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Sugar Skulls
03:14
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I’ll be thinking of you all on the Mississippi banks of Memphis,
Praying and wishing I was Elvis ‘cause then I know you’d be into me.
I would write you, a postcard from Texas,
I know how much you didn’t want to miss it, it’s sad.
You’ll have to settle for fame.
But I’ll wait, and I’ll wait, for her come around?
Think I’ll record this song for Mum and Dad while in Nashville,
Thank them for providing a cash hill. It’s the least I could do.
I think a motto on the road would surely be ‘What would the King do?’
If there’s no booze left, ‘What would Ben Nichols do?’.
With that I wont fail.
But I’ll wait, and I’ll wait. Will she ever come around?
Round her I feel like such a child.
A lovesick, northern, hometown boy,
I guess I’m singing these new years blues again.
Six thirty, I’ll be waiting round her front door,
Thinkin’ about, dreamin’ about so much more
Than meaningful connections that she don’t see.
But I’ll wait. (I’m waiting it’s a long time coming)
I’ll wait (Still I’m waiting cause I live life dreaming baby)
and I’ll wait (I’m waiting it’s a long time coming) oh god for you I would wait
(Still I’m waiting cause I live life dreaming baby)
just for you to come around.
Well She’s glowing right now sitting right in front of me.
Talks of Sugar Skulls and dreams of Mexico in a,
A late night bar in the main street of Fitzroy.
She is nursing a beer the ice is melting in my whiskey,
Music’s just right pool tables nearly empty.
There’s nothing in the world, I’d want more right now.
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2. |
Working Man's Blues
03:55
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Well I stood in a room, surrounded by boys,
Who’d have died for you but you left them in a zone,
It was a trance like state of emotion,
I guess thats what we get, for a total devotion to you
She climbed in my and I gave her a ride,
Stopped at a late night diner on Georges.
Now I’m not weak but I was nervous as hell,
I told her ‘bout Memphis and my total devotion to her.
But she, she can’t see, that I was good to her
If only you could see, what I used to be.
Young girls, don’t look past those boys,
Who lay at your feet, with eyes of total devotion
And young boys, please try to see,
There may be pain behind those eyes,
That made you fall.
Cause there’s other boys may not be like you and me,
But like you I saw, nothing but a dream.
I made a last ditch effort to a heart made of stone,
Please girl I don’t belong here.
You made me fall in love with the Working Man’s Blues,
The drinking then running,
And maybe even you.
Cause there’s other boys,
Who sold lies to the innocent,
Took there hands and led them to hell,
Wanted men. Dead or alive.
But if you can’t see then I don’t care anymore!
Cause there’s other boys,
And there’s other girls.
There’s other boys,
And there’s other girls.
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3. |
Never Alone
03:25
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I never quite under stood the writing on their skin,
when they sang on stages in Indigo.
And I was always in to hot threads and cars,
But back then, I was never quite in.
And I’ll sit in these isles and I’ll be dressed to the nines,
I’ll say nothing at all but yell with you your loss.
A city girl by trade, living in a old man’s country heart.
But she loves you still,
And I would love you, living and believing in me,
Hey, I will stand with Grace in my hand,
On the day that defines you, as your life lowers down to the ground
I will stop you from falling away.
And does anything feel, the same anymore,
Are you still felling numb from the shock of it all.
After all that was thrown, girls you’re Never Alone.
Hey, I will stand with Grace in my hand,
On the day that defines you, as your life lowers down to the ground
I will stop you from falling away.
Keep smiling girl, stay lucky in the free fall.
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4. |
Stay Away
04:29
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Walk through the door into this house,
Thank God it’s raining, I couldn’t bare the change,
Three straight weeks away from home,
This town was screaming, calling me back it seems.
Everything just looks the same to me,
Every photo frame is hanging right where it’s supposed to be.
And in this moment to myself, I sing myself to sleep.
I could have loved you, I could have loved you.
Got her nervous in the kitchen, got me shaking on the stage,
As the words now flow on a page,
If you got no plans to stay, then please just stay away from me,
Stay away from me.
Back to the streets, I now go,
For my heart, has lost its soul,
And it’s tired of healing itself,
Tired of screaming your name to the moon.
Cause hunny I would kill for your,
And I’d die for your touch, tear down walls,
Walk years through the mist,
Do much more, than fight wars
To find my own, ethereal queen.
To heal my bones. Heal my bones.
I’ve heard, you aren’t for a good boy.
From what I’ve been told, someday every girl does.
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5. |
Brunswick Nights
04:23
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You should run, you’d better run girl,
Cause my eyes are on you.
And I can tell you, just what I’ll do,
Cause you, have won me over.
I would write you letters, in binary code,
I would send you telegrams, from cellular phones,
Until one night, I’ll ask you to dance.
You’ll say ‘Yeah why not. Could it really be that bad?’
‘You aint that good looking but I think there’s some charm in your eyes, in your eyes’.
I’ll move to fast after saying I wont,
From the plates and the bars,
The sheets and the stars and the backseats of cars.
I’ll ruin it all by saying one simple lie,
Take you for granted. Leave empty handed,
The same. From the hole that I came.
We used to love talking.
We were lovers then.
Never cared for daylight,
Cause the night was ours.
And from the bedrooms and bars,
And the late night arrivals.
From the dark that I rode,
Is now the dark I return to.
So it goes, so it haunts me!
And how shameful I feel writing these words for a song,
Rather than telling you softly, through cold Brunswick nights,
That I adore you. God I adore you!
You say that, ‘Words, can’t be left unsaid’
Thats why I write, what needs to be said
I miss calling, you late at night,
From hotel car parks, and Memphis nights
Were you aching, when I was bling?
Seems playing hard to get, turns to deep regret.’
You say that, ‘Words, can’t be left unsaid’
Thats why I write, what needs to be said.
And I’ve been known, to fall, so hard,
For girls, who wont catch me.
And I’ve been falling, for so, long now,
That I’m not sure sure,
If there’s a ground.
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Hearts
03:07
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Does your first love still haunt you, six years on?
With your hands in a sink, and your feelings pushing on you.
Were you living in a dream, waiting for your man to call?
Were you searching for something, that you just couldn’t find?
But oh, everyone asks the question,
‘And if I could, would you rewind?’
‘And save my self from falling down a hole’,
‘Save us both from the heartache that followed’,
From the mine shafts in the dark, through these bush-fired’ hearts.
Does your love run lost in the night?
And did drive an old road home,
That you’ve driven for years?
With a strange sense of loss,
And hopes to disappear?
Cause young hearts under pressure,
Will fall so hard, but will rise again,
And will fall just the same.
So raise your glass, make a toast to the loves that you’ve lost.
Save your pain for the morning to come.
Sing the song’s that we sang, on those long drives home.
Cause you will never hold her again!
Now raise your glass make a toast to the loves that you’ve lost!
Raise your glass make a toast to the loves that you got!
Raise your glass make a toast to the loves that you’ve love!
Love Hard, Live Fast, Then Die!
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7. |
Boston Cops
03:27
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Well it’s so hard to make a dollar in this town,
Resolve. It seems so far away.
I feel like coming home today.
And it seems like a long long time since I sat,
Without a burden on my back.
You know I miss those dirty tracks.
And it’s a long, road home,
Along highway 21.
Cause your ghost still haunts the backstreets,
And burnt out cars.
And we’ll leave this city,
And its shining lights.
Leave those alley gangs fighting for pride,
On a Friday night.
You’ll love a lot more than elvis before ever loving me.
I went from New York, through Texas to Tennessee.
Coming home, After drinking with members of the Boston PD
Coming Home, After finding a home for a heartsick disease.
69 taps are filling the bottomless glasses of the lonely.
As the soundtracks pushing 56 years old,
The glass is nearly half empty.
I got no blue suede shoes, no pink Cadillac,
I got nothing much to give you but whats on my back.
Cause you’re a girl that still rocks a cool 50’s swagger.
(You left me there, standing by the side of the road,
I was out, dead, lost scared cold and alone.)
On the backstreets, we won it on the backstreets, home!
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Get up get out, You said you were leaving,
Looks like you’ve left another heart bleeding, Now.
Who can we trust, If you won’t save us?
Should I retreat into the sunset? How?
And I don’t want to save you,
From your own device, own device.
That you made to keep yourself at home,
Locked and safe, locked and safe.
Cause we savor, all that we love,
And we never, laugh at the ones,
Who fell because we may be there,
Sooner that we know.
And if I become, something I despise,
I sorry cause, I know what it’s like,
To have someone you follow,
It’s like the water that you swallow
We measure time and distance with empty bottles,
Smash all resistance, it’s not a crime if you’re being paid double time.
There’s no fortnightly cheque in the world that can hold me down,
Give me a year in hell I will show you how.
Resolutions are a matter of will, not view of the past,
But a dream that we cant let go
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9. |
Four Sheets
03:28
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Well I sang my song, I sang my song now it’s over,
Last drinks are called, turn the music down,
Grab the closest girl you can find,
Grab the closest girl dance the night away,
Call the taxi cab, let him know,
We’re heading home.
Now the time has come, for reasons to get some rest,
Leave your worries aside, leave those words left unsaid,
Grab the closest girl that you found,
Tell that girl that we’ll be alright,
Connecting the dots, defining your plans,
No time to consider the past.
Well it’s times like these we remember,
And it’s times like these we should never forget,
When we’re so fucked up and hung over,
We’ll get back up and we’ll do it again.
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10. |
Young Country Hearts
03:46
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I flew into Texas, with crosshairs on my back,
Running from something, that was chasing me down a track,
In my hotel suite in Austin, I stare at a screen,
I’m lonely and I miss you tonight,
I’ve finally stopped counting, the things I could have done,
The things I’d have changed, to still be the one,
You call late at night, when you’re stressing about school,
Or simply to tell me good night,
Oh, just what became of us
Does love truly die, so fast?
Is there no flame, that burns anymore?
Maybe it’s all the other girls, that came and left,
Since the days you were mine with my, eyes so blind,
They were keeping me grounded, and writing songs,
Songs to miss the old times, and young country hearts,
And I survived nights, of whiskey, wine and beer,
Survived falling so far, just to fight through the fears,
But who knows, how long that will last.
I guess till I see you, in some young squires arms.
Did you ever keep the letter, that I left there for you?
Do you look at it often, read it all the way through?
Do you catch yourself talking, or thinking of me?
Are you ever lonely, and miss me at night?
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11. |
Half Cut Plans
04:40
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We made half cut plans to nowhere,
In a fifty-five Fleetwood, the highway was ours,
And we drove for hours with your head in my shoulder,
Why the hell did I get older?
We had life not measured in breaths,
But more the moments that took them away,
We had far to many songs left to sing,
But no more roads to drive
We had no more roads to drive,
I had no more roads to drive, girl with you.
Well the night belonged to the poets and the madmen,
I sort of wished I was both,
But all the Newhaven girls they finally came alive,
never meant to break them,
We climbed those walls with those ladders made of old bones,
and I screamed as they fell,
But all the loving I was shown can’t stop me from losing my way.
I never want to grow up.
She had a heart tattooed on her as red as the lips she once kissed me with,
And I heard she lives in Brunswick but the wind has lied to me before,
And she had notes from Cohen and posters of Cash,
Which held her heart on those walls,
And I had some of my own but I threw it like a stone to the wind.
And I saw another girl falling for an older boy,
How is it I love if I cant be loved?
I’m sorry my girl he will bleed you dry.
He said girl your never lost,
These roads always lead you straight to your Mama’s arms,
I’m sorry my girl you’re youth has now died,
She said boy know your place,
These walls are mine and I built them to keep me safe,
Ready or not, its time to grow up.
I never want to grow up.
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