowing green, cigarette and a beer.
He says nothing, he’s got nothing to say;
corporeal, translucent, the color of money
Another highway, same old bar, another Friday night.
Lonely hearts and bulging blue jeans - a drunken fools delight.
Billy Graham’s a ghost, a highway, a faithful mans protest.
He is the asphalt leading the way to a strippers flesh.
But here we are, still as ice, in our big white van,
Lance taking his jacket from the ghost of a man.
Green and motionless
and then he’s gone
Dave Long ain’t nobody and nobody had his say.
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8. |
This Old Car
03:08
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This Old Car
This old car, it's run real far,
so many places it has seen.
From empathetic junkies in Worcester,
to sweet transvestites in New Orleans.
And now it’s time to realize, it’s turning real slow.
You can still be satisfied by parking it at home
The seats are lumpy and the oil is thick,
it grinds when it shifts, but it goes.
The paint has peeled and the lights have dimmed,
but it still got that old mojo.
Even so it’s sacrifice is one that can’t be weighed,
there's a time to go, a time to say no and a time to be saved.
And all of these years, and all of the miles,
and all of the things we have done;
are held in my heart, locked in my soul,
they will never be gone, never be gone.
This old car, it’s run real far,
so many things it has seen.
Ghosts and rednecks and drunks and freaks
and everything in between…
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