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3:30 Blues
04:23
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I’m hung in this dark hour
Back in the temple of gloom
Both innocence and beauty are dead
Long before they’ve even bloomed
My life stolen in a moment
Lightening lost in my bones
Spend the nights hunting the dealer
Asking why has thou dealt me so cruel?
All my trains of glory
Have all left the station
Don’t know why I have become such a hollow man
Trading deliverance for these unknown faces
I'm left lingering 'neath the moon
3:29 strike up the tune of
The 3:30 blues
Got an old photograph
Got an old lucky charm
It’s about the only two things I got
That I still hold in these cold arms
I’ve flown once with the wings of love
And I bit in the flesh in lust
Now all the diamonds in my life
Have all turned to dust
All my trains of glory
Have all left the station
Don’t know why I have become such a hollow man
Trading deliverance for these unknown faces
I'm left lingering 'neath the moon
3:29 strike up the tune
The 3;30 blues
Feel like I’ve been done too soon
But the 3:30 blues
Feel like I've been done too soon
By the 3:30 blues
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No Friend I've Known
04:59
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He laid down his head in the dark of his pillow
As the moon came down through his window
Gazing into the reflection of a bottle he’d just thrown
Thinking this world’s been no friend I’ve known
She laid herself down all dressed in leather
As a stranger of desire came down over her
Give me your money boy I’ll make it good to the bone
Cause this world’s been no friend I’ve known
Well he sat in the park a life he lived almost everyday
Feeding the birds of sorrow to pass the time away
I’m hanging onto nothing now where shall I roam
When this world’s been no friend I’ve known
She smoked her last cigarette in the orange of the morning
Down beside her she watched her child sleeping
Your father he left us we be dead leaves a blown'
And now this world is no friend I’ve known
The world wants your money
Your shirt and your skin
They counterfeit your dreams to make it look like you’ve sinned
But from this empty bedside I’ve flown
Even though this world’s been no friend I’ve known
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Chain of Nightmares
04:14
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It’s a lonesome jaded desperate hour
Your hands have picked every virgin flower
Feet have climbed every golden tower
The sky opens up spits something sour to believe in
The night throws shadows across your floor
You pray there is not anymore
But every thought you have tried to ignore
It gathers outside of your door
Raging
You wonder where it all has gone
But was ever there for very long?
You peek your head out
They are still playing the song
Live goes on
Carry on boy
All the time conceal your pain
Keep in line with the parade
But leaning on this broken cane
People cry oh what a shame
When they don’t even remember your name
Tomorrow
Hours looking in the mirror
Looking for the face that disappeared
Your hands are shaking
You are drunk on fear
You know there is no exit near
Nobody there to bend an ear
While waiting in this pool of tears
Talking of some ancient cure
But where you are you can not hear
Them bells tolling
All of this is all over you
You who are somehow bound to lose
Walking underneath pale moons
Wandering lonely through the ruin
Wondering if you will make it through
Wondering what there is to get through to
Or will it all come back on you
Again
Somehow you must be brave
That is what your father will say
Can’t remember what cards you have played
No matter everything you have saved adds up to nothing
So lonesome goes down another day
The night becomes a desperate game
It’s truly love that you crave
But love has changed its name
To this a game that you must play
And play it there is no other way
Cause your heart is sinking, sinking fast
Caught the future and the past
Not knowing which one is built to last
But everything will surely pass
And another such as you will be born again
Into a chain of nightmares
Chain of nightmares
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Thomas J Penny
06:18
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5. |
Down to the River
04:18
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Standing in a hallway
Of an Empire of Emptiness
There's an October wind through my doorway
Like a ghost of the wilderness
Well my existence is tremblin’ right down to my bone
When you really get down to it
All I got left is silver and gold
I'm going down to the river
In the pale moonlight
If my Lord it don’t deliver
The river's gonna swallow me tonight
When I was much younger
Hey man I never count a wasted day
Just always bought another
When you’re young you buy
The days with pocket change
Had a hand full of women
And a diamond cane at my side
Now these days when I'm taking the women home
There just ain’t no honey in their pie
That's why I'm going down to the river
In the pale moonlight
If my lord it don’t deliver
That river's gonna swallow me tonight
God send me a word
And won't you make it straight and true
I don’t care what it is
As long as it ain’t something that I’m used to
Got an imported ceiling
I got seven guest rooms
Ten different tailors
My clothes have been woven on a golden loom
I got everything you probably ever wanted
But that’s all my life can lend
I got a million connections
But I ain’t got no friends
So I'm going down to the river
In the pale moonlight
If my Lord it don’t deliver
The river's gonna swallow me tonight
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6. |
Drive
05:16
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Got a an aching in your bones
You must feeling sick suckered and pawned
Highways broken head s a mess of blues
Faceless and nameless no bit left in the booze
It’s a mean old world brother
But you got to drive on
Drive when the soil beneath you groans
When you know not the seed you’ve sown
When it s your worst nightmare and there’s nothing on the tv
except a plastic hero riding shot-gun
Crack babies crying the backseat
It’s a mean old world brother
But you got to drive on
Drive, world gone wrong and ain t had no loving
Drive you must thousand tounques flapping saying nothing
Drive when you loose your wedding ring, when your lover s flirting with your best friend
Devils in the police car your waiting for the world to end
It’s a mean old world brother
But you got to drive on
It’s a mean old world brother
But you got to drive on
When the darkness rolls up your backbone
When you ain t got no home
Nothing but hobo
a veteran of the low road
raven at your window
no call on the telephone
last call everybody gone home
red rivers flow
rape your daughter
and the law ain t on the level
Confidence is crawling
too much shit on your shovel
when your eyes are tired
your hand ain t been hired
either laid off or fired
brain been wired with no desire
ain t no no honky tonking
disesase mobs the innocent
your part of the game
your heavenly horse gone lame
everythings the same
everythings the same
make no difference what they say
eveythings sounds the same
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7. |
Ain't No Satisfaction
04:35
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Good Morning to you, how do you do?
I'm doing all right , how bout you?
I'm tired and I'm lonely
And every day brings the same damn thing
Don't you want to hear your bird sing?
Walking with your head down,
Holding onto a bleeding rose
You ask your best friend why
He says that's just the way love goes
Isn't anything sacred any more
I get divorced and I'm still paying off my engagement ring
Don't you want to hear your bird sing?
Step down to the dance floor
Lights are flashing green and red
Find some laser lover boy
And take him home to bed
In the morning he gets up
Sighs and says he'll call you or something
Don't you want to hear your bird sing?
Back here again where the night is long
And you've been covered up with mirrors
The wine's gone bitter, you are wrecked on loss
And all you can hear is the constant fear
There's a black crow on your bedpost
Your dreams are on fire
And the day smells of gasoline
Don't you wanna hear your bird sing?
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Jack Harlan Calgary, Alberta
Lyrical firestorms, foot stomping and soft introspection of Alternative Folk, Indie & Experimental Roots.
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