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Winter jackets lie there like bodies
Gunned down by the sunshine gangsters
Spring's eternal up until fall
When they'll rise again
From unmarked graves in attics and basements
So I will send
To our unwanted friends
Who we've shunned, who we've lost
Who we've trampled and tossed
Past due salutations
Winter jackets lie there like bodies
Ultraviolets give them cancer
Pray for those who fall out of fashion
They're cast aside
And drafted by the salvation army
So I will send
To our unwanted friends
Who we've shunned, who we've lost
Who we've trampled and tossed
Past due salutations
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Vaguely Alamosa
03:34
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Poor thing (she ran into the window)
I keep it clean (she'd make one lousy kamikaze)
Poor thing (she's brought a lot of bags along)
Her dad's so mean (or so she's saying, she's creating)
Poor thing (she's never seen an ocean)
Her mind is closed (her mind's not working)
She's vaguely Alamosa
She's small town charm with big town fantasy
And each new day I'm coming closer
To throwing it in
To living in sin
Please don't tell me she's all wrong
This feels too good
What should I do about her?
(Get out, get out...)
My head is swimming for sure
(Get out, get out...)
What should I do about her?
She's vaguely Alamosa
She's small town charm with big town fantasy
And each new day I'm coming closer
To throwing it in
To living in sin
Please don't tell me she's all wrong
This feels too good
What should I do about her?
(Get out, get out...)
My head is swimming for sure
(Go, leave now, don't you dare turn around again
Go, leave now, just go don't turn around)
What should I do about her?
Too late, I've fallen for her
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I live in a ghost town
Where a rooster is the mayor
And he speaks from up on top a broken Ford
It's all we can afford
But it keeps him honest
He wakes us up
At the crack of 9 or 10
And preaches once again
To a choir that's too far away to hear
Anything he says
Me, my wife, and the mayor is all that's left
Tonight the mayor is coming here for dinner
After that it will just be me and my wife
My sister's family lives in a better place
They send us pictures of the kids wearing Dodgers jerseys
And they're never coming back
But they send along their checks
And soon we'll join them
Under the table
My friends are able to
Pay for nice cars
Nice clothes, and apartments
Good schools for everyone
Clean lakes for fishing
And Mary is worshipped in cool air conditioning
It's all ours
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Jim Devlin 1849-1883
02:52
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Harry, my transgression
Demoralized my name
Please don't let it take away my life
Harry, I am dumb
Harry, I assure you
I only sold the game
To feed my little boy and clothe my wife
Harry, I am dumb
You don't owe me
I'm a beggar now, just crying at your feet
I've traveled miles just to be here
Hoping mercy will appear here
And grant forgiveness
I will mow the lawn
I will sweep the field
I will surely die without the game
Harry, I am dumb
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Katrina is her name
And like the hurricane
Every man she's touched she's turned to shambles
These players in her games
These horizontal-mambo flames
Clinging to their lives upon her candles
Still, she's so lovely when she smiles
There's little left to say
Just swim the other way
Though the gulf coast water's warm
It's rising
Still, she's so lovely when she smiles
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Chase Monday blues away
With donuts from yesterday
It's nice to know they value me
It's all there to fool you
Lay down your super powers
Your blood, your sweat, your private hours
And the boss is bound to notice you
It's all there to fool you
And it fooled me
And it fools you
So long, all this is wrong and so it's time to leave here
Countdown, won't see me frowning in my last few days here
Don't know, where I will land but I know I won't be here
I don't have a clue, where I will land but I know I won't be here
Hey where's that dead guy who used to live in my mirror?
Who sold his smile for $28,000 a year
A purple cube with a name plate too
A 401K it's okay cash it out 'cause I quit forever
That guy with the empty eyes
That guy with the empty soul
That guy with the broken heart
That guy shows his face no more
I don't want to ever see that me again
I don't long to ever be that me again
That guy with the empty eyes
That guy with the empty soul
That guy with the broken heart
That guy shows his face no more
That guy with the heart attack
That guy with the knots in his back
That guy who wants to murder his boss
It's not her fault that she's so clueless
I don't want to ever...
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Bijou Bridge
03:13
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Each morning he wanders away from his home in Acacia
Searching for pennies, across from the Denny's
He summons the courage to face us
'Cause he hates us
Us men and women
So evil-hearted
Our country's leaders
Don't get him started
Look out now, he's so mad he's-a-hopping
He might be harmless
But there's no stopping him
The kids, they stare
But no one else who passes seem to care
He's there
Sharing all the wisdom of a man who's lost his mind
On Bijou Bridge
He hates the cheaters
The welfare run of
The bottom feeders
Of which he's one of
Oh dear lord, he smells worse than you imagine
But in a mindset
In mental pageantry
He's king, this town
And all the passersby who watch the ground
Can't see
He's handing out the answers and they're absolutely free
On Bijou Bridge
He laughs and laughs in spite
There's something in the mountain air tonight, alright
He'll curse your god and spread his arms and take his final flight
Off Bijou Bridge
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Moonburn
04:21
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Got a moon burn last night
From the roof of my downtown apartment
While below the people
Danced and sang
Staggered home
And somehow made their way to their beds
Got a moon burn last night
Watched the street cleaner clean up my street
While the newspaper van man
Said hello
To a friend he knows
An officer who served for 30 years
My town settles down
This time of day
Can't it always be this way?
Got a moon burn last night
Raise a beer, here's a toast to the silence
Stay away horizon
Light of dawn
Lights are on
I hope it's just "illuma-pollution"
My town is a town
I'd like to keep
When all my problems are asleep
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Those Fortunate Ones
03:51
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(Here we go now)
No one's okay
Dazed in a maze of day-to-day
Searching for distant destinations for distraction
Shut your mouth
Look around
Smell some roses, kiss the ground
Roll in some hay with someone lovely
And try and be happy
Our moms and dads had little ones
And we're those fortunate ones
Thank you mom and thank you dad
We're those fortunate ones
By some grace of god
We weren't born from third-world wombs
Shaking off flies and deadly AIDS
That's not a good time place to be
Even if you're poor
You're one of the richest in the world
You're an American and there are reasons
Why everyone hates us
Our moms and dads had little ones
And we're those fortunate ones
Thank you mom and thank you dad
We're those fortunate ones
We're those fortunate ones
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Jeremy Facknitz Colorado
Jeremy Facknitz' style, continuously optimistic despite past battles with depression and alcoholism, epitomizes the strength of such confessional greats as Jim Croce and Gordon Lightfoot, with an obvious wink to Michael Penn in the chord changes, a nod to Radiohead in the rule-breaking, and an appreciation for melody and structure that would make Elvis Costello feel the torch had been passed. ... more
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