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Salad Daze
03:56
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Front lawn living rooms and porch fires
Ash and astro turf
A deposit burned for conversation’s sake
Fake accents at after parties
Those actors may place our faces but
They’ll never know our names
The way my stories are stitched with all of yours
I still crave more
I remember the way I felt the day I left
Years bottled up inside my chest
Sadness and relief
Joy and disbelief
That somehow I had made it through
That I’d found something true at all
Worth cannonballing into
Leaving the life I knew in the rearview
Mirrors show our aging
Some things just stay the same
Chain smoked god-talks
Bottle rocket goodbyes
Ugly Houses hits
The orange lantern lit for all of Wells to see
New year’s toasts in New York City
In some stranger’s loft apartment
Before they came home and made us leave
So once again we took
To those cold but steady streets
Not everything was golden
That taught us that we are
Now that we’ve gotten older
I cherish every scar
Of our blessed salad daze
Long-lived glory nights
When we all felt alive
Time was on our side
There was nowhere else to be
But exactly where we were
Mixed up and confused
With nothing left to lose
Everything to gain
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Night Shifts
04:33
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Called out from another night downtown
Like a job that drinks me 9 to 5
I don’t think I could take one more drunken conversation
That doesn’t leave me feeling any more alive
Than when I began to taste my spirit on the ledge of my tongue
Daring onlookers to cry, try to stop its jump
My mind freewheeled like Bob Dylan
Fighting through a free-willed free fall
Twisting towards my destiny
But we’ve all been taking night shifts
To keep our souls inside our skin
I’ve been having deja vu of my last breath again
Crawled out of another nervous break down
On the corner of confused suicide
Lost at least one among the rotten wreckage
None of us knew he was trapped inside
Once I got the word I lost the air from my lungs
Felt the pull of a cat’s cradle tighten up my gut
But I can hear him rolling on the wooden floors of Heaven
Laughing so damned hard it hurts
We’ve all been taking night walks
To feel you here with us again
We’ve been replaying
Knight moves
Bar stools
Juke box
Still spinning
Life with every hit
That hurts like heaven
Turn it up to eleven
Send my regards to the next life
Someone’s gotta stay here
To carry on the light
To spit whiskey on the fire
Do my part to remind each weathered heart
That they are not alone.
You are not alone.
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the World Forgot Huntsville, Alabama
The World Forgot is the heart attack shooting me back into life.
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