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Black Partridge
01:30
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Maria's Tap
03:04
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The Old Style ain't gettin' no colder
The old timers ain't gettin' no older
Steam comin' from the radiator
The clock on the wall's still fifteen minutes fast
Four hours later
Stuck in the best damn bar on Belmont Avenue
And there's no way out for you
A shot of Krupnik and a Jack and Coke
Watch my beer while I go out for a smoke
Family Business posted on the wall
You can hear the bullshit over the jukebox
and the click of the poolballs
Stuck in the best damn bar on Belmont Avenue
There must be some way out for you
Do me a favor and barr my ass out of here
Cause the sorriest thing I've ever seen is staring back in the mirror
Closing time and it's getting late
You just sit there planning your greatest escape
One of these days you know you're gonna quit
But you must wear it if the
Strait-jacket fits
You're stuck in the best damn bar on Belmont Avenue
the best damn bar on Belmont Avenue
the best damn bar on Belmont Avenue
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3. |
Leave It Alone
03:06
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Poverty fits you
Like an old tuxedo
A tattered top hat
and a shattered ego
If you can't be helped
To help yourself
Better move on
To something else
A jagged smile
Like a broken window
A filthy mind
Sleeping on a filthy pillow
If you can't be stopped
Or stop on your own
Baby you can take it
Or just leave it alone
Think of all the hours wasted, wasted
But you still couldn't chase it away
Tried so hard to erase it, erase it
but you're still up against it every goddamn day
So get your hands on
anything you can sell
And save your pennies
for a cold day in hell
If you don't burn out
and the ashes get blown away
Better start moving today
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Cute, cute, little substitute
Why did you poke holes in my parachute
You waved me goodbye
As I hit the sky
When I pulled that ripcord
I guess I got my reward
And the last thing I was thinking
As I was racing toward the ground
Everyone will always let you down
Swoop, Ally-Oop, and a Loop-de-loop
Aviator in the Fearless Five Flying Troupe
I set you ablaze
With my barn-storming ways
Baby you were tongue-tied
When we took that joyride
And remember when I told you
I'd bring you back home safe and sound
Everyone will always let you down
Danger was my middle name
I only have my self to blame
Sweet, sweet, stupidity
Another exercise in futility
A waste of time
With a gleam in here eye
When you've been made a fool of
By the exception that proves the rule, love
Just remember what I told you
Now that I won't be around
Everyone will always let you down
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5. |
Ghost Blues
02:21
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Drunk me a river baby
way away from you
Drunk me a river baby
way away from you
Since you put me out sweet mama
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Seen you after church on Sunday
Walkin' with your man
Seen you after church on Sunday
Walkin' with your new man
Why you put me out sweet mama
I'll never understand
Well my old ghost gonna haunt you
When I'm in my grave
My old ghost gonna haunt you
When I'm in my grave
Don't you mess around sweet mama
Don't you misbehave
Don't you mess around sweet mama
Don't you misbehave
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6. |
7 & 7
02:21
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The life of Riley
and it never stopped
and if we played too loud
Neighbors called the cops
I was drinking
Tom Collins from a mason jar
Tom Collins from a mason jar
We needed lemons
and some Seegrems Gin
We each had a few bucks
So we all chipped in
I was drinking
Tom Collins from a mason jar
Tom Collins from a mason jar
We moved the couch out
So we'd have more space
And good god-damn
We fuckin' rocked that place
I was drinking
Tom Collins from a mason jar
Tom Collins from a mason jar
Talking to the prettiest girl in the room
Seven and Seven
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7. |
Sunken Garden
01:49
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8. |
Never Knowing
03:55
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I catch glimpses of the ghost of you
up and down Milwaukee Avenue
And I know it's gonna hurt me
every time I cross Diversey
can't tell which way the wind is blowing
and the hardest part is never knowing
From the back of the yards
To the Armitage barns
From the sting of your lips
To the scars on yours arm
In the blue sparks of the Red Line
To the pitch black of a sick mind
The magic tap that keeps the memories flowing
And the hardest part in never knowing
You're the little cough in the back of my throat
When I'm nervous
The only really scary thing is that I know
I deserve this
What the hell do you mean no more service
There's a story of a girl like you
way out on Archer Avenue
by the Resurrection gates
in a bone white dress she waits
the boys don't know where Mary is going
and the hardest part
the hardest part
is never knowing
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9. |
Snow Globe
03:34
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Suspension of Disbelief
She's sound asleep
In the next room
The smell of her on my sheets
Won't ever leave
And I don't want it to
The countdown on TV
She's standing next to me
Happy New Year
A silent movie scene
There's no place I'd rather be
Than here
But we didn't know
We were living in a Snow Globe
A scene from a perfect night
Shaken up, suspended perfectly in time
A buzzing in my head
I climb into bed
Try not to wake her
The outline of her face
My arm around her waist
I still remember
But we didn't know
We were living in a Snow Globe
A scene from a perfect night
Shaken up, suspended perfectly in time
But we didn't know
But we didn't know
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10. |
Not Always
03:07
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A December half-moon
Like your beautiful bottom lip
A landscape of wind-swept dunes
Or the outline of a capsized ship
And I'm sorry, but it happens sometimes
Sometimes Not Always
A light on in your room
And a silhouette closing the shade
A shadow that could be you
Or a ghost from an upturned grave
And I wish I was able to forget you sometimes
Sometimes Not Always
You don't
Have never
Will never
Won't
A ridiculous man
With a quick-silver cure for your ills
A fairy-tale wind-swept land
Of wind-swept and rolling hills
And I'm sorry
That it happened to you
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11. |
High Lonesome
02:04
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You're a stone
I'm the blood
You're Johnstown
I'm the flood
You're a lion
with the lambs
You're a paycheck
I'm a scam
High Lonesome
High Lonesome
You left me
Now leave me alone
I'm a stain on the wall
You're the ghost in the hall
I'm a drunkard
On a spree
Dyin' in
Obscurity
High Lonesome
High Lonesome
You left me
Now leave me alone
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12. |
Never Happened
02:39
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You scrapped the dream for parts
And the not so broken heart
For whatever you could get
You cleared out all the trash for cash
But you never can forget
That it never happened
The muse she got confused
And turned her back on you
How could you blame her
How could your one and only
Treat you like a stranger
Like it never happened
A vision of flying through the clouds
The roar of a smiling cheering crowd
The only place you are not allowed
A bogus memory of the way
things used to be
Floating somewhere in your mind
A phoney fake keepsake
Keeping you on borrowed time
But it never happened
It never happened
It never happened
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14. |
Suicide Tuesday
03:53
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Courting disaster like a lady of the evening
Who is leaving just as soon as she gets paid
You hollowed out your Bible for that whiskey revival
If it can't get you saved at least it can get you laid
Oh lordy, lordy
Son you look so poorly
You're sayin' things that I
Thought I'd never hear you say
Just keep the curtains drawn
And leave the porch-light on
Til Suicide Tuesday comes to stay
Bangin' out a meanin' starin' up at the ceiling
With a feelin' that you just can't seem to shake
A season of rejection for a dose of affection
And you reckon' it was all just a big mistake
Oh sister, sister
No one can resist ya
They're throwin' dimes
Just to watch you sway
So keep the curtains drawn
And leave the porch-light on
Til Suicide Tuesday comes to stay
In a bottle full of cheap gin she will wait til you are sleepin,
And creep in just as quite as a mouse
Silent Sunday service ain't no need to be nervous
You won't be upright the next time you leave the house
Oh lordy, lordy
Son you look so poorly
You're sayin' things that I
Thought I'd never hear you say
Just keep the curtains drawn
And leave the porch-light on
Til Suicide Tuesday comes to stay
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15. |
Bronze Man
03:12
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They made me out of bronze
but now I'm green
And you're the palest thing
I've ever seen
Stealing white roses from my hand
But before you go please understand
That I am just a statue not a man
I first saw your
reflection in the glass
That night I saw you
Float across the grass
Moonlight shining through your blue-white curls
A complection of silver pearls
But you are just a phantom not a girl
I'm still here
My feet stuck to the floor
But you don't come
Around here anymore
Sometimes I still think I feel you close
For the one you really miss the most
The hardest part is giving up the ghost
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All I taught you's how to fail
On the fence, off the rails
Now all you need me for is bail
On the fence, off the rails
I tried to make things like
They were before
But I can't make you happy anymore
All this time I'd thought you'd grown
Right as rain, left alone
But I can't trust you on your own
Right as rain, left alone
Now I find you here passed out on the floor
And I can't make you hsppy anymore
The least you could have done was tried
In a fix, out of time
And not pretended you were fine
In a fix, out of time
You put up a good fight but you lost the war
'Cause I can't make you happy anymore
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17. |
Over & Out
02:42
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Day 38
Adrift in space
Like capitals of states
You just forget about
Over and Out
Day 106
All hands abandoned ship
The mutineers I didn't
Give a shit about
Over and Out
Maintain
Radio Silence
Without
A doubt
Over and Out
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