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The Late Set
04:51
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On the edge of a parking lot
Trying to find the strength to go in
So I can unburden my aching heart
And my shift can begin
I fill the late set on Thursday night
Playing songs that all sound the same
Strumming guitar for the dim lights and hound dogs
Who think it’s funny to mispronounce my name
Sip of whiskey on the table
Keeps my voice low and my head high
Next to a tip jar I labeled
That promises a love song for a five
It hasn’t always been strip mall pubs
In a town no one knows
Took a chance on a life I could love
But I saw how far dreams could go
Played my hand down in New Orleans
They kicked my ass to L.A.
Made my last stand in Kansas City
They sent me crawling back to where I came
Thought I was made for the gamble
That I was ready for the game
But it was more than I could handle
Besides, most clubs are the same anyway
So I settle for good enough
Because it gets me through today
Tomorrow I know they’ll be sure to come
Brighter nights are coming my way
Try to stay mindful of the time I got left
As I watch the bar start to close down
I got one more song to go in my set
So I hope that my soul will be found
Soon I’ll be dining on city lights
Beneath marquees with my name
For now I’m counting my money on the bar
Eating cold chicken under green fluorescent shades
But I’m more than a bar tab
And a guitar on a stool
Bigger than this untethered heart
Singing about dreams like a fool
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Madeline
04:41
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I was a beauty queen at seventeen
Planning life by quizzes in magazines
Now I hand out receipts for gasoline
At the filling station off of exit three
Selling cigarettes and coffee rolls
Faded maps showing only local roads
Behind the glass in a booth all alone
I see that young girl reflected in an old woman’s clothes
How do I tell Madeline that
I think it’s time she moved on
The better life that she had in mind for us
Well, that fairytale is all gone
But I still put on the dress and try to impress
The girl in the mirror who knew she was worth more than this
Tell her it still fits, and that if I wanted I could quit this job
Give her the world that she thought would exist
Midnight comes as the cars all go
The only people around are on the radio
I try not to think of all the cash in the drawer
Because I ain’t looking for that kind of trouble anymore
How do I tell Madeline that
I think it’s time she moved on
It’s not going to turn out the way that you’d like
But it’s good enough to carry you along
But I still put on the dress and try to impress
The girl in the mirror who knew she was worth more than this
Tell her it still fits, and that if I wanted I could quit this job
Give her the world that she thought would exist
Someday I’ll wear it to work and I’ll put on my crown
Twirl in the booth while I make change
Do my routine for people heading through town
Then I’ll blow them a kiss as they’re pulling away
But I still put on the dress and try to impress
The girl in the mirror who knew she was worth more than this
Tell her it still fits, and that if I wanted I could quit this job
Give her the world that she thought would exist
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Loans On Love
04:23
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Told you once, told you twice
You chose not to take advice from me
Told you three times, thought you'd learn
You can't change the direction that we turn
By running in place, the world can't keep pace
You lean to speak but hesitate, the time wasn't right
It's hard to see you in any other light
Than the one that hangs above your bed
Although this diner may be brighter
Makes it easier to hide behind your
Sense of righteous sympathy
Sarcasm seemed like your domain
With each joke your interest wains for me
The mask you have looks awful tight
Trick is that you wear it right
I can see your hair, tells me that you're under there
Try to say your face is bare but I swear I see string
It's hard to see you in any other life
Than the one I pictured in my head
Though I still witness it in images and quoted lines
Feels empty when it isn't you and me
But I keep holding on
Waiting by my phone
Taking loans on love when its overdrawn
And yeah I know you're gone
Doesn't mean I've figured out how to be alone
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Hurricane
03:24
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I see the pillars rusting this bridge coming down
If the water gets higher it’s going bring us to the ground
But no one will believe it because they cover their eyes
Saying it’s impossible for rivers to rise
Act like they don’t see it rushing over the side
Hoping their misfortune is going to shift away with the tide
Hurricane is coming going to run through the town
Thunder shakes the people with a rumbling sound
But they deny the rain that’s falling down from the sky
Saying they don’t buy it because their ankles are dry
Maybe when the flood is here they’ll start asking why
But drowning on the bottom must be easier than admitting the lie
Don’t they know
Engines don’t turn over when there’s mud in the oil
Water doesn’t burn you until it comes to a boil
Hunger comes on faster when the food goes to spoil
And if you don’t move where you stand then floodwaters are going to destroy you
Hurricane is coming
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A Better Game
05:09
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Sunlight is fading
As the rain sets in
Streetlights cut the dark sky
On the sidewalk again
I’m laying on the corner
To see the world bend
Trying to generate a way to play a better game
Because if it’s all same then I’ll never figure it out
Neon in my eyes
Don’t know how long
All I see is shattered glass in a paper bag
Next to a man gone wrong
Now the pavement grabs my skin
As I drag myself along
Trying to stay hazy for the day to keep my mind at bay
Because if it’s all same then I’ll never figure it out
So let the rain pour down
Break the umbrella in two
If water cleanses muddy souls
Then I want to feel that too
But I can smell the old coat
Of a man I once knew
Now I’m praying for the rain to wash his scent away
Because if it’s all same then I’ll never get myself out
Trying to generate a way to play a better game
Because if it’s all same then I’m never going to figure it out
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Silhouette
04:31
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I watch you dance among midnight shadows
Humming along to a tune that isn’t there
Swaying on your feet past broken windows
Light reflecting off the glass flickers through your hair
It was buried in my heart without a warning
Under muscle, bone, and fire in between
Your silhouette alone on the street performing
With open hands reaching out to me
It’s you that everybody’s talking about when they sing the blues
It’s you that all the ballads in the world offer as their muse
Each poem that exists, each quivering lip that’s kissed
Owes a debt of gratitude to you
You take my hand and lead me beneath the red light
The scattered glass crunching under our feet
Shining all around like crimson starlight
We close our eyes while cars pass by us dancing in the street
When the sun comes up we’ll turn this dreamworld over
To open shops and parking lots again
But for now this dance floor’s ours so we move closer
Hoping that this red light never ends
It’s you that everybody’s talking about when they sing the blues
It’s you that all the ballads in the world offer as their muse
Each moment that exists, each quivering lip that’s kissed
Owes a debt of gratitude to you
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On The Day
04:22
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On the day I die the sun will rise
Though you wipe tears from your eyes
Flowers bloom and birds will sing
Clocks will chime and phones will ring
People waiting for their train
Watch forecasters predicting rain
When you put me in the ground
The world will still be whirling round
Lights turn on and leaves will fall
Bills are payed and cars will stall
Coffee still will burn your tongue
Even though my time is done
When there’s nothing more to do
There’ll be nothing more to say
You’ll eat good food and stretch your hands
Learn guitar and make new plans
While I lay here in my grave
And you go on with your day
I hope you’re smiling
And you know I’m smiling
Because you’ll be smiling on your way
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Tomorrow
05:33
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Broken glass upon the barroom floor
Fallen from your shaking hand
You hold a finger up to order more
Bartender waves off your demand
People talking like they know it all
They see the trouble in your eyes
You shrug it off, take your coat from on the wall
Leave them with fairytales and lies
But you promise that tomorrow
You’ll tell them what you need to say
Every breath of joy or sorrow
You just don’t have the words today
But you can’t have the scar without the pain
Can’t reap the flowers without feeling the rain
You want to sing the blues but won’t let the music play
You can’t take a part away and hope the rest will stay
You search the alley for used cigarettes
Hoping that a few will light
Fill your lungs, trying to forget
Spitting rock salt at the night
Looking down at all your tattoos as they fade
Faint memories of lovers scorned
All the roses that surround their names
Drop the petals, leave the thorns
And you promise that tomorrow
You’ll get back what you threw away
Whether beg or steal or borrow
You just need a God damn break today
But you can’t have the scar without the pain
Can’t reap the flowers without feeling the rain
You want to sing the blues but won’t let the music play
You can’t take a part away and hope the rest will stay
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9. |
The Trials
03:11
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Here’s to the trials, here’s to those who found their way,
Those in revival, And those who’ve lived through their last day
Here we stand trying to wipe the egg from our faces
Hoping we don’t end up branded by the hell we raised
The trail was tough. A mix of mud and gravel road
More than enough to drive away lesser souls
But you stuck it out and tried to fill that ditch
Came on out the other side one surly son of a bitch
Who gave up embraced your burden long ago
Topped off your cup with venom that you didn’t know
As the stones around you shift beneath your feet
You fell to the bottom where the air is rotten and you only have pride to eat
Here’s to the trials, here’s to those who found their way,
Those in revival, And those who’ve lived through their last day
Here we stand trying to wipe the egg from our faces
Hoping we don’t end up branded by the hell we raised
Now the cup you hold is full of water
And you don’t let the old shit bother you
You know living clean will get you farther
There’s a voice inside going to make it harder
Drag you back to the rock and make you holler
But even if you waiver you still have honor
Because you don’t need a collar to get a little faith in you
So raise a glass to the aftermath of the fury that you wrought
Throw it back to toast the battles that you fought
If some should miss your lips then let it slip and purify the ground
Now the path we walk is sanctified so here’s to the next round
Here’s to the trials, here’s to those who found their way,
Those in revival, And those who’ve lived through their last day
Here we stand trying to wipe the egg from our faces
Hoping we don’t end up branded by the hell we raised
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