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This is not a night, it is a sunken eternity
This is not a room, it is a horizonless morass
A doorless, four walled......... thing.
- Henry Rollins
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Greasediver's Lament
04:12
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Hello Ms. Nostalgia, are you happy on the line?
She said "I'm glad you live in your world and I still live in mine"
It's raining in my city, I'm burning through the time
I'm sweating out the whiskey, I'm living off the wine
Falling off the table, rolling on the floor
Crawling to the bathroom, and scratching at your door
Hello Ms. Nostalgia, my city is calling me
Down into her neon night and the dream of being free
He went down to the basement
And he never came out
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In The Wake Of The Past
03:53
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When there's no place like leaving
On a long-gone Sunday
Because you're chasing a feeling
In a cloud of grey
When there's no one worth stealing
In your life today
Would you fly my way?
When you're high on the crossroad
And he's gone without you
From the north where the wind blows
Would you call to say?
And I act like I don't know
Ten high all around me
Long gone anyway
Turn summer down, let's get out of town
Somewhere we can hide away
Think I'm going down, on the run from sin
all alone again
Well I just felt like leaving
So you had to pay
And I'll admit it's deceiving
When I call to say
That it's just not worth grieving
I'm gone anyway
Long gone anyway
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Just another Yankee carpetbagger in Nashville
What makes you think I'm worth your time?
I'm posing on the mic and sling a Telecaster
My songs ain't even worth a dime
I'll drink a couple beers to make me feel real tough
And I'll make sure my boots are all shined
And fake a Southern accent to make me feel better
About trying to steal something that never was mine
I hang around at Carter's and a Mickey's Bar
I'm wishing their jukebox was mine
I wear a leather jacket bought at Music City Thrift
And I'm hoping to meet John Prine
I'm just another Yankee carpetbagger in Nashville
I'm lucky Southern folks are kind
They see a New York asshole and they give me a smile
And say "sonny, you can fit right in and welcome to the grind"
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Azimuth
02:12
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Orbital Decay
03:53
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I woke up and looked out the window
The world was still spinning below
I scratched my head and rubbed my eyes
And in the blue I see a golden glow
A shooting star that traced the horizon
Could see it on the evening news
The clouds like up and a shockwave rolled
The Sides have finally blown a fuse
But way up here
The future is bright
And way up here
I'm surrounded by light
And the countries and con men fade
While I'm still in flight
The radio is only static
But the window is crystal clear
I've got two or three hours of breathable air
And the whiskey I hide up here
I'm miles above the burning sky
I'd be with you if I could reach the ground
This is the closest I'll get to heaven
and I wonder if I'll ever come down
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Her Radiant Blur
03:43
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Back inside, it was all real
Safer outside but the sun won't heal
Where's my rain? Screaming obscene
The flooding floors and the creeping green
This hazy distance back here on earth
I turn to watch her radiant blur
"I'm in your head" she said
"And I didn't have to try"
The line went dead, but that was just a lie
There's love in hell, the days are surreal
Run for the nightlife that snaps at your heels
Burning eyes from a broken nose
We all went South and I guess it shows
This hazy distance back here on earth
I turn to watch her radiant blur
"I'm in your head" she said
"And I didn't have to try"
The line went dead, but that was just a lie
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Ten High
04:35
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Out in the car, you couldn't remember
Cutting the line and praying for snow
We sat in the sand watching the river flow
When it was over where could we go?
High, high and heavy
I don't want to be the hand that made you stay
I tried flying steady
Now I've seen enough to fade away
Wait in the bar and smoke in the alley
It's my first day free and I can't go
Steel resolve and reckless abandon
We made it to Memphis an hour ago
High, high and heavy
Bright white and crimson pain
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Screaming Red
05:43
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Well I guess you're standing in the thick of it
And I know you're watching the clock
Burning out I'm seeing just one side of it
You're freezing up and shaking in shock well
I know that we all can't be built for this
A thousand miles and I'm still eating gravel road
Breathe exhaust and we're not halfway to heaven yet
Put too much time in to watch it corrode
6 months out and we've still got nothing left to show
Wait it out to satisfy your head well,
Call me out but I think you're just afraid again
If you crawl out you'll never find your way back in
I'm screaming red
How can you simply turn and walk away
From the life and the blessing of the road
It's not a curse no matter how they say it is
A wasted youth and nothing to look forward to
I'm screaming red
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Fuckin' Up
05:32
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Mindless drifter on the road
Carries such an easy load
It's how you look and how you feel
You must have a heart of steel
Why do I keep fuckin up?
I can see you on the hill
I'm comatose but walking still
Your curves beneath your flowing gown
Only I could bring you down
Why do I keep fuckin up?
Just a fuckup
Dogs that lick and dogs that bite
Hounds that howl through the night
Broken leashes all over the floor
Keys left hanging in a swinging door
Why do I keep fuckin up?
I keep fuckin up
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(-Him-)
Push the stone off of me
Take control silently
In the night it has to be
Alone
(-Her-)
I feel the miles endlessly
You send your smile thoughtlessly
In another life I was supposed to be a home
A home
(-Both-)
Had to laugh at the irony
I wonder if you look back to see
Then and now I'm guilty
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