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AM
03:29
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Driving in the wee morning hours
To a point of destination unknown
Weaving through fields of wind towers
On a sad neglected county road
On a sad neglected county road
The turbines’ blades turn in the night
As the wind whistles across the plains
The nacell is crowned with a flashing red light
To warn approaching low-flying planes
To warn approaching low-flying planes
There’s something about being lonesome
That every night helps me pull through
You’ve got nobody to depend on
And no one to count on you
I pul into a truckstop diner
It’s open all night like me
The special is a plate of appetizers
And the saddest waitress that you’d ever see
And the saddest waitress that you’d ever see
I only get AM reception
On this busted ass radio
They’re talking ‘bout alien abductions
But where they take ‘em to we’ll never know
But where they take ‘em to we’ll never know
There’s something about being lonesome
That every night helps me pull through
You have nobody to depend on
But there’s no one that depends on you
I hope it’s not long until I find some
Mattress, blanket and pillow
The sunrise’s peaking on the horizon
Or is that the city lights’ ambient glow
Or is that the city lights’ ambient glow
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2. |
Welcome To Desolation
06:10
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Leaving pieces of rusty farm machinery out in the field
Bleedin’ the water well bone dry tonight while the daylight steals
Poisoning the reservoir getting high off your own supply
Watching flocks of coughing birds falling out of the toxic sky
A drop of acid rain on our placid brain would answer all our prayers
Fallen angel dust is sucked up into our guts, we can't help but stare
Stoned bozos poking holes in the ozone layer with aspartame
Spit baby out with the mouthwash watch him spin down the drain
You can wither and blister underneath that Mister Sun
With your slit wrist sister mystery that’s left undone
Waltzing into town wearin’ a broken crown, like you own it now, a prodigal
son
Welcome to desolation
The avenues that you once cruised don’t appear as you recall
Unfamiliar bruises manifest unapproved on the bedroom wall
Check for sores until your bored, board up the storm windows
Incoherent Leonard Cohen winded blowin’ prose
A citizen above suspicion conducting a covert mission
Conducting sucker punch pack your own sack lunch investigations
Just a pushing’ in that pin cushion of hope wishin’ for salvation
Welcome to desolation
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3. |
The City Limits (pt. 1)
05:16
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Round a town where everybody stares
The broken vending machines tote their wares
So keep your plans under your hat
They're sure to find you where you're at
Misers fingers tied with lengths of string
At their windows silently watching
Beneath the broken viaduct veins
The days pass like old freight trains
Be sure that you don't miss your ride
Before the restless waves subside
In the morning I roll up out of bed
And hit the ceiling hanging overhead
Tangled blankets 'round my feet
Drag me back to sleep
The steeples sing their lullabies
And I start to close my eyes
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The City Limits (pt. 2)
04:05
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The days are passing like an old freight train
Slowly rolling out across the plain
How I long to hear that lonesome whistle
Echoing, thoughts of it makes me wistful
For the evenings when I'd lie in bed
As a child and wait for sleep to creep in
I could hear them cross the reservation
And winding their way up into the mountains
Then I grew older into a young man
That's about when my wanderlust began
Seems I never could be satisfied
With the surroundings in which I was confined
In anger and confusion I would lash out
At the ones who loved me through and throughout
Just to listen to the next conductor
As he shouted down the line, "All aboard."
What, is this light that's shining through
The city limits come closer each night
I hit the city looking for a thrill
The limits of my mind are with me still
Never happy with the situation
Constantly thinking about my next turn
The distant engines out in the rail yard
Seem to provide a perfect metaphor
Of how I'm poised and ready to skip town
When my flying feet become unbound
What, is this light that's shining through
The city limits come closer each night
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6. |
Interstate
03:48
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Well I'm standing, by the interstate, watching traffic flying past
Wanderin' these free, ways in a state, wonderin' how this, came to pass
On the off ramps aside asphalt ribbons, holding up card board signs
Shopping carts piled up high with belongings, hitchhiker looking for a ride
Hard luck story telling around the camp fire, where our lips make no sounds
Madmen yelling cross the water to a choir, of pigeons pecking at the ground
I'm standing, by the interstate, watching traffic flying past
Wanderin' these free, ways in a state, wonderin' how this, came to pass
I could have drifted off into the drink, just slowly crossing the fog line
White lines blacking out into pools of blue ink, showing up at the wrong time
History littered with missteps and mistakes, the gaining weight breaking my
will
I'll toss my body off into the back seat, and let someone else take the wheel
I'm standing, by the interstate, watching traffic flying past
Wanderin' these free, ways in a state, wonderin' how this, came to pass
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7. |
Crack in the Cement
06:31
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There's a crack in the cement
Where all the grass grows through
And it lacks any decent
Space to place my blues
I long for a longing
That totally consumes
Its a song that I'm wanting
To always stay in tune
I could just shrug it off
And shuffle on down the line
But then what’s the use
Of these twisted up insides
There’s a light on the horizon
Yet I’m holding my applause
It’s a sight for sore eyes son
Though it could be a mirage
I could just shrug it off
And shuffle on down the line
But then what’s the use
Of these twisted up insides
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Aunt in Arizona
04:04
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He says that he's helping his aunt down in Arizona
Least that's what I heard of from his friends that I know of
His leaving came all of a sudden
I can't imagine what a shock it's been
To his close associates and friends
I know, it's confusing them so
"I've gone out to buy some milk," he scribbled down on this note
Left on his final furniture a table alone
But I've heard that's not necessarily true
And shouldn't be taken at face value
So don't be expecting him anytime soon
Round here, though it's killing you dear
Arizona
We can't find his tracks
Arizona
When will he come back
If he is indeed out in the desert like he claims
Under the Sonoran sun bursting into flames
Out among the saguaro cactus
Needles pricking his skin and chest
With a thirst that cannot be quenched
Or relieved, all to easily
Arizona
Where helping hands
Arizona
Are idle at best
Arizona
Gone in a flash
Arizona
Swept out with the ash
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9. |
Body High
03:20
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A man whose will breaks like glass
Shattered nerves bundled en masse
Scattered handfuls of ash
Drifting on the wind
Completely wiped my mind
Staring into the end of the night
Gotta catch this body high
Before morning light
Every time that I attempt to set things straight
Discard these garments I have worn
I tend to bend a little further out of shape
Till I’m completely deformed
I’ll depart just as I made my entrance
A total stranger in this town
Stumbling down these sun baked sidewalks in a trance
A sleepwalker that can be found
Slamming doors shut in the aftermath
Let my brain disintegrate
Firing pistons turning the crankshaft
Let my soul accelerate
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10. |
Data Retrieval Unit
03:22
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An illegal error
Has unexpectedly occurred
In this delicate system
The diamond miners struck
On a file that been corrupt-
-ed over the coarse of time
For years months and weeks
I’ve let my brain leak
Though its been so long ago
It’s getting harder to place
Each individual face
But you know I’ve tried so hard
Step inside this room
Spell your certain doom
We have reserved this trophy for you
Chain link reaction
Set into motion
And observe the entropy ensue
Step inside this room
Spell your certain doom
We have reserved this trophy for you
Crawling up the walls
Loosing your marbles
And observe the entropy ensue
An illegal error
Has unexpectedly occurred
In this delicate system
The diamond miners struck
On a fuel that been corrupt-
-ed over the coarse of time
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Won't Be Long
05:15
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There’s a sort of time
And a sort of place
That’s sorting itself out to be set ablaze
But the border line draws a little farther out as I draw near
Just a jackrabbit
On the bunny trail
Sending postcards coast to coast via the US mail
It’s a bad habit, of leaving paths of machinery in disrepair
It won't be long, till I belong, somewhere
Dollars making cents
Makes no sense at all
I've nickeled and dimed my life making long distance calls
But I can still hear whence, her voice reverberates clear out there
It won't be long, till I belong, somewhere
It won't be long, till I belong, somewhere
I’ve been high
And I’ve been lowdown
And followed that shadow cast on the hallowed ground
With my soles sucked dry, from walking side by side with my prayers
It won't be long, till I belong, somewhere+
It won't be long, till I belong, somewhere
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Interstate (Reprise)
01:36
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I'm standing, by the interstate, watching traffic flying past
Wanderin' these free, ways in a state, wonderin' how this, came to pass
Foreign imports and luxury sedans, stretch as far as the eye can see
Factory production can't keep with demand, exhausting the inventory
Actions don't matter much when you're doomed to be free, and drifting
through your inner states
Physical imprints and distant memories, that gradually disintegrate
I'm standing, by the interstate, watching traffic flying past
Wanderin' these free, ways in a state, wonderin' how this, came to pass
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