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We're All We Got
03:01
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Back home they pass Christmas Day by killing something wild
And mark the years by where they stripped the soil away
Mama wouldn’t let Daddy use the good towels
On account of that black dust and West Virginia clay
We’re all we got
Just a bunch of half empties, a couple last shots
We’re all we got
Just a pile of forgotten forget-me-nots
Ain’t nobody gotta tell us, baby
We know we’re in a real tight spot
We’re all we got
Down here, I spend long hours with regret and nicotine
My bones are tired, but my heart’s an unpinned hand grenade
The Cumberland River’s holding all the stars tonight
And up ahead there’s a point in the road where my luck’s gotta change
CHORUS
Only the one-offs, only the dislodged, only the never fit-ins
Only the loose change, only the called names, only the might-have-beens
Know the way I feel tonight
CHORUS
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Spent Monday nights by the guitar amps
Drinking that beer with the screw-off caps
Nobody anywhere could tell us what to do
We were staying up til we made it
What ever happened to the groove my brother?
Used to sit around and try to move each other
But nobody wants to rock n roll no more
Nobody wants to rock n roll no more
Ooh-oooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
We camped out for the record release
Head full of music and axle grease
Drumming on the pavement, sleeping when we could
Dancing with the girls from beer bar
Now all of those girls went and moved uptown
They’re driving the carpool and looking worn down
Cuz nobody wants to rock n roll no more
Nobody wants to rock n roll no more
Solo
Nobody wants to rock n roll no more
Nobody wants to rock n roll no more
No, nobody wants to rock n roll no more
Nobody wants to rock n roll no more
Ooh-oooh-ooh
Ooh-oooh-ooh
Ooh-oooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
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Dabbs Avenue
03:34
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I killed time today down along Dabbs Avenue
I stood there with my skeleton covered in memories of you
If time is just a dancer twirling farther and farther away
Well, today, I was I dancer too
I caught my reflection down along Dabbs Avenue
There was dust on all of my edges and cobwebs on my shoes
The sidewalk wore a shadow that might’ve been your dress
But I guess I’ve been a shadow too
I’ve made peace with this life of mine
Where you never cross my mind
You just hang there all the time
Thought I saw you haunting a bench down along Dabbs Avenue
With a halo of leaves round your ankles and a new switchblade tattoo
If you’re off to heaven or the oblivion motel
This place is hell without you
I’ve made peace with this life of mine
Where you never cross my mind
You just hang there all the time
All along Dabbs Avenue
The crows appear on cue
And wasting away is easy to do
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Sunshine State
03:32
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Michael, it’s me, I can’t believe I finally got your phone number
Took three shots of Beam and a pool hall queen to get it out of Fat Jay
He says you’re down doing chores for the narcos
Looking behind you for shadows
But, Michael, don’t you worry
These days, I’m living straight
You can stop running
I ain’t gonna track you down in the Sunshine State
You were just a kid making sucker bets out on the fire escape
Packing sandwich bags, copping a couple drags, we burned through the night
We didn’t know a thing about regret then
Living with the savagery of dead men
CHORUS
Heard that you got made, powder and razor blades, while I was on the inside
Did you serve it out ever thinking bout the twenty years you put me in for?
Nevermind, I don’t wanna know the answer
That kind of thing’ll kill you like a cancer
CHORUS
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Carmen
03:15
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I got a baby named Carmen
She lives upstairs in motel room 252
She’s got pennies in her shoes
We go dancing with the sailors
She tips the band so they’ll play her “Sweet Caroline”
I hold her hand in mine
Oh Carmen
I’m giving up on ever being sad again
Oh Carmen
I swear we're done with ever being sad
I was the president of losing
Ten or twenty years spent cruising Calamity Lane
My heart was circling the drain
Then she covered everything in starlight
Somehow the trouble's all right with her at the wheel
We're all chromium and steel
CHORUS
Someday we're gonna make ends meet
We'll go to dinner on the street where the rich people go
We'll swallow everything so
Then I’m gonna find a little blue house
We’ll peel potatoes on a couch someone left on the curb
We’ll sow our seeds in the dirt
CHORUS
CHORUS
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Highway Lights
03:20
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I rode it til the wheels came off
Down by the depot, blade in my pocket
Mud in the cuff of my jeans
Center of my heart just a bottle rocket
Those highway lights
Pouring cross the billboards
Painting all of Sunrise Heights
Shining like a rock chord
Some day I’m gonna join them
Some day I’m gonna get it right
Cutting through the night
Just a highway light
Underneath the overpass
Counting dimes and nickels in jelly jars
Waiting on the evening rush
10 thousand heartaches in 10 thousand cars
CHORUS
Now I’m old
Older than I ever thought I’d be
Sleeping neath the auto parts store marquee
CHORUS
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Half-Hearted Angel
03:36
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There’s a little old rain cloud
Parked over my head now
And it shadows me
In honky tonk blue
But I can’t find the jukebox
And someone ran the band off
Left me dancing
In impractical shoes
You know what they say about half-hearted angels like me
Some girls wear welcome signs
Free as blown dandelions
But I don’t shine like that
Anymore
Instead I burn neon
If there’s a barstool to lean on
And fade away
When they show me the door
You know what they say about half-hearted angels like me
We spend all our nights pinning hopes where our wings used to be
If you see me uptown
With my halo worn down
Just pray that you’ll never be a half-hearted angel like me
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You're Always Drunk
02:12
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We’ll go round and round this like we always do
Cuz when your blood's full of bourbon ain’t a damn thing new
Same soup, reheated
Same dough, re-kneaded
We’re still me and you
And you’re always drunk
Nobody else has got your talent for the lame excuse
Or your flair for pointing fingers when all hell breaks loose
While you’re wisecracking, I’ll be upstairs packing
I’m done with this
Cuz you’re always drunk
Don’t know where I’m going
Just somewhere without your face
’ll sleep out in a phone booth
It’s still better than this place where you’re always always always always
Go on and find some bottle you can lean upon
A couple sips of liquor to tell you I’m dead wrong
To you and your alter egos
Vaya con dios
Ain’t me it’s you
You’re always drunk
Ain’t no hope for this
Cuz you’re always, always, always, always, always, always, always, always drunk
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Let Me Down Again
02:57
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I can see it now, you were always on the run
Looking to get shattered
Day drinking brandy, hiding from the sun
Trying to believe that none of it mattered
I bought you some weed
We smoked it in the backseat
You ran your fingers round the Cadillac logo
Nobody’s ever
Gonna be someone
Who can up and let me down again
Nobody’s ever
Gonna be someone
Who can up and let me down again
Money in the mattress, pills on the floor
Baby, you look tired
It don’t keep me going like it did before
Running round town all empty and wired
I’m gonna go straight
I’m gonna cash my chips in
You can have the car and the box in the basement
CHORUS
CHORUS
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Valentine
02:56
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Akron, Ohio, winter of ’89
That’s what it says on the back of the snapshot
Under the word “Valentine”
It doesn’t say she sang Elvis
While rolling out the biscuit dough
It doesn’t tell you that we lost her
To the bourbon long ago
Valentine, does it matter that we miss you?
Valentine, do you think of home at all?
Valentine
Glass on the nightstand, hair in a mess
She’s laughing ‘bout something somebody said
She’s in her velvet party dress
Half the shot is turning white now
Like it’s been sitting in the sun
But she still blazes like a larkspur
Just barely 21
Valentine, does it matter that we miss you?
Valentine, do you think of home at all?
Valentine
I stuck it a novel, her favorite paperback
I left it on a shelf in a room I never use
With Dad’s last can of Kodiak
Valentine, did you sense it
When I pulled it out today?
Or like that old snapshot
Have you faded away?
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The Drake Motel
04:04
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I’ve been living down at the Drake Motel
Three hundred a week for cheap sheets and a parking lot view
It’s just me and Jesus here with the ne’er-do-wells
And a thousand and one blank spaces shaped like you
I stay up at night and play your memory on repeat
It’s the only song that kills the lonely
Since I quit the bottle, I never sleep too well
Chipping away at the night til the light pours through
I page through the Gideon’s, thirsty as hell
Watching the days pile up empty and new
I stay up at night and play your memory on repeat
It’s the only song that kills the lonely
I don’t know how much more of my own heart I can take
Rolling round the city all day like loose change
I stay up at night and play your memory on repeat
But oh, oh, oh it don’t kill the lonely
I got nothing left these days but I’m still out here on my feet
Though oh, oh, oh I’m moving slowly
At the Drake Motel, oh oh oh
At the Drake Motel, oh oh oh
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Becky Warren Nashville, Tennessee
Becky Warren has gathered acclaim for her songs about other people—veterans on her debut album, War Surplus, and entrepreneurs experiencing homelessness on her second album, Undesirable. For the first time, on The Sick Season, Warren turns her focus inward, delivering a deeply personal set of songs propelled by the same catchy, guitar-driven rock that made her earlier albums critical successes. ... more
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