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A well worn path
Shoeprints in the dirty snow
Along an old fence
Straight edge slabs of woven wire and particle board
With salt n’pepper chin stubble
and parchment paper hands
He’s a painting of a picture of a photograph
He’s a painting of a picture of a photograph
The girls still close their eyes when he sings
They still write his name in cursive
‘Cause pageantry remains atop his wicked days
But there’s liquor on his breath and he can barely stand
He’s a painting of a picture of a photograph
He’s a painting of a picture of a photograph
He’s living in a dream
He’s a painting of a picture of a photograph
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Meteor
03:25
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She, She's a barfly, a social butterfly. But She's alright.
The sunlight highlights her cheekbones.
Now her arms hang like rope. She's dynamite.
He wants to interrupt. Her raspy talk has got him soo hung up.
Theres one thing that he's sure of and that is that she is just a meteor.
A Meteor. Glowing gorgeous from afar but the end results disatster
A Meteor. She could be lightning in a jar. If you wanna know just ask her.
A low rent , low rent flusy. She's a doosy. She's alright.
Theres lipstick, lipstick on her cigarette. She 'aint found the right boy yet. She'll be here all night.
He wants to interrupt. Her raspy talk has got him soo hung up.
Theres one thing that he's sure of and that is that she is just a meteor.
A Meteor. Glowing gorgeous from afar but the end results disatster
A Meteor. She could be lightning in a jar. If you wanna know just ask her.
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3. |
Conjure Up The Lovelight
04:19
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Pipe down with your propaganda plight we believe what we wanna, believe what we wanna
Face drown in the flourescent light its escape from the drama, escape from the drama
But given the situation here tonight. Ya cant hold a smile but that alright.
Amnesia release ya. Amnesia will tease ya, will tease ya.
The blood it runs beside all the unlived lives in his veins.
And even though your heart is wrapped in thorns
You made a proposition to conjure up the lovelight
And you know weve all been there before
Still your wishin' To conjure up the lovelight
A drugstore handicap from grapevine wine
Your buzzsaw walker, a buzzsaw walker
her reflection send you further down the line
You're a real close talker, a real close talker
The blood it runs beside all the unlived lives in his veins.
And even though your heart is wrapped in thorns
You made a proposition to conjure up the lovelight
And you know weve all been there before
Still your wishin' To conjure up the lovelight
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4. |
Fiasco A Go-Go
02:40
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Well she's a contract killer.
I'm the mark and its after dark.
She can hear my kickdrum heartbeat,
my kick, kick, kickdrum, kickdrum heart.
Thats right the girl is automatic
Thats right my babys automatic
Were at The Grand Illusion, Exile on Water Street.
Dark corners right for romance.The sticker on her purse reads anarchy.
She's exploding all around me, She murky violins
In the fiasco a go-go is where she ends and I begin.
Thats right the girl is automatic
Thats right my babys automatic
Well she's a contract killer.
I'm the mark and its after dark.
She can hear my kickdrum heartbeat,
my kick, kick, kickdrum, kickdrum heart.
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Dragonfly
03:43
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The road is windin' in the wood just like a snake-trail cuttin' through now.
and I'm feelin' pretty good thats why I'm talkin' to you.
Countryside it comes alive. Aint no problems ringin' true now.
Let it slide as I glide into this beautiful view.
And I'm breathin' in the pollins from the cottonwood trees.
And the dragonfly follows in electric blues and greens.
And its stirrin up the whilwind with a cloud of energy.
Now driftin' outta focus 'til the day i just cant see ya.
Whoa ya
A throbbin' pulse, a hoverin' blur in the pines.
harmonious with the telephone lines.
With gravel on my 6 now the suns at high noon.
& I'm here to save the day cuz the autumn is comin soon.
And I'm breathin' in the pollins from the cottonwood trees
And the dragonfly follows in electric blues and greens
And its stirrin up the whilwind with a cloud of energy
Now driftin' outta focus 'til the day i just cant see ya
Whoa ya
Im the guy who's always got somewhere to be
but today I've got company
Its slowin me down, Im learnin how to breathe
Theres nobody out here its just the dragonfly and me
And I'm breathin' in the pollins from the cottonwood trees
And the dragonfly follows in electric blues and greens
And its stirrin up the whilwind with a cloud of energy
Now driftin' outta focus 'til the day i just cant see ya
Whoa ya
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Downtown Summertime
04:12
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The girls tonight moonbathe on their fire escapes
as I trapse across the water and up to spindle's place
from the hallway I can hear he's holdin steady
Lumpy's got the box of wine and everybody's ready
Yeah everybodys ready
In the Downtown Summertime
Shweck is spinnin' down at The Brat
& all the pretty girls are shakin what they got
now Flo he's a rockstar for sure
and he's showcasing his moves, a windy day on the dancefloor
Yeah were all out on the dancefloor.
In the Downtown Summertime
In the night time everybodys clever
not the type to inspire, but they've never been better
well its true, its true I love this city
street corner deals all covered up and pretty
yeah they're covered up in pretty
In the Downtown Summertime
Everybody wanna feel the feelin
Everybody gonna hit the ceilin
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Testify
05:41
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Guess Ive always been a skeptic
but Ill bet you get that alot
if you want me to believe yeah, you better show me what you got
ya, i shouldve asked some questions, just wanted to move on
guess i need to be reminded sometimes
just where it is i come from
So now i Testify, I testify yeah
Breathe in to me my soul
as my roots dig in the dirt
lead the way and i will follow you
through wild flowers and the powder blue
stained glass reflects my youth
soft murmur of the truth set free
thats really all Ill ever need.
Well the cross hairs are on me tonight
as i lie here in my bed
light through the window is painting pictures on the ceiling
tryin to tell me what you said
now like stones across the water
you're leading me to dry land
funny how I've always been here reachin out
but I just now took your hand
So now i Testify, I testify yeah
Breathe in to me my soul
as my roots dig in the dirt
lead the way and i will follow you
through wild flowers and the powder blue
stained glass reflects my youth
soft murmur of the truth set free
thats really all Ill ever need.
Im not sayin that i understand
but Im learnin how to trust in
all the things that i just can not see
and Im dealin' , wounds are healin'
I can feel him yeah
He's standin right here next to me
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8. |
Wash My Hands Clean
05:18
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Rain taps the windshield as he breaks it to us gently
He begins to cry
Lately we've noticed that things have been a little hazy
Tonight we found out why
He says wash my hands clean and baptize my mind
These are the things that Ive tried to hide
He says I cant believe that this is my life
Rain wash my hands clean tonight
Headlights like spotlights are floodin past our faces
Look down to the floor
Pictures and photographs are runnin through my head
Its not you two anymore
He says wash my hands clean and baptize my mind
These are the things that Ive tried to hide
He says I cant believe that this is my life
Rain wash my hands clean tonight
Youve been casting eyeshodow
Still they whisper in my ear
But out here in the moonlight
I can see the smoke and mirrors
Weve been livin in the middle for soo long now
that we can find our way out
You tried to walk through quick sand but you're finally sinkin in
Were still here and it all worked out
He says wash my hands clean and baptize my mind
These are the things that Ive tried to hide
He says I cant believe that this is my life
Rain wash my hands clean tonight
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9. |
Town Without Pity
05:31
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Out where the homes creek
out where the bones creek
where distant sounds are easily hear
the ferris wheel silouettes
the leaves dance and twirl
Quip Joints and Bijous
its what'll please you
the worm is inside
the vultures circle in a ceremony
just another town without pity
So rise up brothers and sisters in your big top temple
drop your silver at the door and get down on the floor
we got snake charmers, siamese queen of the gipsys
Im your false profit, false profit
yeah babe.
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Concrete
04:38
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Drinking from a paper bag, well... in that part of town
neck seems lazy as his head nods down to the ground
His talk was like a tap dancers feet
but you see his skin was thick somewhere past concrete
He speaks of his buddies in the cross fire
Jungle heat, tripwire
and the love letters that he aquired from the girl
Days are full of musty silence
Nights he's down on 3rd
there's a pool room, I met him there
these are stories that I heard
He speaks of the truck stops
his bad eye
and pickin a fight with the wrong guy
and the phone calls without reply from the girl
Tryin' to seek her out
By divin' in
But she's gone
He speaks of the truckstops
The cornfields
The pocket knife he used to wield
I wonder whats the name he never revealed of the girl
Burnt down desires
and nicotine escapes
cuz' dragons breathe fire
but now its too late.
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