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Ain't Nothin' But
04:31
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Ain’t Nothin’ But - when the sun opens its bleary eye, the road stretches in blue and the clouds are already lined. / The sky opens like my chest and the heart bursts bleeding through, lighting the landscape. See the river glitter. / Ain’t nothin’ but a feelin’ to go on. Ain’t nothin' more than a thought in the head. It ain’t nothin’, just somethin’ imagined. Ain’t nothin’ but a pulse in the neck. / The fog lifts and the sun melts the dew. The clouds disappear and the road stretches ahead. / My wheels keep turnin', burnin’ rubber like my heart yearning, and I decide I don’t need to rest my head. / Let me tell you ‘bout a friend I have who asked a friend I have, “Why can you do what you do?” He looked at his watch and put two fingers to his neck./ Ain’t nothin’ but a feelin’ to go on. Ain’t nothin' more than a thought in the head. It ain’t nothin’, just somethin’ imagined. Ain’t nothin’ but a pulse in the neck. / Some folks wanna stay home and it ain’t wrong. Some folks wanna roam and I guess I’m one of ‘em. But when we each reach the end of our lines, so long as we feel we did somethin’, we’ll reach that end feelin’ alright. / Ain’t nothin’ but a feelin’ to go on. Ain’t nothin' more than a thought in the head. It ain’t nothin’, just somethin’ imagined. Ain’t nothin’ but a pulse in the neck. //
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I’m Done With This Tug-O-War - Spend your money to get help. Spend your money to get help because the bank won’t leave you alone. Call me dead meat and I’ll get goin’. / Remind me if you will the day it all fell apart and the hours you spent tellin’ me every way you felt. I’m just dead meat, so I’ll get goin’. / It comes down to this: I can’t afford you and I’m sick of all these arguments and accusations. Dead meat’s worth losin’. Keep your things. / The difference is this and this alone: the people you trust, I don’t. And while you think my way is the highway and your way is right, well, I guess there’s no reconciling these differences. / I’m droppin' the rope. I’ve tugged long enough. Don’t fall down. / So long, been good to know ya. I hope I didn’t stick around too long. / So long, take ‘er easy, and don’t let your others go so wrong. //
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Gone For Good
03:00
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Gone For Good - Why I can’t seem to do / quite what I’m s’pose to do / is that I never see / exactly how bad I be. / I’m good for no one else, / always raisin’ Hell, / but today is the day / I finally turn a page. / You know, I can’t stand up. My burdens are too heavy. / Kick me in the chest and throw me in the levy. / Well, I ain’t gettin’ baptized, that much is for sure. / One last gasp for air, swallow water, and I’m gone for good. //
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Eventually
04:22
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Eventually - I spent most of my life on the road. I can’t do this anymore. I stepped over each crack but I still broke my spine. I got trapped in a maze and I’m still doin’ time. / A man once saved my life. He wore an orange toboggan. He shouted, “No!” A train came at my side. I ran across the rails, looked back, and he smiled. / Picnic sleeps where the deals go down, homeless in Amsterdam. He sunk into the gutters but wound up real high. He walks the streets with strangers every night. Ask him why. / Doug washes windshields at night as he sips his Colt 45. When he offers his service he’s promptly asked why. "For booze?” he’s asked. He responds, “Possibly.” / Squirrel plays a sweet guitar. He has a pleasant way with words. He gets drunk and he cusses, writes poems in his head. I asked if he’s married. He said, “Wife’s dead.” / Tony is a tour guide. A most unorthodox kind. He shows folks ‘round town to churches and clubs and he knows how to get them hookers and drugs. / Evette was a younger gal. She was always in with the cool crowd, but she ran away one dark drizzly day. She went lookin’ for adventure but was handed disaster. / Well, you can ask me anything. I'll give a reply. My answer is honest. I don’t often lie, so be careful your question. Use caution. Don’t ask me what you don’t want to know, because who wonders what goes eventually knows. //
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Poor John
05:37
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Poor John - You went out to test the depths. You found the river and laid your bets, but you got cheated out by Saul because you thought that you’d met Paul. Now shuffle the deck through your hands and let yourself return again to the place you left behind when you drew those two black nines. / Take off your hat, Poor John. It’s been a long time sinkin’ down now and it covers your brow. Take off your shoes, Poor John. The soles are worn straight through and your socks are soaked with water and blood. / When you got to the river you nearly drowned, if not for the hand that man passed down. You stood on the bank and told him thanks. He simply turned and walked away. You went along and met the jester. The two of you joked together until a knave came upon the two of you with his gun drawn. You knelt down and pled with him and on his face a dirty grin. He loved to see you grovel and cry, then turned the gun toward his third eye. / Take a seat, Poor John. Your weary legs are wobbling again and you look like you’re about to fall. Rest your eyes, Poor John. You’ve been too long wandering. Your red eyes are dusty and tired. / If the next hand that comes to you is passed by a woman wearing jewels and the cards she passes are two black nines, she’ll say that all your bets are thrown. But you don’t have to heed the cards. Pass them back and bid adieu, and when you reach the river again, follow it back and greet your friends. / Take off your hat, Poor John. It's a long time sinkin' down now and it covers your brow. Take off your shoes, Poor John. The soles are worn straight through and your socks are soaked with water and blood. Take a seat, Poor John. Your weary legs are wobbling again and you look like you're about to fall. Rest your eyes, Poor John. You've been too long wandering. Your red eyes are dusty and tired. //
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Jackrabbit Getaway
03:19
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A Long Goodbye
04:29
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A Long Goodbye - Listenin’ to tunes and fallin’ to sleep. The day was long and the week was longer and I wanna close my eyes to dream. The sun is down and I heard the dusk applaud my day, so it’s time for me to find my things and be on my way. / Thank you for the time and the conversation. You brought my day all the way to a pleasant close. The stars are bright and the sun’s on the other side hidin’, so I’ll tell ya thanks and gather my things, and be on my way. / The cigarettes have burned down to the finger tips. The ashtray’s full, tobacco lays sprawled all across the utility table. I don’t want to call it early, but it seems it’s time to go, so thanks again for everythin'. It’s time I head on. / The record is turnin’ but nothin’ is playin’. And no one here seems int’rested to put the needle back in its place. Vinyl spinnin’ like a lighthouse sittin’ out on a dark island. I’ll shut this down and head on out and be on my way. / When can we do this again? There’s nothin’ more I’d rather do than have a good time with you again. We don’t need a time, no need for a schedule, I’ll just keep my eyes peeled. And until we do, here’s to you. I’m gonna get some road beneath my heels. //
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Stamps
01:39
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Stamps - The envelopes have no stamps. / Such are the words of tramps. / Drool off each bottom lip, / each letter has so much to say. / One head lifts off the table / dizzily thinking its mind is able / to sip a cig and slug a bottle but / with no money to purchase a label. / So this head wobbling on shoulders, / although bleak and bobbling, / wants to send a letter home, / but never received a letter from. / No, never received a letter from. / Take this note and don’t look back. / Take this note and don't look back. / There’s nothing for you here that / can’t be found elsewhere, so, / take this note and don’t come back. / Take this note and don't come back. //
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Man Hungover
04:01
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Man Hungover - The man went out Wednesday. They found him on Friday layin’ naked on the floor of his broken home. When a man’s hungover he’s better left alone. / The man woke up with a bucket of cold water. It took a whole village to bring the man to. When a man’s hungover you’d better give him room. / The man came swingin’ at everyone involved, sayin’, “You dirty cusses. You don’t mean me no good at all. When a man’s hungover you’d better wake ‘im with a highball.” / Everyone left. The man was too much to handle. The man got dressed and went and bought himself a handle. When a man’s hungover his mind is hell to wrangle. / The man felt better, so he stumbled into town. He wasted no time pushing through the crowd. When a man’s hungover he can really knock the shots down. / This was Friday. They found him on Sunday slunk against the inside of his closet wall. When a man’s hungover he’s a sad sight for all. / Everyone left the man there on his own sayin’, “He’ll be just fine here in his home," ‘cause when a man’s hungover he’s better left alone.” //
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Time Will Tell
04:29
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Time Will Tell - The spirits illuminate twilight. Stars circle ‘round my dome. The moon is my favorite waterin’ hole and I hope it doesn’t take too much time before I find my way back home. / Jerry asks, “What’ll it be?” He sets down a coaster and hands me my drink. Timothy raises his glass at the end of the bar, and I hope it doesn’t take too much time before I find I’ve gone too far. / I kiss the kissin’ post and I caress the arm chair even though I know there’s so little comfort there. / And I know a man can do what he do and only time will tell if he wasted his life wonderin' if he’s stuck in heaven or hell. / I leave my change on the counter with a thank you note and I tell Jerry, “Boy, that’s all she wrote.” And as I head out the door I say, “I refuse to waste anymore of my time not tryin’ to find what in this world is Truth.” //
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I'm not here to entertain, / just to show you somethin' / you might recognize. / If you want to fold tonight / I won't stare you down. / I won't. / Sleep now / like I want to. / I'm awake and you're asleep / but I don't envy you. / Each of us is gripping / the dreams for which we reach / and I'm just talkin' through it. / I'm not here to entertain, / just to show you somethin' / you might recognize. / If you want to fold tonight, / I won't stare you down. / I won't. //
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Songwriter Brian Gore, with his rotating cast of players, the Tender Fritters, blend Country, Folk, Rock, and Jazz to create
a dynamic accessible while original that carries his tales of the world’s back pages.
"A mix of John Prine and Bob Dylan."
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