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Aviator Shades
03:07
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I wear my aviator shades
navigate into the grocery maze
I'm gonna murder my weekend in a haze
I wear my aviator shades
Sarah, can't you hear me fadin? (fadin)
You know I stay like this for days (fadin)
Sarah, can't you hear my voice from far away
behind my aviator shades
and I put my clothes on in the dark
it takes a little while
all my fashion statements missed the mark
by a thousand miles
was there something I was supposed to do today?
O, god, I can't recal
don't leave me wandering through the fray
lest I lose my grace and fall
Sarah, can't you hear me fadin? (fadin)
You know I stay like this for days (fadin)
Sarah, can't you hear my voice from far away
behind my aviator shades
(I wear my aviator shades)
and who puts these hurdles in my way?
(navigate into the grocery maze)
spreading me so thin over every day
(gonna murder my weekend in a haze)
and I can't be held to the things I say
(I wear my aviator shades)
behind my aviator shades
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2. |
Mont Blanc
04:36
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I know I planted those seeds down too deep
they'll die and never see the sun
my fault for that one
I was a city boy before
no excuses anymore
I'll try to learn and to keep us fed
shed a tear for the books I shoulda read
and I'd seen all the warning signs
on the TV, in the Times
but I had you to hold at night
and so it took me by surprise
we had so many things back then
I had a silver Mont Blanc pen
I'd write for hours about nothing
that makes any difference now
and I used to worry what clothes I had on
the school recitals and the manicured lawns
and I had a laundry-list of people
I could count on if it all went wrong...
and then the bomb
now I take precautions for my peace of mind
I don't know what difference it might make
to hang on any longer
but I cut the tree across the drive
spend the daylight hours inside
trying to make the place look empty
so as no-one comes around
I thought I saw them again last night
those same distant headlights
sweeping back and forth across
the empty shells of the summer homes
and if the bastards ever come
promise me you'll take the kids and run
I may be weak and I may be frail
but I can throw them off your trail
and I used to worry what clothes I had on
the school recitals and the manicured lawns
and I had a laundry-list of people
I could count on if it all went wrong...
and then the bomb
shed a tear for the books I shoulda read
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3. |
Liar Song
03:33
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I was born a liar
thrown into a fire
raised in anger like a gun
beat down into the mire
and my first steps on crutches
I stumbled into their clutches
and it never crossed my mind to resist
they told me I was born for this
just change the channel for a while
I'll be asleep here soon
I do not care to know what's happening outside this room
you drink your tea and I will sit here stoney-eyed
if we can make it through this one
I think we'll be alright
I tried to say I'm sorry
but it came out all wrong
I told you not to worry
and then the liar came along
put your blue party dress on
and I'll wear my one good suit
and we don't even have to talk to anyone
just drink their wine and eat their food
I was born a liar
apprenticed, trained, and sired
conceived outside romance
I never even had a chance
I tried to say I'm sorry
but it came out all wrong
I told you not to worry
and then the liar came along
I tried to say I'm sorry
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4. |
Côte d'Azur
04:14
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Livin out of luggage ain't so bad
I remember the problems that I used to have
I would trouble myself with them all day
now I take my bag and my gun and I walk away
and living in a hotel room ain't hard
if it gets too lonely, you can break into the mini-bar
put it on the company card
all last night I was dreaming
about the Côte d'Azur
and though I wasn't sure where you were
O, it was a good old time for sure
I had a colourful shirt on
I was watching the dancing swans
in a fountain made of blue neon
I was on a highway, drove through Cannes
I was on a highway, drove through Nice
I was seven hours in the South of France
I could see the crystal water from the traffic jam
and from the trunk I could hear his voice
begging for his life like I had a choice
said he had a wife and two little boys
and so I turned up the white noise
I turnt up the white noise
I keep a leather suitcase, clothes all black
so I don't ever have to think, I just put on the clean one
and dress myself for Scene 1
I was on a highway, drove through Cannes
I was on a highway, drove through Nice
I could see the distant crashing waves
I could hear the sirens of police
But I was dreaming of the Côte d'Azur
and thought I wasn't sure where I was
man, it was a good old kind of buzz
I had a colourful shirt on
I was watching the dancing swans
I was at home among the bons vivants
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5. |
Summer Song
04:34
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the old man took the keys away again
he always says that he can tell just where I've been
and I was down at the freight yard
throwin beer bottles at trains until it rains
until it rains
you know he didn't have to talk to me like that
I would've brought her back without a scratch
and I only go to the drive-in anyway
not for the movies
but for the rare dashboard lights that cross her hair
my summers used to last for years
they died like flowers and disappeared
and that's how days turned into years
the old man, he used to drive me all around
that's how I know every sidewalk crack in this town
and it was there at the Exxon
that I first asked for her name
and she laughed, her eyes like flames
(and I swear to god)
my summers used to last for years
they died like flowers and disappeared
and that's how days turned into years and years
O, how time can pass you by...
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6. |
Flood Song
03:51
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All the drunks under the freeway
are waiting for some flood to come around
and its so hard to keep my head above water
sometimes I just wanna let go and drown
I live down where the river trash
washes up all the way to street
and every once in a while
I find something worth keeping
but I still ain't never found my feet
and I never paid much mind to storm warnings
I say what's coming is coming all the same
and its a perk of living under the freeway
that you never get caught in the rain
my whole life they've been talking about the big one
but I never thought I'd see the day
when I tidal wave worthy of biblical remembrance
would come to wash this whole city away
and you can try to hold your own against it
you can stack them sandbags ten-high
I'll be floating down Main St on a life raft
watching those barricades drift on by
they don't hide hope under that freeway
just one last stop on your way underground
and, no, I don't mind the thought of dying with the city
if we've all gotta drown
'cause there's a peace that comes with drowning
I think I read that once anyway
a rush of a thing called dimethyltryptamine
that comes right as your lungs give way
and you can try to hold your own against it
you can stack them sandbags ten-high
I'll be floating down Main St on a life raft
watching those barricades drift on by
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7. |
I'm So Abhorred
03:43
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I'm so bored
of being ignored completely
when I put on my smile, so nice
like some kind of a fake-ass jesus christ
persona non grata
they treat you like you just don't matter
well I... I'm just sayin
the motherfucker wouldn't shake my hand
O, lord! I'm so abhorred
O, lord! Don't know what for... I really don't
Born to fail
My invitation must've got lost in the mail
how they must abhor me
the sliding doors wouldn't even open for me
I wasn't lying
it was just a strangely worded question
but I took him up by his neck--
I can't get no good reaction
I was standing in the middle of a crowded room
screaming at the top of my lungs
I was just trying to get through to someone
you didn't even have to ask 'em twice
must be nice... must be nice
and I wrote letters
asking what could I do to make it better
I get no reply
man, I can't even get a courtesy lie
O, lord! I'm so abhorred
O, lord! Don't know what for... I really don't
O, lord! I'm so abhorred
O, lord! Don't know what for... I really don't
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8. |
No Good
04:10
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well beware, my friend
for I am a shell of a man-
an insect's discarded exoskeleton
I am nothing compared to what I could have been
and I'll never be happy with the man that I am
cause I'm no good for anyone
no, I'm no good for anyone
you take away my booze,
you're gonna find out I'm not so fun
I'm no good for anyone
and you can tell my friends
I'm real sorry that I could not stay
tell my mama it ain't her fault
I turned out this way
and I thank god that I have them
but I curse him that I was born
when I run from this house
with my apron strings torn, singin
I'm no good for anyone
no, I'm no good for anyone
and I wish to god that I was not your only son
I'm no good for anyone
and nothing gets any better
you just get used to living with the pain
and all those things you thought you might be
see them melt like the snow under rain
under the soft spring rain
I'm no good for anyone
(take away my booze)
and I wish to god that I was not your only son
I'm no good for anyone
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9. |
Midwestern
04:59
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all the drugs are all gone now
and all your friends are gone, too
and now you face the day alone
with no-one to blame but you
and you might say "how did I get here?
they said I had so much potential..."
out here in the cold
where the rain and the snow are always torrential
and now you're calling out to the sky
sometimes you pray to god to die
and didn't we used to say
we'd rise above it all some day
you're a far cry from sixteen
on the back of some delinquent's motorbike
you said your town was too small
for a girl to be whoever she likes
so you came here to the city
with its midwestern offerings of culture
and when the vices found you
on the walk home from school
they descended like vultures
and now you're calling out to the sky
as your life passes you by
and didn't I used to say
some day I'll be digging your grave
all you learned here was pity
all you ever knew how to do was drink
but in the back of a police car
you might have a little time to think
you might say "how did I get here?
they said I had so much potential"
out here in the cold
where the rain and the snow are always torrential
and now you call out to the sky
but would you stop to reason why?
and didn't we used to say
we'd rise above it all
some day
some day
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10. |
Departure
06:00
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when I was a bright young man
walking these quiet streets
I always had some friends
waiting somewhere for me
and people would pass me by
and say their good evenings
and I'd take for granted
I could even exist here
as the girls go by on their shining bikes
three at a time
in perfect synchronicity
their laughter falling in the rain
and I feel like such a stranger
and I feel like such a child
and I feel like such a stranger
wish I could just be someone for a while
when those bright fathers
and their lovely wives
come home from dancing
looking so much alive
when those same young mothers
have to, walking, pass me by
only their children
ever look me in the eye
as the girls go by on their shining bikes
three at a time
in perfect synchronicity
their laughter falling in the rain
and I feel like such a stranger
and I feel like such a child
and I feel like such a stranger
wish I could just be someone for a while
I passed my reflection
in the the pretty little gallery windows
and I tried to paint a picture
of what it was that I used to look like
before age and its vandals
took an icy wind to my face
and I could walk these silver streets
and not be a stranger to this place
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Quiet Hollers Louisville, Kentucky
Quiet Hollers are a band from Louisville, KY formed by singer-songwriter Shadwick Wilde.
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