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Dale Loses a Grand Tour
04:07
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Forgot what I was racing for
I sold the car for parts
And took my remaining winnings and spent them
Down at the liquor store
And everyone’s so surprised
At my trajectory
I took a downward turn somewhere on my
Meteoric rise
And so a lifelong dream becomes just a waste of time
So who was I
To try and defy
The precepts of the powerful and wise
With glass held high
And my spirit running dry
I’ll make one final toast to my demise
They all say I got too old
I lost my edge and gave up
Any sense of ambition or
Achieving lofty goals
So now I just sit at home
I watch the qualifiers
And talk about how racing’s changed
And the game has lost its soul
And I sound just like my old man did years ago
So who was I
To try and defy
The precepts of the powerful and wise
With glass held high
But my spirit running dry
I’ll raise one final toast to my demise
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2. |
Title Tracks
03:48
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Cross my heart and bite my lip
While you prick the ends of my fingertips
I want to see if there’s read blood after all
Sit on your hands and bide your time
As we wait to let the stars align
Hope you weren’t in a hurry for results
And I’ll repeat the same lines every tim e
Amateurs like me sure know how to force a rhyme
Cliches and platitudes
Make excellent title tracks
But when I put my faith in them
I never get anything back
Change my name another time
Let’s see if this is the one that feels right
27th time’s the charm
Or so I’m told
We’ll give it the old college try
What is yours will soon be mine
I always knew how to take just what I want
The proverbs and phrases get so tired
Repeating dead mean we all once admired
Repeating Alternate Chorus
Love and selflessness
Are great ways. to seem virtuous
But you cannot escape the fact
That you’re acting out of self interest
New friends and acquaintances
add up so fast you can’t keep track
But you’ll be tired before too long
Once you realize you can’t love them back
Cliches and platitudes make. excellent title tracks
But when I put my faith in them
I never get anything back
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3. |
Steel Trap
02:48
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I used to have a steel trap
Now I have a tin foil hat
So if you ask what’s on my mind
You know where I’m at
I used to be a sharp one
Now I’m as dull as they come
Add up my parts
You’ll get a whole lot less than the sum
Cause things don’t change
So much as depreciate
Time, rust, wind, and rain
Will do us all away
And you could stay
If I knew what to say
The things that I can’t save
Can’t be replaced
I used to be a fast gun
Now I’m a thief on the run
My back’s to the door
And the chase has only begun
I used to go on late nights
And wait until friendships ended in fights
But now I’m too old and tired
To care if I was right
Too drunk to stand
Too sober to smile
Knife in my hand
Going stubborn and wild
Calling you home
With the same old tune
I’d probably be gone
If I were you
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We were singing in the dark
Swedish Sisters on the stage
When you’ve wandered way too far
You’re just glad a friend will stay
I got home and lost my mind
Trying to fabricate a haze
Cigarettes from time to time
Drinking nearly every day
And it’s nobody’s fault
It just took a little too long
To dig my way out
Doesn’t matter what you know
Even when evidence surrounds
You’ll still cave into doubt
We were sitting on the lawn
Statues staring from afar
When you told me we were wrong
We misread our Tarot cards
It’s been so long now I forget
How I got swept up in the flood
But it hasn’t killed me yet
I’ll wait for the toxins in my blood
And I guess it’s not your fault
It just took a little too long
To tell me how you felt
But I learned from the best
I’ll play pretend
Until my dying breath
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5. |
Sara, Money, All Magic
03:23
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She’s got a crystal ball in her pocket
Stares into the future fifty times a day
Took all her silver and melted it into a bullet
But doesn’t know of any creatures to slay
She does her makeup staring in a broken mirror
But always looks just like a painted doll
Walks herself to work passing under every ladder
But never worries if one’s gonna fall
Her grandmother handed down superstitions
But she doesn’t believe them all
Inheritance is so fickle
Choose which lies you want to adopt
She’s dreaming and sleepwalking in the moonlight
Waiting for the first dawn to break
Hears the voice of God in the crackling static
But isn’t sure what there is to say
She lights a candle for everyone who shares her worries
But refuses to take a knee and pray
Thinks that chaos is always coming round the corner
But she’s ready to be carried away
Sometimes she wants to cry out, just desperate to be found
As long as her heart is beating she’s never going to make a sound
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6. |
Empty Threats
03:33
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Overcome by an overwhelming sense of obligation
I shredded all my documents and went down to the metro station
I sat down on those plastic seats
where you said that you and I would meet
I watched trains pass by for hours
But gave up when you never showed
Ten years on and no time served and no conviction
I’ve run out of my funds travelling west with no direction
Just shy of being destitute
I place a collect call to you
But no surprises, the line is dead, you’re never any help
Was it love or loneliness
That led me to your arms to rest
Was it trust or fear of death
That made us keep these empty threats?
Stowed away on a semi headed south of the border
Practiced my high school spanish, fading fast as I grow older
Hoping I can start again
I started selling for some new friends
The work is hard, but the money’s good
I guess that this is how it ends
Some nights I think about loading up on weapons
Trekking up to your new house and finally getting some kind of vengeance
But I don’t know where you’ve gone
And all the leads have had it wrong
I just hope you’re sleeping soundly with a knife burried in your back
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7. |
Idealist
03:29
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I miss your face
A thought I find perplexing
Such distance should make no difference
When we’re so far apart
I once knew a way
But that road’s been gone for ages
And when I went to show you
It was much too late to start
And when I wander down your street
Feeling for your doorbell in the dark
I wonder if you’ll open up and let me in
Or tell me I shouldn’t have walked so far
We are ideal
We only exist in theory
We know that if this were real
We’d destroy it much too easily
Such selfishness
Can only come with practice
I’ve trained for years
And soon will be the heavyweight champ
Don’t say you disagree
The secrets we’ve been keeping
Will eat us both alive
Just as soon as they get the chance
Pre-chorus
And when I see the morning light
Streaming through the blinds like some old friend
I sigh and wonder if I have the strength
To wake up and try to do this again
We are ideal
We only exist in theory
We know that if this were real
We’d destroy it much too easily
Sometimes I think you’re speaking
But I really can’t be sure
I’m willfully deaf to you
I’ve forgotten all the words
To desperate to be angry
To dumb to be afraid
We sleep inside this burning building
Hoping we’ll be saved
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8. |
Hold Out/On
04:25
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I’m white-knuckled, black and blue
From losing my fights each night with you
I see you dancing ‘round my room
With the lights out, you leave me blind
Each morning I hold my pounding head
Wondering when I’ll feel myself again
I got shelves full of books I haven’t read
They’ve got answers somewhere inside
And I can run in circles five miles wide
Repeating all your tired advice
Hold out For a phone call
Hold on To your friends
Hold out Until nightfall
Hold on To the one thought left in your head
I’m tearing out my hair again
Knowing I’m too old to play pretend
But I’ll write my name in wet cement
The second I get the chance
Then i’ll call you up late at night
Pretending to care if you’re alright
Convince me that you sympathize
And you can lead me by the hand
And you can teach me to take off and then crash land
Echoing every word you said
Hold out Til it feels new
Hold on Til the end
Hold out Like they told you
Hold on Even if it’s just pretend
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9. |
Wayne
03:18
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Wayne wants to be a country star
Sing gospel blues and play guitar
He says he won’t go to the bars
Cause he made some kind of deal with God
Wayne carries round grocery bags
Full of old CDs and soda cans
He wants to memorize his favorite hymns
For when he’s the singer in his own band
But it’s never gonna happen
Then again who am I to judge
He’s allowed to dream
Just like the rest of us
But we’ve all gotta know when we’ve been beat
When we’re never really where we’re supposed to be
It’s so damn hard to admit defeat
But Wayne and I need to give up on our dreams
Wayne gets mocked by younger men
In baseball caps and khaki pants
But dreams of marrying his best friend
When he’s clean enough to work again
But we all know he’s going nowhere
Then again, neither am I
We both stagger down the sidewalk
Just begging for a fight
Wayne found me on the streets one night
With magnolias draped in Christmas lights
Said he was turning round his life
And lifted prayers up for me on high
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10. |
Slow Poisoning
04:13
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I’m tired of waking up just to go back to sleep
I’ve been tossing and turning, avoiding my dreams
I kill enough hours to mortally wound the day
But by nightfall the day and I are just the same
I’m gonna start a punk band ten years too late
I’m gonna throw off the yoke of the way I was raised
I’m gonna meet the Chief Justice and I’m gonna spit in his face
And God willing I’ll be locked up or taken away
You’re an open book with torn out pages
So I guess I could never read you anyway
We’re all singing the same melody
The same old turn of phrase
Buy your parents’ house
Settle down and earn your pay
I don’t know what it is I learned
That keeps me so afraid
But I take all of my pills
Though they aren’t helping anyway
I deserted the frontlines before the shots ever rang
I’m a coward, so warfare was never my thing
But I’ll get down in the trenches and finally risk it all
And when the revolution comes I hope I’m last against the wall
And a hero’s death sounds nice on paper
But until we know for sure, let’s just wait
I don’t know how we got so loud
I’m hoping we can turn it down
We’ll have to keep on trying to breathe
Until there’s nothing left to do but bleed
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No Yonder Atlanta, Georgia
Blending folk, rock, and a touch of emo, No Yonder brings a southern sensibility to indie rock.
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