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Driving California
03:50
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Driving California
Tearing down Mission Road
Driving through my own dust cloud
Down to the valley below
I got Neil Young way up loud
Got my best gal next to me
Heaven sent and she’s grinning proud
Hair blowing all across her face
Singing with me with the windows down…
Freedom is just a word
Cheapest line you ever heard
Coined by rich men for selling chains
Freedom is just a word
Thrown around but never heard
So I’ll define it for ya…
It’s driving California
Driving down Highway 5
To San Ysidro and back again
Make a side trip to Bakersfield
Tip your hat to Buck Owens
Red tail on a highway fence
Eucalyptus swaying in the breeze
A virgins candle in a transients tent
Brown kids down upon their knees
Freedom is just a word
Cheapest line you ever heard
Coined by rich men for selling chains
Freedom is just a word
Thrown around but never heard
So I’ll define it for ya…
It’s driving California
Santa Ana on the desert floor
Blue Sierra in the morning haze
A cup of coffee in a Barstow diner
We’ll lay our heads down in Half Moon Bay
Freedom is just a word…
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2. |
Broken Radios
04:06
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Broken Radios
Go ahead kid, if you think it’s worthwhile
Flip on the switch and try spinning the dial
The airwaves are dead, the stations are blocked
With mind numbing static
And talk talk talk…
Never had a voice, never had a song
Couldn’t find a pulse nowhere on the dial
Had to dig deep through the second hand vinyl
To reinvent the stance
To reinvent the style…
Oh, where did it go?
The station went fading out on the trail
Oh, where went the soul on those
Broken Radios…?
Now, listen to the old folks talk mythology
Of the saviors on the airwaves that set the minds free
The transistor radio stamped out the beat
While the cities all burned, they sang…
“Dancing in the Streets”
Oh, where did it go?
The station went fading out on the trail
Oh, where went the soul on those
Broken Radios…?
Calling all stations
Tower to tower
Calling all souls
In the Midnight Hour
Dust off the old tubes
Prick up your ears
There’s a heart
And a soul
In the bloodstream
Loud and clear…
No more
Broken Radios
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3. |
Yer Mah Gurl
03:49
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Yr Mah Gurl
The skin on your little finger
Could tease and read my soul
You make the moment linger
Like a blue flame on a stove
I’m gonna buy you a record
Of my favorite songs
Play for you the way that I feel
When I can’t find the words
No, I can’t find the words…
That you’re the best thing
That’s happened to me or my world
You’re the best thing that’s happened to me
Yr Mah Gurl
The way you look in the morning
Puts a smile on the sun
The way you look in the evening light
Makes the moon wanna peek in our window at night…
You’re the best thing
That’s happened to me or my world
You’re the best thing that’s happened to me
Yr Mah Gurl
I thought that I was all done
Wasting away and losing my fun
Thought that I was all through
Till the ambulance came
And the driver was you…
I’m gonna buy you a record
Of my favorite songs
Play for you the way that I feel
When I can’t find the words
No, I can’t find the words…
You’re the best thing
That’s happened to me or my world
You’re the best thing that’s happened to me
Yr Mah Gurl
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4. |
Funeral Train
04:21
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Funeral Train
Hop up Johnny come look come see
Here comes the train carrying Bobby Kennedy
Underneath a flag in a box of wood
There’s a slow train rolling through the neighborhood…
Bells are ringing and the Woolworth’s closed
Cars pulling over by the side of the road
The whole town’s standing in the dust and weeds
Trying to get a view of Bobby Kennedy
How I wish that
It would rain
The sun’s so hot
The sky’s ablaze
On the Funeral Train
Ever since the news come down that night
Momma’s in the kitchen sitting there crying
She held me so close that I couldn’t breath
I got so scared I cried myself to sleep
Dreamt I ran down
Deserted Main
Heard the wail, but I..
Couldn’t find
The Funeral Train
And Summer’s almost gone
Before it had begun
It’s disappearing down the track
And it’s never coming back…
Brother left the house at the crack of dawn
He’s barely said a word since Viet Nam
Saw him later on the train platform
Standing in the heat in his uniform
Saw his eyes fill up with pain
Raised his hand one last time
To salute the Funeral Train
Hop up Johnny, come run with me…
There’s a slow train rolling towards the cemetery
Blacks and whites running next to me
Waving bye bye to Bobby Kennedy
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5. |
Romance of the Punkers
03:29
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Romance of the Punkers
When the sun sets on our town
Paper angels gather round the lights
Yellow pools under street lamps
Dust clouds burning, blossoming tonight
Honey, take my hand
Tonight I’ll be your man…
Subtle breeze in the leaves
TV blue’s cast from living rooms
Night birds sleeping, gently dreaming
Lullaby’d by the smiling moon
Honey, take my hand
Tonight I’ll be your man…
Drunk on jasmine
And your dads gin
Sixteen year of wondering
What’s underneath your
Thrift store dress
Your black mascara
And safety pins
When the sun sets on our town
Sixteen summers pass, way too fast
They’re gone
We’ll remember
Forever
Long after our love’s buried in the ground
Honey, take my hand…
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Snowflakes in your Summer Hair
Summer passed…
It broke the spell so fast
You cried all night when Autumn turned
And morning found
White snow on the ground
Your eyes lit up like a little girls
Snowflakes in your Summer Hair
Drifting down and melting there
Just like a promise on the ground
Just like some new thing that I found…
Hours and hours
Beneath the water towers
We walked the streets while the snow fell down
Blizzard deep
We kissed on Bleeker Street
I held you like a ray of sun
Snowflakes in your Summer Hair
Drifting down and melting there
Just like a promise on the ground
Just like some new thing that I found…
Down and down and down and down and down
The snow fell down
Round and round and round and round and round
We walked the town
Summer passed…
A new place on the map
So went Winter, Spring and Fall
I found my one
Underneath the western sun
Now she’s my New York City gal
Snowflakes in her Summer Hair…
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7. |
All That Remains
04:40
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All that Remains
Crawl into Summer
Go where the afternoon burns
Through a hole in barbed wire
Let the heat swallow you whole…
Nothing burns like the desert
Sun bleached to the bone
Lose your gaze in a rippling haze
Lose yourself to go home
All that glitters
All that gains
You break the spell
When you break the chains
All That Remains…
Billboards burn in the desert
Fast food chains come undone
Now you know we’ll be brought down
By a magnifying glass on the sun
Car lots turning to graveyards
Carcasses covered in rust
No meat left for the buzzards
Just dry earth, fossils and dust
All that glitters
All that gains
You break the spell
When you break the chains
All That Remains…
Crawl into Summer
Go where the afternoon burns
Through a hole in barbed wire
Let the heat swallow you whole
Nothing burns like the desert
Punishment under the sun
Now you know we’ll be brought down
By a magnifying glass…
Magnifying glass…
On the sun
All that glitters
All that gains
You break the spell
When you break the chains…
All That Remains…
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8. |
All the Record Stores
02:55
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All the Record Stores
I can’t believe the day could ever come
I guess I must have known it all along
I went to the record shop
But the windows were boarded up
Bye Bye Bye
All the record stores
Bye Bye Bye
All you record stores
Now all my youth and every penny spent
My life spun on a turntable everyday
Like a church where I could pray
I went there everyday
Bye Bye Bye
All the record stores
Bye Bye Bye
All you record stores
Time leaves a mark on everything
Leaves a trail of all your precious things…
Now it’s the digital age and everything’s accessible
But I say, you can’t gather with your friends without a turntable
You can try kid, but don’t you know
You can’t download no soul
Bye Bye Bye
All the record stores
Bye Bye Bye
All you record stores
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9. |
Wasted in the Sun
03:09
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Wasted In the Sun
Forget the black soot water…
Forget the rotting air…
Point your car down the highway
Drive far away from here
The windows breath the perfume
Of golden pastoral hills
Sun speckled, cows fly swatting
Waiting for the kill…
Forget the wasted hillsides
Forget the withered streams
Forget the sinking feeling
That settled in your dreams
The sun bleached billboards tell all
Nostalgia that won’t come
Sold off days of revelries
Wasted in the Sun…
The world’s spinning one way
While your car wheels stand still
Far off a plague of dust storms
Dark clouds all afternoon
The sun is setting slowly
The party’s winding down
A reverent flash of headlights
Before it all burns out…
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10. |
Brand New Year
03:15
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Brand New Year
I stayed up
For the drunk trap procession
Torches on the highway lit the way
For drunken penitent confessions
While the dj on the radio
Was counting down from ten
Like the voice of God debating
A beginning or an end…
Lose a year
Gain a moments resolution
With courage and conviction
And a prayer that fate is still yours
To be written
Like a new bride
Who keeps smiling through the tears
Raise your glass up high
Its’ a Brand New Year
Brand new revelations come
Weighing down like gravity
And wisdom like a trail of crumbs
From the cradle to the grave
And all the years go on and on
Setting fire to your days
One day you wake no longer young
Realizing it’s okay…
I stayed up
For the drunk trap procession
Another broken curfew
Another broken promised generation
Never mind it..
They keep smiling through the tears
It’s a Brand New Year
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11. |
Times Like These
05:03
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Times Like These
With my face all crooked
And my head ringing like a bell
My last hope flipping
Like a coin down a wishing well
My mouth’s full of blood
But my heart’s full of poetry
If I’m downtown bound
Then I swear you’re going with me…
It’s times like these
When I’m on my knees
There ain’t no place that I’d rather be
I find my call
Up against the wall
Breaking two ton stone like prophecy
Keep your back to the mob
Keep your fists up in the ring
Leave the gloves at home
It’s a knuckle duster thing
Your bowels turn to water
At the first blows taste of fear
Like a swinging hammer
And a roar inside your ears
It’s times like these
When I’m on my knees
There ain’t no place that I’d rather be
I find my call
Up against the wall
Breaking two ton stone like prophecy
Sulfur in the air
The Devil’s in the ring
You’re up against the ropes
Keep the elbows in…
Now when your spirit’s broken
And you lost your will to fight
And you’re so down hearted
You don’t know what’s wrong from right
And all your best friends say
You don’t know the mess you’re in
I find a chipped cracked mirror
And I fill it with a grin
It’s Times Like These
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12. |
Schuylkill Red
04:39
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Schuylkill Red
Well, the sun still sets…
Paints the river red
And the kids still pause along the bridge…
The garbage piled high
Against a crimson sky
And the shadows form ‘round the rims…
Beer bottle catch the light
Lying on it’s side
Tobacco packed tight in Terry’s lip
He leans over the edge
Prays and makes a pledge
And he hits the beer bottle with his spit
And Julie leans against the rail to watch the river flowing by
And Julie says “at this moment I feel so happy… I could die”
Terry’s hand in Julie’s jeans
In the back pocket with her dreams
He pulls her close against his chest
The years flowing by
Like the river ‘gainst the sky
While the last light illuminates Julie’s face
And Terry says “I’m living just to feel you breath…”
And grabs eternity, like a bottle washing to the sea
As the big sun sets
Schuylkill Red
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