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One Way Trip
03:17
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For a one way trip, I’m ill equipped,
But I’ll go as far as I goddamned gotta go.
Got sick of love feeling like a rerun,
So I packed my things, pawned our rings, and hit the road.
Starting over, keeps getting older,
Just like the ruts on this rundown county road.
There’s a storm headed straight for my windshield,
I'd turn away, but the sunset burns my eyes
See I keep telling myself this all happened,
Still I keep falling the same ways.
See I keep telling myself this all happened,
Still I keep falling the same ways.
See I keep telling myself this all happened,
Still I keep falling the same ways.
See I keep telling myself this all happened,
Still I keep falling the same ways.
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2. |
Lottery
04:41
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If I left tomorrow would you come with me?
We could dance in the sand and sleep in the trees.
Would you follow me into the thunder and the rain,
To the ends of the earth where the oceans drain?
Counting money that we don’t have.
On an endless road, to an unclaimed gold we’ll never find.
The hours turn to days, turn to years...
There’s an army of darkness running through me now.
If you'd just been dead I'd have survived it somehow.
They’ve trampled my spine and butchered my brain,
But I can’t feel a thing since you numbed me to pain.
Counting money that I don’t have.
On an endless road, to an unclaimed gold, I’ll never find.
The hours turn to days, turn to years..
If I won the lottery, would you come back to me?
Why’d you feel so alone in my company?
Funny, I can’t even remember, the color of your eyes.
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Country music’s made up of all these goddamned cliches,
Like ice-cold beer, pickup trucks, and long hot summer days,
But there’s this story about a river, and the lives it takes away.
It don’t matter when you’re in that black water, what your parents got to say.
There’s a darkness in me, and a darkness in you, that binds us to this place.
Facing fear in the back bar mirror at a hole-in-the-wall kind of dive --
The Devil’s in the restless wind, and the storm’s about to break,
Chasing whiskey with a two dollar beer, we’ll ride out the squall alive.
The room starts to spin as the crowd starts to thin - another shot will make it right.
God’s been heard, but the holy word ain't welcome in this place,
Still the band plays on, through thunder outside, in neon and limelight,
But I’m in here till the end, till they start up again, it's your absence I’ll replace.
Country music ain't nothin but a worn out turn of phrase.
But it speaks to me, and it speaks to you, reminds us of better days,
But it ain’t real, and I’m here to feel, so I’m needing it this way,
I’ve bit the bit, to hell with this shit, it's my last chip to raise.
There’s a devil in me, and a devil in you, and a devil in the wind.
Sometimes I see our names on marquees, right above the doors,
But everyone knows why we're at the bar, rolling dice tonight.
Another played out tune bout a motel room where I'm face down on the floor.
Country music's made up of all these goddamned cliches,
Of stale beers, too many years in broke-down Chevrolets.
But take me down to the river, and the lives it takes away
It don’t matter when I'm in that black water, what the future’s got to say.
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4. |
Blue and Yellow
03:46
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Some roads you just can’t go down again.
They still haunt me, never coming to an end.
Desperate eyes betray the disarray in my lies,
Why ask why?
Laughing singing songs and telling stories,
Running from love and growing old,
The mirror is retrospection on a one way road
And it hurts...
And yet I keep writing histories,
Counting years when I still got time.
Peeling back the memories,
Running away from being alive.
Tis the season to fight our civil wars,
Fantasies and dreams all run their course.
Why does isolation seem so sweet in song?
I'll go along.
Life, it seems, fell to wolves and thieves,
History’s still clinging like shadows in the eaves,
On a one way trip down a two way street.
And yet I keep writing histories,
Counting years when I still got time.
Peeling back the memories,
Running away from being alive.
Blue and yellow are still my favorite colors.
Got regret and remorse I can’t forget,
Quiet beside the road watching lives come and go,
Why ask why
Why ask why
Why ask why
Why ask why
Why ask why
Why ask why
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5. |
Questions And
03:03
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Another night sleeping on the park bench,
The misty air creeping inside her shoes.
Why don’t she turn around right now and run home?
Does she dream even when she’s asleep?
I ask and I’m told,
That there aren’t
I know there aren’t
Any answers
No there aren’t
I know there aren’t
Any answers
I’m often told that my life - It needs direction,
A proper haircut and a steady job,
Well I say fuck that, I may be half alive
But I’m still twice alive as any of you.
No there aren’t
I know there aren’t
Any answers
No there aren’t
I know there aren’t
Any answers
No there aren’t
I know there aren’t
Any answers
I know there aren’t
I know there aren’t
Any
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6. |
Dallas from Denver
04:42
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Driving down 35 in the dark of night,
Can't tell Dallas from Denver by the distant lights.
Then a coarse kinda chill crawls into my brain
And i see you driving in a parallel lane --
Didn't expect to be near you again.
I grip the wheel, this don't seem real,
And then there's this small voice on the AM
And it's sayin, "hey man, just let her go"
And you know,
I think I'm okay with that now.
After the storm is gone, the nights are cold and long without you.
They say mountains sing, and i believed not a word,
But just a moment ago I know that I heard your voice,
All off key and beautiful.
It echoed for miles, and i feared for my life,
Cause the worst thing I've done was abandon my wife,
But I hear you here, singing with me.
There's some of you still inside of me
And I won't ever let that leave,
But I hope I never have to hear your voice again.
Exit east and let this all come to an end.
After the storm is gone, the nights are cold and long without you.
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After the Storms Austin, Texas
After the Storms is the spiritual successor and continuation of the Austin-based, alt-country collaboration the Storms. The songwriting duo of Nathaniel Earl (Vocals, Guitar, Piano) and Hans Friedel (Guitar, Vocals) were Storms founding members and songwriters. ... more
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