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Maritime Song
02:25
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a soft young man wants to be a sailor
he doesn't want life to be a failure
drunk on the Pacific in the morning
a storm comes crashing in without warning
and a wave takes him off to the island of Illinois
the country he left to chase ghosts back when he was a boy
he wakes up in a dead dream every morning
takes a train into the town
buys a cup of coffee on a whole 'nother level
then sets out to have a look around
there's a silent war on the streets, man, the blood is on his hands
there's a raging loud war in his mind that he can't understand
but he's in it with others: anxious drunkards and a maritime band
that plays in his head as a cook drops some eggs in a pan
this Great Lake leads out to an ocean
the ocean seeps back into the ground
and no more words are spoken by the sailor
as he listens for that sweet salty sound
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2. |
Back to Nothing
03:25
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the sun'll shine through tomorrow
the sky'll be blue sometime next week
liven' out of your front window
loving' out of your back seat
take a look at his livin'
take a look at what he's all about
then take a slow train back to nothing
somebody put me out
the moon'll shine through your window
it'll shine down onto your bed
it'll shine right through your blankets
it'll shine right into your head
remember where you came from
remember where you live
remember where you're headed
it's all heaven
but that means nothing
aw, heaven
remember where you are
in some city, town or country, home or car
right there, between the words of a song
I hope that liven' in your little moment
you get along
and that's you heaven
but it means nothing
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3. |
Late for the Show
04:55
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4. |
Made and Broke
04:06
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5. |
Our Best Authors
02:42
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6. |
The Obsequy
02:31
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I bought some flowers for your grave
I laid 'em down there in the snow
they were dead by the time I left
it was hard for me to go
I walked back to the rental car
your favorite song was on the radio
so I sang it to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
a bottle of water
an empty Old Style can
a cupholder full of change
a pack of smokes in my hand
as I sat there in the rental car
your favorite song on the radio
singin' to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
the song was building to an end
I pushed the little knob to the left
and blasted some hot, dry engine air
onto the windshield bathed in breath
I pictured your soft, pink body
buried down in that cold, hard earth
I pictured some poor young lady in the city
in a white bed giving birth
as I sat there in the rental car
your favorite song on the radio
singin' to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
as I sat there in the rental car
your favorite song on the radio
singin' to your hometown stars
sittin' there alone
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