1. |
Convertible
05:31
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Got a car, drive it loud
I let a little roll off and catch the rest on ten
Everything I wanted was half of what they gave me
And all the rest was taken in twos and the ever-willing threes
All alone on the road
Twist of signs, kick of gravel, and the sway of trees
And all the fruit was never enough to keep me grounded
Flight over fight, or feeling open too much to bite
I'm wasted on the wrong track
A sputtering of headlights on the horizon
I'm burnt out, I've peeled through
And at the speed I'm going I don't think at all
Everything I brought was a gun, bag of tobacco,
And a necklace with a ruby star
All alone with a list
Lot clerks, wives, and the rest down the road
And all their lives were never enough to keep me grounded
Fight after fight and still to the embarrassed flea
I'm wasted on the wrong track
A sputtering of headlights on the horizon
But given my head, it's the one way
Given my head, it's the one way
Given my head , it's the one way
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2. |
Sunshine Moonshine
03:08
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Sunshine, sunshine
Moonshine, moonshine
Sunshine, sunshine
Moonshine, moonshine
Fall, fall, fall asleep
Fall, fall, fall deep asleep
Wake up, wake up
You're dead, you're dead
Wake up, wake up
You're dead, you're dead
You're dead, you're dead
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3. |
Let Her Go
05:36
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You've always been alone
Then you went and found a new home
The warmest one you've ever known
Then she had to go
You had to play another show
You had to play another show
Just let her go
Just let her go
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
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4. |
Tough Love
05:22
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And in my head it's a broken bottle,
splayed out along a concrete line
A steaming grate on a black dirt road,
the heart of a home at the end of a hollow
And all of our words are forever blown out,
Gushing along the narrow seams
And tracing their source, it just won't do
It's at the root of I don't know
In sawed off mountains and underground swells
I've never seen a place so mean
The jagged dealings and crooked gaffes
And eyes so yellow and full of retreat
And in my head there's a righteous swell
A home to bats and son gone in
Before I knew its name
I saw it on the screen
And now it is me
I'm acting in the fuzz
And for a tragedy
I play
The part pretty damn well
And all it knows to do is hold on
And now I'm tied to myself in a cave
A far retreat from a distant Earth
I'm sewn to shadows in a play of light
Dance harder, remind me
And now it's gospel heaven sent
Plenty of her pockets up for lease
And drain my head for what it's worth
Heaven relies on the blank
And now it is me
I'm acting in the fuzz
And for a tragedy
I play
The part pretty damn well
And all it knows to do is hold on
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5. |
Wash Me Away
05:47
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6. |
Lit. Piggy
06:22
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This little piggy was born
In 1984
With a silver spoon in his mouth
In line for the smorgasbord
He's got a lot of daddy issues
He lied given its his job
He's got a bill in hand and jumbled
And now he's in line for the ride out
Eat up, looking for his sword
Ring around her eye and his gaze
And he's now leading babies to his bedroom door
And its on the way to a better life and it goes
And now he has arrived
A court to call all his own
But before he knows the mountains of wild beer
Shuffled in by the mountain pound
And he's got a girl on his side
She's alright
And now he's got hair on his nose and it goes
Now he doesn't know anything
He should find a different home so innocent
It's his mess it's alright by him
No physical grabbing, no memories of his past
And that's the sound of moss on a rolling stone
And that's the sound of moss on a rolling stone
And that's the sound of moss on a rolling stone
And that's the sound of moss on a rolling
Yeah that's the sound of moss on a rolling stone
Yeah that's the sound of moss on a rolling stone
Yeah that's the sound of moss on a rolling stone
Rolling stone, rolling stone, rolling stone,
Stone
Now we're tethered to the basement floor
Strapped down with a needle tied to their arm and it goes
Straight to the floor
Don't bring us around
I don't think I know
It's my favorite place
Don't bring us down
I can feel my head
Don't bring us down
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7. |
Long Hairs
04:51
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I'm breaking bread on a rural dispute
The plot of land to the tree lines mine
I've got my worries at hand
In the woods they built a stage
With lights on top burning desires
I've got my arms outstretched
And in the wake of a broken town
A dead-end valley between two hills
I've got my back on the floor
But if we move it's a circle around
And back through this barren space
A mirage, a sour dream
I've got my land in the void
It's hardly enough to focus my eyes
And never mind what I can't see
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8. |
Shadows On Shadows
05:53
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Shadows on shadows
Climb the walls and get so high
Only to fall
Feathers in the wind
Get blown away every day
Every day
Like a stone finding home
Near the river overflowing
Getting washed away
Go with the flow
A scary show on the water
May get slaughtered
Running valleys through the hills
Against my will I can't hide
Ever keep still
Not like a freight train goin down
Over the horizon far away
No not far away
Here she comes dressed in black
Blowin' smoke like a heart attack
Or a Cadillac
Drivin blind through darkened streets
There we meet in the alley
Near the valley
Moonless night on the river
Maybe the wind won't blow
And I won't have to go
But they're running wherever she calls
And after all we could be
We could be
Shadows on shadows
Climb the walls to get so high
Only to fall
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9. |
Palindrome
05:36
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All around, at the top,
Of a house, at the end of a street,
We wait
For a cue, another kind of sound
Be it above, or from below
Splayed out on sofas, and hangin from rafters
It's best to keep the ones that never sleep
For fear of missing a chance
To float, to tear at an open head
That's droning, bellowing, and poking at an open sore
That just won't heal
The rising light that dims the blind eye
So leave me alone with my songs
While I hum to sleep
The sights are racing on my crooked body
The back of my eyes, are barely curtains
And then there's everything else
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Melk Athens, Ohio
Melk is what you drink by the crick when you warsh your pellows.
It's also what happens when 3 Midwest
natives who've been playing music longer than their parents would have probably liked find themselves connecting in the Athens art scene.
Jacob's from Johnstown, PA and takes pictures at OU.
JJ's from Athens and has written more songs than Bob Dylan.
C:/Lee's from Columbus and writes bios.
... more
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