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83
03:35
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merchant jumps ship
he's an alien
homeland, speck of dust in the salty sea
but on the other side of town
on the other side around
there's a man
he's got your picture in the pages now
backflip and a drink in the bowery
take a dip off the rail when you're 83
end up on the other side
of the crazy house for a couple of days
did you reside?
you did reside
and i can't explain you
cause i never knew the true one
how could i desert you
when i was the one
that you didn't look over
we crossed the street
you were a drunken mess
i held your hand
oh for the life i feared
and every time i think
i have forgotten you
or i am on the brink of finding truth
so why don't you leave it up to me
i'll find a place and we'll never leave
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True Blue
03:09
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saw you walking down that one way road
but i don't make a sound i just want to go home
i was walking through the unlit past
if i were to cut a deal
and if you could to make it last
don't make it last
found myself adrift in a clouded scene
you were standing there
a dollar sticking from your jeans
i was there too
back corner, left side
shaking in my boots
and showing through the outcry
crumbling on inside
run straight through the field
i’ll stay behind the wheel
or go and make the steal
for the wrenches and the reel
you don't know which way
got to go anyway, either way
saw her walking down that one way road
made a sudden sound now i wanna go home
then i try and stumble back
but how the hours pass
i don't want to cut a deal
but if you could make it last
don't make it last
run straight through the field
stay behind the wheel
or go and make the steal
for the wrenches and the reel
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Already We Glide
02:09
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It takes a lot of patience
Child, believe me
To change the path in time
Say you don't need it
It won’t take a minute
Sneak a peek below, you're in it
Already we glide
On the wailing wave
We ride it this evening
Next december she'll decide
Just who sees straight
It won’t take a minute
Sneak a peek below, you're in it
Already we glide
Together this time
Still don’t know why
It takes a lot of patience
Child, believe me
To change the path in time
Say you don't need it
It won’t take a minute
Sneak a peek below, you're in it
Already we glide
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Dirtbag Town
03:24
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restless boy, ain't you on the race for loot?
better yet, they'll put you down the laundry chute
cause what you don't know
it's not gonna hurt you
so place your feet in my direction, let's go
20 miles north
sunk my head into the hills
lost 3 good mirrors
but i had my share of southern thrills
in my dirt bag town
the one they tried to lay me down
til i placed my feet in your direction
same old tricks as i gaze at the old reflections
and how they beg
to escape to some place
that the fuckers couldn't touch
from the unseen eye
that keeps us in the clutch
and sneaks out just in time
it's one shot, boy
why ain't you on the race for loot?
get up now
get down there to that avenue
cause what you don't know
it's not gonna hurt you
so take my word at hand
and we'll go home
i'll hit the road with your rejection
but in my longing arms is a good suggestion
if you’ll take your feet in my direction
no more tricks i’ll point mine and make no correction
no no no correction
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I was standing down in New York town one day,
Standing down in New York town one day,
Standing down in New York town one day,
Singing hey, hey, hey, hey.
Holdin' my last old dollar in my hand,
Holdin' my last old dollar in my hand,
Holdin' my last old dollar in my hand,
Singing hey, hey, hey, hey.
Every good man gets a little hard luck sometimes,
Every good man gets a little hard luck sometimes,
Every good man gets a little hard luck sometimes,
Singing hey, hey, hey, hey.
I was broke and I didn't have a dime,
I was broke and I didn't have a dime,
I was broke and I didn't have a dime,
Singing hey, hey, hey, hey.
Never comin' back to this man's town again,
Never comin' back to this man's town again,
Never comin' back to this man's town again,
Singing hey, hey, hey, hey.
I'm gonna ride that new morning railroad
I'm gonna ride that new morning train
I'm gonna ride that new morning train
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Turn Around
02:37
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You're the pot that I've been watching too long
And you just stopped at lukewarm
You know the dream that I've been putting all my weight on
Wouldn't even turn around
Now it’s all gone
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Peg And Awl (Trad.)
02:59
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In the days of eighteen and one
Peg and awl.
In the days of eighteen and one
Peg and awl.
In the days of eighteen and one
Peggin' shoes is all I done.
Hand me down my pegs, my pegs, my pegs, my awl.
In the days of eighteen and two
Peg and awl.
In the days of eighteen and two
Peg and awl.
In the days of eighteen and two
Peggin' shoes is all I do.
Hand me down my pegs, my pegs, my pegs, my awl.
In the days of eighteen and three
Peg and awl.
In the days of eighteen and three
Peg and awl.
In the days of eighteen and three
Peggin' shoes is all you'd see.
Hand me down my pegs, my pegs, my pegs, my awl.
In the days of eighteen and four
Peg and awl.
In the days of eighteen and four
Peg and awl.
In the days of eighteen and four
I said I'd peg them shoes no more.
Throw away my pegs, my pegs, my pegs, my awl.
They've invented a new machine
Peg and awl.
They've invented a new machine
Peg and awl.
They've invented a new machine
Prettiest little thing you ever seen.
Throw away my pegs, my pegs, my pegs, my awl.
Make one hundred pair to my one
Peg and awl.
Make one hundred pair to my one
Peg and awl.
Make one hundred pair to my one
Peggin' shoes it ain't no fun.
Throw away my pegs, my pegs, my pegs, my awl.
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Nightmare Bottom
03:51
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face the day like you want
but the illusion is crumbling down
the nightmare bottom revealed
as nothing but fury and sound
we don't talk about
what you don't know
but we can sing and dance the show
take the bow while you can
fate will bite you in the end
the reaper in the mirror
and the jester at your door
we don't talk about
what you don't know
but we can sing it
and put on the show
well i guess you already know
we've been sneakin’ in and out
sowing seeds of doubt
along on the avenue
with calloused heels from barefoot walks
though it must have been my fault
when it came unglued
somehow i felt renewed
face the day like you want
but the illusion is crumbling down
the nightmare bottom revealed
as nothing but fury and sound
and it’s crumbling down
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King Without a Frown
02:37
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Obsessively resistant
Sure it still shows
But I got no explanation
All the power of my will it takes
To contain such information
Screaming I don't know
From the castle door
How's it look from the wise side of the hook
And it's sinking into my gills again
If I had some common sense
I guess my excuses could be endless
But i knew it from the start
If i'd just trust my gut's direction
Screaming mission abort
Abandon ship, all on board
Instead i'm drinking and i'm drifting
Down the primrose path i walk
On better days i don’t talk
Oh sweet darling motivation
How I pine for your lack of contemplation
Meet me at hq, central station for recalibration
Were it easy with a pent up head
I’d be begging for my soul’s sedation
But one should base it on the facts
It’s worse to contain such information
And to never know
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Strange Dream Song
03:01
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Sal Fiteni Lindenhurst, New York
Old time music for modern day lovers
Formerly Slip Silver. I also make music in bands such as Sister Kisser, Crow Bait, Dino Boys, and Troubled Hearts.
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