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Pale Horse
04:22
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Lay it on me, the fire and the brimstone
I have wandered through the darkness of catacombs
I’ve been praying that I might cross this threshold
Must I suffer the fate of the unfaithful?
They say you reap just what you sow
As above and so below
I fed the flames with bellows
I watched them rise, I watched them rise
I’m a cipher, I’m a lifer
Watch the flames grow higher
I’m a moonshiner, I’m a pale horse rider
You might find me asleep ‘neath the weeping willow
Roaming the streets after the bars close with no place to go
I’m a pariah, my hand against every man that I’ve known
But I’m no liar, nothing to tell ‘fore I hang from the gallows
They say you reap just what you sow
As above and so below
I fed the flames with bellows
I watched them rise, I watched them rise
I’m a cipher, I’m a lifer
Watch the flames grow higher
I’m a moonshiner, I’m a pale horse rider
I watched them rise…
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Fading fast, they say the good times don’t last
And the folks who still try are living in the past
Dreams soften, they become like old friends
That you think about often but you never call them
Every Saturday night you leave the house
Searching for the magic you once took for granted
But nine times out of ten I fall through the cracks
Like cigarette ash someone sweeps up in the morning
One for my lover, two for the wine
The lines on my face and the ties that bind
It’s the wind in the pines, it’s a crooked bloodline
Closing time, tumblin’ three sheets to the wind
I spent every last dime I earned at my shift
Watching drunk kids at the diner
Driving nice cars, on their phones
Someday they’ll be signing my paychecks
They don’t even tip the waitress
But who the hell am I? Just some bastard of buckaroo
Who never left his hometown, who’s dreams are long overdue
You can find me at a tavern chasin’ bourbon with beer
In some strip mall sprawl at the edge of the western frontier
One for the wicked, two for the holy
Three for the paradigm shifting ever so slowly
It’s a lonely decline when your well runs dry
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Fever Valley Pitch
03:14
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Raising Cane by the moon
White River Junction
The sunrise came too soon
It’s time to punch in
Burn the candle at both ends
Fumbling through the darkness
Paint the town red as rum
Burn every bridge
It's no surprise it came to this
Fever Valley Pitch
Doubts have hardened
Hearts have calloused
Trying to outrun this madness
I’m burnin’ up
How far down do I gotta dig till I’m on the other side of it?
Clouds have parted
Heat is rising
Patch me up with a silver lining
I’m burnin’ up
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Sedona
03:03
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I can hear you breathing on the end of the line
There’s nothing left to say
But we hang on for another moment or two
Cos we know everything’s about to change
It’s midnight at a truck stop
Ooh, my eyes are bloodshot
Gonna drive all night, put some distance between us
A friend told me ‘bout this place north of Phoenix
Sedona
We didn’t work this hard just to let it slip away
I was always in it for keeps
Neither of us are wrong ‘bout why we couldn’t make it right
Starting over just got lonelier each time we tried
Headlights on the blacktop
Moon over the cash crops
Well the needle’s dropping fast and the ashtray’s fillin’ up
And I’m still a long, long ways from Sedona
Driving through the desert towards the Arizona line
With the windows down, cool air rushing inside
Let it soothe my soul, let it ease my mind
I’ve got a ways to go but I got plenty of time
Red rocks risin’, shadows fallin’
I can hear your voice through the canyons calling
I used to like the feeling of starting over
Put the pedal to the floor, I’m getting closer to Sedona
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Riverbed
02:33
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In the dog days of the summer
The heat’s so thick you could sweep it in
And the feeling that I’m under
Is gonna stick around, baby, it don’t quit
It’s nothing new and it’s no excuse
I watch the dawn come on slowly every morning
When I walk down to the river’s edge
I’m so tired I could curl up in that riverbed
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Cenote Saloon
04:36
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Sirens calling, calling me back
‘Neath them waters where I would descend
Like a sinking ship on the horizon
Like a setting sun reveals a sky full of diamonds
When them sirens cast their spell on me
I cast my silver into the sea
I’ll be drowning these wounds in a cenote saloon
Ooh, them daughters will soothe your sorrows
You’ll need not worry until tomorrow
They’ll take you back to the farm
Lead you away arm in arm
At the bottom of them limestone canyons
Fallen angels and drifting phantoms
I’ll be drowning my sorrows in a cenote saloon
I don’t mind drowning these blues in a cenote saloon
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Sidereal
01:29
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Any Neon Sign
04:13
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I am mystified looking through your eyes
You’re not innocent and neither am I
In the pale moonlight you see me as I am
Eyes of obsidian, skin of porcelain
I find your hand in the dark, take it in mine
I wonder where I am along your lifeline
You always said I hold you right up at the edge
But I’m not the man I used to be
I always took myself so seriously
Before you go changing your mind again
Won’t you take me out tonight in the pale moonlight so true?
Any neon sign will do
Time keeps passing like sand through my hands
And all I’m asking is for a little piece of land
So I can build towards something and finally get ahead
Something that won’t vanish soon as I cash my check
Before I go changing my mind again
I’ve got a vision and I’ve got to see it through
Any neon sign will do
I like that wild hair and that look in your eyes
It says ‘I wanna get into some trouble with you tonight’
On the jukebox Patsy’s singing
“I Love You So Much That It Hurts”
Put your arms around me darlin’
We don’t have to say the words
Oh, I’ll go anywhere with you
But any neon sign will do
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9. |
Midnight Angel
04:44
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They say that Satan swims in the bottle
And that bottle is a portal straight to hell
He’ll pull you down and fill you with his darkness
He’ll creep into your conscience
& possess your heart and soul
When my will is weak and my outlook’s bleak I go wanderin’
Lookin’ for to ease my mind
No higher power can provide the comfort that I seek
No one can sympathize quite like the bottle
And I know the good Lord knows I’ve been unfaithful
I just hope that he’s still listening
Yeah I sure hope he ain’t already cut the cable
When I pray for him to send me a midnight angel
Midnight angel, oh, sweet angel
I pray the Lord will send down a midnight angel
Won’t you peel me off this barstool and pull me in real close?
Press your lips to mine, suck the devil right out of my soul
And in the morning when I wake I will see the light
If I live to see another day I will be so grateful…
For my midnight angel, oh, sweet angel
I pray the lord will send down a midnight angel
Fallen angel, oh, sweet angel
I pray the Lord will send down a midnight angel
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10. |
Spring Tide
03:26
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Red, Wild Poppy
Orange, Marigold
Yellow, Butterflower
A spring tide in my soul
Green, leaves of lime
Blue, Ultramarine
Purple, Judas Flower
A dream within a dream
Your heart and my heart
Are very old friends
Oh, we drift through time
Like cottonwood carried by the wind
How long have I been sleeping?
Lungs are breathing, heart’s still beating
I can feel your hand in mine
I can hear the songbird singing
Oh, my blood’s been waiting
For true love to unfold
When our hearts align
A spring tide in my soul
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Tennessee
04:49
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I know you ain’t satisfied
It’s why you can’t sleep at night
Cos when the light fills the sky
It drains the life out of you
So you sleep all day and rise with the moon
I can’t tell you nothing you don’t already know
Just promise to go easy on yourself
But I know you won’t
Cos you can’t escape this place and time
You just wait for something good to come along
Remember when we drank our way
From Memphis down to New Orleans?
Got kicked out of every honky tonk in between
We left some jealous husbands in the dust
Lord it’s true
We watched some tearful women
Fade away in our rearview
Let’s rewind to a time
When the red wine flowed
Rolled out to Tennessee
Never planned on going home
You married Mindy
& moved up to Lexington
I didn’t have it in me
So I went back to where I’m from
I picked up some bad habits
I grew ugly and numb
My heart was as dark as the nights were long
My eyes were as grey as the skies in Portland, Oregon
I tried to drink away my sorrows
But my sorrows learned to swim
Are you nursing your pain
Or are you feeding it?
Well I’ve got no one to blame
Only faces to forget
I put myself through hell
Came crawling back again
I met a good woman and you got divorced
You came back, guess it’s par for the course
I’m telling you things that you don’t want to hear
Outside it’s raining in reverse like the bubbles in this beer
All the things we cannot change
So we learn from the pain
And there’s no going back
As we break from the traps
We’ve clung to since we were young
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12. |
Rare Italian Breed
04:21
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Rhinestones, rainbows, angels smilin’ on me
I’m so thankful, the tank’s full of gasoline
Cruising slow with no particular place to go
I’ve got my rare Italian breed asleep in the backseat
Hold me closer, her hourglass eyes
Are telling me we’ve only got so much time
It’s not what it seems, the body is a blindfold
And my baby’s been breaking me in
She’s a rare Italian breed
Somethin’ you don’t often see
Passing through your town, cruising slow
Rhinestones, rainbows
The angels must be smilin’ down on me
I’m so thankful, she’s my one and only
Slow dancing beneath the mirror ball
Slow dancing, all eyes are on her
She’s a rare Italian breed, somethin’ you don’t often see
Passing through your town, cruising slow
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