1. |
Time To Go
03:52
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Emily, I'm scared to death, I wrote the lyrics on my arm.
We're ten paces away from this mess and you fire with your loaded tongue.
And you say
you could've loved me better than this.
Its's gonna hurt like a bitch,
I'm goin out west yeah,
to try to find myself again.
Rosie I apologize, I didn't have enough heart left.
But I remember drivin with you with the Jameson on my breath.
And you said
You could've loved me better than this.
It's gonna hurt like a bitch,
I'm goin out west yeah,
to try to forget this.
And I still believe in the wild nights,
and I can't see with the blood in my eyes,
now there's no one left to say it's almost time, it's almost time to go.
Between you and me, most the time I'm drunk.
And when we're all livin out our dreams there just aint much time for love.
And I'll say
you could've done me better than this,
it always hurts like a bitch,
I'm goin out west yeah,
to try to forget this.
And I still believe in the wild nights,
And I can't see with the blood in my eyes,
now there's no one left to say it's almost time, it's almost time to go.
I can't believe what I've done with my life,
and all these things I behold with my eyes,
now there's no one left to say it's almost time, almost time to go.
And I still believe in the wild nights,
and all these things I can't keep inside,
now there's no one left to say it's almost time, it's almost time to go.
Emily, I'm scared to death, I wrote the lyrics on my arm.
We're ten paces away from this mess and you fire with your loaded tongue.
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2. |
Maybe I Will
04:25
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July came and took my breath away. Goin 60 on 7 and drunk in a bad way.
I never asked before, but if I did would you lend me a hand?
I always thought I'd grow up to be a better man.
And these stars, they wake up my memory- burnin out like an earthbound airplane,
somewhere in the back of my mind it never seems to fade away.
I was just a dumb kid, never meant for nothin to go wrong with us, to go wrong with us but it did, oh hell it did.
But the sun still rises, I'm still alive, yeah. And I keep thinkin someday I'll leave this town.
Maybe I will.
Always the same around here, some things never change, some of us are still wishin for a better day.
Now and then I see your face on the city streets.
I wonder if it does to you what it does to me.
And these stars, they wake up my memory- burnin out like an earthbound airplane,
somewhere in the back of my mind it never seems to fade away.
I was just a dumb kid, never meant for nothin to go wrong with us, to go wrong with us but it did, oh hell it did.
But the sun still rises, I'm still alive, yeah. And I keep thinkin someday I'll leave this town.
Maybe I will.
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3. |
All Kinds of Hell
03:25
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You're so divine and your heart is free, while you're slippin beneath the sheets with everyone, but me.
How I wish it wouldn't hold me up, while I'm dying for a bit of your touch; somethin sweet to say or how you brush your hair away.
And if you want to see me go through hell then you do it well.
You got those eyes, you're a real live wire. Singin along to the songs I wrote, or the Boss on the radio.
How I wish it wouldn't hold me up, while I'm dying for a bit of your touch; somethin sweet to say or how you brush your hair away.
And if you want to see me go through hell then you do it well.
I've been thinkin about you and the day I fell, and if you want to see me go through hell then you do it well.
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4. |
Water on Stone
04:48
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The old man tells me it's gonna eat away,
until you find a place to rest.
I've got 6 bucks and old pack of smokes that I don't use- seems to be all I've got left.
I've got hands good for workin, I aint good at cursin and I drink too much for my own good.
The question never seems to be how'd I lose that part of me but if I shouldn't or if I should.
Babe, baby's gone and I'm in the front room alone.
Twisted up in Clapton and soul, it cuts away like water on stone.
Cut's away like water on stone.
It's been 3 months since the factory made a ghost town of the community,
but that's the way it's always been.
Off 14 but not too far they turned it into a trailer park,
there will never be a farm out there again.
I've got blue jeans from that last summer- stains from the truck I was workin under,
it's got holes like mirrors for my heart.
The hard part aint fixin things, learnin how to play or sing, but findin out just where you should start.
Babe, baby's gone and I'm in the front room alone.
Twisted up in Clapton and soul, it cuts away like water on stone.
Cuts away like water on stone.
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5. |
Stella
04:25
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I drank a case while thinkin and wonderin how I'm gonna pick up all the things you left lyin around.
And all your friends hate me and your daddy said that boy better not think about comin round here again.
I'm a liar babe, found your ring underneath the bed and all our dreams go down the same.
And it's a shame, it's a cryin, cryin shame.
I wish you'd come over and leave your pain,
I know that you're heartsick and I'm to blame,
Well, you were warned once before, my heart's a whore and I'll only stick around you for awhile,
Goddamn child, I aint ever gonna change, Goddamn child.
I woke up at noon, poundin head and a vinyl flu- these songs suddenly seem to be about me and you,
my thoughts escape me and you're down again, you say you aint been the same and you break where you used to bend.
And I'm a liar babe, found your ring underneath the bed and all our dreams go down the drain.
And it's a shame, it's a cryin, cryin shame.
I wish you'd come over and leave your pain,
I know that you're heartsick and I'm to blame,
Well, you were warned once before, my heart's a whore and I'll only stick around you for awhile,
Goddamn child, I aint ever gonna change, Goddamn child.
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6. |
Out of Our Hands
04:15
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Made time with a Georgia girl, daddy left her a habit and a GTO.
All that's left of her now are some vinyls and a bottle of Old Crow.
We'll press on if we can, but has this faith ever saved anyone?
We'll press on if we can, even though we know- it's into the fire and out of our hands.
I've been walkin the streets alone, my wife's got time to pick that bone.
There's a raven on my back, coughin up the smoke from my lungs.
We'll press on if we can, but has this faith ever saved anyone?
We'll press on if we can, even though we know- it's into the fire and out of our hands.
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7. |
Against the Night
03:51
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Remember when we were young?
We thought this ink would never fade,
and you can do what you've gotta do, do what you should've done-
words that you would've said, songs that we should've sung,
and what do I want from you?
You can hold me up when I'm drunk,
and believe my bitter lies,
and you can guard against the wicked things-
you can arm me against the night, you can arm me against the night.
I can see you in a river town,
with the mesquite's on wuthering heights.
I spent an hour with you by the road, turnin over old stones
runnin through the same old, what we will or what we won't.
And what I need from you.
You can help me up when I'm stoned,
and forget these bitter fights.
You can ward away the wicked things,
and you can arm me against the night.
You can arm me against the night.
Hold me, you'll see, we're not better off alone.
Hold me, you'll see, we're not better off alone.
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8. |
Dead Horse
03:31
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I'm wonderin where I've been- I'm goin down to the cemetary to visit your old man. And his Olds '88 is still in the garage, I had you in the back seat so many times I nearly forgot.
Riding high, drivin slow,
with a clouded mind and a treacherous radio.
I spend so much time on my own, between the long nights and the cocaine even you couldn't save my soul.
And Delilah's by the phone, wonderin f you're comin back home.
Delilah wants to know, are you gonna see your kids tonight, are you gonna do me wrong?
This town has changed, with these songs,
one dead horse with a broken back and I can't ride it for long.
You're lookin good like you always do,
but I can't remember the boys in the band or the words I wrote for you.
Screamin loud, talkin slow.
And now there aint nothing good on the radio.
And I still love you so, I'd like to go home but I don't know the roads.
And Delilah's by the phone, wonderin f you're comin back home.
Delilah wants to know, are you gonna see your kids tonight, are you gonna do me wrong?
And Delilah's by the phone, wonderin f you're comin back home.
Delilah wants to know, are you gonna see your kids tonight, are you gonna do me wrong?
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9. |
Runaways
04:14
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You and me walk down the road, by the river kickin stones,
waitin for midday. Who needs school anyway?
You say we should leave this town, by tomorrow we could be found so far away, so far away.
Well, you wear your tight jeans, I'll see you later.
I'll wear my t-shirts and aviators, when the sun shines.
For so long now I've been lonely, I got lucky cause you're the only one that's mine.
Let's run away, where the streets are new, there's nobody who knows our names.
Run away, to a southern beach that we've never seen in our days.
And all the people gonna talk about how, we walked out on the whole town.
Maybe they will stop and say, whatever happened to the runaways?
You and me walk down the road, by the river fightin the cold to the station, we're on our way love.
We'll take a south-bound somewhere nice, anywhere's got to be better than this place- wouldn't you say?
Well, you wear your tight jeans, I'll see you later.
I'll wear my t-shirts and aviators, when the sun shines.
For so long now I've been lonely, I got lucky cause you're the only one that's mine.
Let's run away, where the streets are new, there's nobody who knows our names.
Run away, to a southern beach that we've never seen in our days.
And all the people gonna talk about how, we walked out on the whole town.
Maybe they will stop and say, whatever happened to the runaways?
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