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Sultant
April 27, 1865 the worst American Disaster of the maritime. No one knows the count of lives lost. The soldiers, civilians and the sisters of charity. $5 a head Captains Mason and Hatch.
Tear Stained Eye
Walking down Main Street. Getting to know the concrete. Looking for a purpose from a neon sign. I would meet you anywhere the western sun meets the air.
Strands
There is a slowness on the throttle. Possibility at hand. Painted out of a corner. Brakes to bind the strands. . To decide within the bar store. Overshadows feeding in the lurch.
Strength And Doubt
It's a full throttle train, an existential bane. It's only grays and blues when nothing else matters. It takes a strong will to keep it caged and still.
Sultana
April 27, 1865 the worst American Disaster of the maritime. No one knows the count of lives lost. The soldiers, civilians and the sisters of charity. $5 a head Captains Mason and Hatch.
Six String Belief
Written about to death. Around for another breath. The cops will run. The masses will flow. Killed by consolidation. Killed by saturation. The underground will correct.
Slow Hearse
Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse. Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse. Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse. Feels like drivin' 'round in a slow hearse.
Seawall
Hell untold is the price paid down on living. Tears have changed the way the days unfold. . There's a gulf that flows between. And the sea was wearing down.
Shine On
Going for broke in a film noir smile. Know it's hard to your easy start. You don't let the clicks or injustice get you down. There's more to find than what you pick up.
Route
Reality, it burns. The way we're living is worse. The pillars of inspiration are all falling down. The clean-up won't work while the fallout goes on..
Route (acoustic Demo)
Reality, it burns. The way we're living is worse. The pillars of inspiration are all falling down. The clean-up won't work while the fallout goes on..
Pushed Too Far
Memories of Crescent City. Wednesday nights at the Rock-n-Bowl. On the bandstand there is Snooks and guitar. Pure gasoline for the soul. . Take me back to the Mound City.
Question
My mind's made up to pacing across the floor. No point in staying if we're not saying war. I don't mind hanging around. Whatever now and what else can I do?.
Roll On
Smoke fills the dreams of the live gone lonely. Wait in line, pay the man you might see. John Barleycorn make his way among the dirty diamonds. . Shared ground and common radar.
Out Of The Picture
You may be quite sure, you know where you're going. But sooner or later you're out of the picture. Too many lost names, too many rules to the game. Better find a focus or you're out of the picture.
Phosphate Skin
Everyone knows, ears to the ground. The daily drag finds the Oakland sky. Trench foot first and the spirit alive. Feel for the dawn, find the unbroken sound.
Picking Up The Signal
We've been through the thick. Straightaways after. Dragged for days on end. Turning away from faster. . Downshifting low. Reaches a point you know. . But I can't complain.
No More Parades
Don't know if your carin', truth is worth tearin' though we're miles apart.. Front door leavin's the way I've been feelin' 20 days overboard.. . [Chorus].
No Turning Back
So much promise with so much pain. Surveying eyes overloaded again. No signs to follow and the road is dark. . 16 miles out of Denver was slow. 2000 markers more to go.
Methamphetamine
I took a night shift, another nickel on the dime. Try to play it straight and make it different this time. Still waiting to meet the next ex-wife. It's either watching these gauges for Monsanto.
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