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Devil Town
00:50
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I was livin' in a devil town
Didn't know it was a devil town
Oh lord it really brings me down
About the devil town
And all my friends were vampires
Didn't know they were vampires
Turns out I was a vampire myself
In the devil town
I was livin' in a devil town
Didn't know it was a devil town
Oh lord it really brings me down
About the devil town
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2. |
She Moved to Fairfax
02:34
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Been down this road before,
Two-window room soft mandolin with a chance to blow,
Stuck inside my chances are fading
Only have a dozen or one remaining,
I pinned my grief to your feelings for so long
But the truth is, Morgan, I could’ve sang another song.
She moved to Fairfax, her piece of the American Dream
Well, I still got the DC blues and I’m waiting to proceed
She moved to Fairfax, her piece of the American Dream
I still got the DC blues and I’m waiting to proceed
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Faux Leather
01:52
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he table is set and the food is ready,
There’s a gift for you on the floor,
I’d make it all extra-special
If we had Christmas together once more.
The house is clean, the spread is prepared,
I feel like the odd man out.
Under cover of darkness, you and I sneak out to the park,
A flame that burned bright until it didn’t.
I’ve got this faux leather jacket,
It fits me loose and runs too hot
Still, I’ve kept it all these years,
A piece of us beckoning from the closet door.
I’ve got this faux leather memory,
It hangs around and colors my world
Still, I’ve kept it all these months,
A beautiful banner, but one I shouldn’t unfurl.
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4. |
Early Morning Rain
04:14
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In the early morning rains, with a dollar in my hand
There's an aching in my heart and my pockets full of sand
I'm a long way from home and I miss my loved ones so
In the early morning rain with no place to go
Out on runway number nine, big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here in the grass where the cold wind blows.
Now, the liquor tasted good and the women all were fast
Well, there she goes, my friend, she'll be rollin' down at last
Hear the mighty engines roar, see the silver bird on high
She's away and westward bound, far above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall and the sun always shines
She'll be flying over my home in about three hours time
This old airport's got me down, it's no earthly good to me
And I'm stuck here on the ground, as cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train,
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
You can't jump a jet plane like you can a freight train,
So I'd best be on my way in the early morning rain
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5. |
Glimpse of a Chickadee
00:48
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[instrumental]
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I’ve been a wild rover for many a year,
And I spent all my money on women and beer
Some pick you up, others put you down
In times of trouble, there’s not a friend to be found.
I’ve done wrong, with plenty of regrets
Lust and desperation put my fins in the net.
But if I fainted in your arms would you carry me home?
if I fainted in your arms would you carry me home?
I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer
And it's no, nay, never
No, nay never no more
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more
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7. |
Osprey
03:27
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In my strange dark room,
Lost in the bitterness of receding youth,
I rest my eyes and dream of you.
Liquid crystal display,
It’s got nothing to say today,
The world is falling away from me
Young male returns to hallowed ground,
Talons sink into earthen memories
An hour or two for a chick
Same swooping instinct,
It’s nature’s business to leave you alone
You wouldn’t have known me then,
So desperate the Capitol folded me in,
Remembering clues in curved writing
Aluminum in a styrofoam can
In my strange dark room,
I hide the pills and dream of you
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8. |
Tracing
02:11
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If I could trace the line back to a rhyme
It would say “I’m hanging in without you.”
On your last day we stopped and said hello
To a man I gave five dollars to
Admitting that you never expected
Surprised I haven’t felt neglected
All the faults, and the cracks, you’ve seen and understood.
I miss you.
Please be safe.
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Mexican Cocoa
03:13
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Memories of Mexican cocoa and chocolate scones,
clouds of smoke disappear into November,
Pitch black colors the sky
I’m wondering if the best has happened yet,
Not knowing what that is,
Do I still have a reason to try?
Somewhere off Broadway I’m dreaming in real time,
Somewhere off Broadway I’m feeling quite pure,
Somewhere off Broadway, I’ve returned to myself, somehow
It was in the back of my mind, near the curtain call.
I heard you confess, give voice to your distress,
The show is over but the feeling lingers on (X2)
Somewhere off Broadway I’m dreaming in real time,
Somewhere off Broadway I’m feeling quite pure,
Somewhere off Broadway, I’ve returned to myself, somehow
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10. |
Quiet Fireworks
00:28
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In the quiet moments, I can feel you wrapped around me.
Accepting what I am,
And believing in the great untapped
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C.W. Franz Chicago, Illinois
Enterprising poet with a strange taste in music. Butchering everything from folk to musique concrete or something.
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