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Dark Towns
02:50
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I don't know if it's a question of identity
Small details in your story
Have this pen running down
Answers to tall tales
And I know every wrong chord he says I've played
Just another night in these dark towns
Here's to the rats; the let downs
Just another night in these last rounds and I hear the motor
I don't know if it's a question of authority
In this good fight we bestow
Well, it shatters barricades to round out the wild blue yonder
With blank faces and wrong chords
Chasing sunsets
Just another night in these dark towns
Here's to the rats; the let downs
Just another night in these last rounds and I hear the motor
With this pen you confide in half hearted alibis
With this pen you don't waste a word on tall tales of these dark towns
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Lifer
03:44
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You've been home for weeks contemplating everything
True blue to this beat
This double time
Every step you take it's out of rhyme
This home is nothing, but a myriad of hope
With this counter-blow and wayward songs
You over throw romance and clean hands
In this downtown dive
You drank all you could write
Let the needle carve into the wax
Your stereo screams death to innocence
And I know you graced these three sixes
You learned long ago that time was oh so head strong
True to all it's wisdom and it's holding ons
You have to welcome this dissonance before resolve
In nothing but a myriad of notes
With this counter-blow and wayward songs
You over throw romance and clean hands
In this city light
You drank all your last rites
Let the needle carve into the wax
Your stereo screams death to innocence
And I know you graced these three sixes
Lifer I know you played your words of affirmation in these wayward songs
When your needle hits your stereo will scream one last round of these melodies in your refrain
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Haunted
03:34
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Dusk settles over the interstate and it's picturesque call to arms
Turn a new leaf
This novel it reads determination against the grain
Treasure these haunts. Stay integral
And I sing better than I speak of worry
Here and now this stoic face bare witness to this apparition
Here and gone taillights bare witness to this catharsis
Skyline light eighty miles out
The wonder of where these lines lead
And you scream everything I know I hate in me
Here and now this stoic face bare witness to this apparition
Here and gone taillights bare witness to this catharsis
Treasure these haunts
Turn a new leaf
Treasure these haunts
You know where they lead
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4. |
Paint You
04:24
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Road maps and crisp cold air
Are searching for a comfort zone to take me in
From the Atlantic to the Pacific
These states lines cannot hide those lies
Do you carry yourself bigger than you are or do you believe in this art
Reaching out beneath empty crowds and drunken sways reveal truth
A torrent affair with liquored lips
Choosing to stay adrift crossing state lines....crossing countries
Do you carry yourself bigger than you are or do you believe in this art
Reaching out beneath empty crowds and drunken sways reveal truth
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Anoesis
03:07
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Moving landscapes
Me and my shadow always cloudy upon arrival
This must be the meaning of only human
The search for euphoria
is wrong turns and worn out signs
The search for euphoria
is always behind a lonesome mind
The flames are weak.
The warmth slim to none
Mindful of the dreams you're afraid to drive
It's common practice not to wake the beast we all fear
Moving landscapes
Me and my shadow always cloudy upon arrival
You can try to carry yourself
Bigger than you are
As real artist do, but you'll never paint the real you and I alive
The search for euphoria
is wrong turns and worn out signs
The search for euphoria
is always behind a lonesome mind
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Ole' Brethren
03:57
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I was wading in wanted highway lines when the dispatch came through
A murderer of melody still sleeps in the current of this frayed river town
Your explanation
It was a bad play
Ole' brethren
Ole's sinning saints say
Back when a piece of mind were eyes inspired by the books they write
Back when a piece of mind always built from the ground up
Your place unknown
Always unknown
To provide for love not pride and desperate ties
You have to know the meaning of true value
But you were captivated by new chapters blood thirsty for a meager victory
Your expectations
The were a bad play
Ole' brethren
Ole's sinning saints say
Back when a piece of mind were eyes inspired by the books they write
Back when a piece of mind always built from the ground up
Your place unknown
Always unknown
Always this frayed river town
It's idle talk at times drains it's own
Ole' brethren say
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Ascending
03:32
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It was a damp night when I sounded off to these life lines
And I know we're not loud like before
We just speak in different volumes these days
The more we age
The more farewells we possess
To hell with your standards
They've sewn many a wounded hand
And all these funeral and these anchored down bars
The dead poets write
These damn streets sing
We're not loud like before
We just speak in different volumes these days
The more we age
The more farewells we possess
Late night in Brooklyn
The bottle and the meds
That was the massacre
That was the change (the why)
Chorus Repeat
Sober those eyes (sounding off sober eyes)
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Reliable
04:39
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Nashville bound
I'm on I-65
I'm headed for the house
That living room
The mourning in your eyes
Well, it takes me back to a generation past
It seems your broken wing keeps you so grounded
I go on dusting off age old bookshelves
Killing show at day break
Reminds you to manage life again
And not be so powerless over substance
Under lock and key
You're the ghost
And I know you wrote your ending inspired by dead writings
And being something to nothing
We're going change
Novelty dies out and old reliable loves always bleed black and blue
Shattered pages bleed this slow decay
Make you just like every other cast away
Glistening in back alley lights
Weighted with jet black wings
Southern heat sad and burning
Pages of words etching out
Ancient silhouettes on Broadway
And I know you wrote your ending inspired by dead writings
And being something to nothing
We're going change
Novelty dies out and old reliable loves always bleed black and blue
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Soft Spoken
04:06
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A cold stumbles in
A soft spoken mind
Barely a sound as the magnolia rain cries
Knock one back and shed some light
On that serpent's storm back east
Your maker
Your phantom
Control your, control your
Wasted talk
You don't want to let this go
I know we all wish to shake failure
Last cigarette
I don't want to let this go
You know some things keep you bitter
Sleepless in whiskey and sin
Barely a sound as the jukebox saints cry
Smoke this round and show some fight
In that southern storm back east
Your maker
Your phantom
Control your, show your
Wasted talk
You don't want to let this go
I know we all wish to shake failure
Last cigarette
I don't want to let this go
You know some things keep you bitter
The beauty in your ill-fated beauty is your ill-fated song
Chorus repeat
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Nowhere Fast Louisville, Kentucky
Nowhere Fast are a working class Southern Midwestern rock n' roll band. Their roots lie in Louisville, Kentucky. The band has a new two song single out. The self released single consists of Nowhere's cover of R.E.M.'s "The One I Love" and a stripped down track called "You Act. I Write" (Alta House Session). The band is recording a new LP to follow 2018's "Aeonian" LP. ... more
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