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Bozeman
04:45
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Getting lost in Bozeman, been driving most of the way
Sleeping in old parking lots, carts are all facing away
Never felt this free since, the first time I did this
Eagle’s fly through auburn skies, my first time for this
Your legs would shake in the morning sun, shimmering in the dawn
Night lightning surrounding hills, destroying skies till dawn
Getting lost in Bozeman, been driving most of the way
Sleeping in old parking lots, carts are all facing away
Never felt this free since, the first time I did this
Well I ain’t never done this before, my first time for this
Your legs would shake in the morning sun, shimmering in the dawn
Night lightning surrounding hills, destroying skies till dawn
Wishing we weren’t heading back, for another couple of lives
Dreaming we would still be here, in our darkest of times
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I sit around and wonder if I can wait
I wait around and wonder if I’m too late
At the top of my mind, I see you’re ready to take hold
And it’s a lonely sight, but it’s getting old
I took some time to lay my head out on my own
I think I found some ending, but I don’t know
It’s better off this way
Even I know that’s not true
But someone’s got to look outside of what’s new
I can’t believe that I’m made to turn out this way
With the same old chide and the same old runaway
I sit a little ripe, and I can’t take “no” aside
Running out my house with a broken mind
And she told me:
I took some time to lay my head out on my own
I think I found some ending, but I don’t know
It’s better off this way
Even I know that’s not true
But someone’s got to look outside of what’s new
I sit around, but I can’t wait, I’d wait around, but I’m too late
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When I said, I wish you were dead
Don’t you know I was lying?
And when we’d pray, for your life each day
You said words can’t save lives
I know that’s true, but I hope that you
Can see I’m being genuine
You’re turned away, from me today
So I can’t see you crying
Oh no destiny. Why you treating me so mean?
Oh no destiny. Why you treating me so mean?
Oh no destiny
As clocks wind, devouring our time
Leaving us living our fears
I’ll go away, just for today
To drown myself in tears
You’ll never guess, what I will confess
Well I couldn’t have worse timing
Well I love you, and you know it’s true
But I bet you wish I was lying
When you would say. Hey baby let's run away
I told you we could, but you know it just was a lie
Oh no destiny. Why you treating me so mean?
Oh no destiny. Why you treating me so mean?
Oh no destiny
When lights go down, on us tonight
Will you wake up with me?
In the morn, will you be reborn?
Or will you be set free?
When I said, I wish you were dead
Don’t you know I was lying?
I wish I, had stayed the night
Just to say goodbye
Oh no destiny. Why you treating me so mean?
Oh no destiny. Why you treating me so mean?
Oh no destiny
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Better Off Red
03:06
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I see you through the window, their footprints on my head
I tried to escape through the wrong side, I think I better off red
I can incinerate, I can try my hand but it takes one away, better on my plate
I get down, I sit around, I turn around, I should be out all night
I’m drowning in the middle, I try to make it right
Well I can see there’s a long way to go and I know I won’t be all right
I commiserate, I can feel my last chance, it’s slipping away, oh, ain’t it just my fate
I get down, I sit around, I turn around, I should be out all night
I can incinerate, I can try my hand but it takes one away, better on my plate
I get down, I sit around, I turn around, I should be out all night
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Glass Bottom Boat
02:22
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One drink and I’m happy, at least for awhile
One more and I’m sorry, I ruined your night
Please don’t leave me here, capsizin’ in a glass bottom boat
Can’t promise to fight it, can’t swim against the tide
My mind can’t handle
What it takes to see
What this here liquor
What it does to me
I still can’t see. Can’t hear or believe. What’s being said to me
One drink and I’m happy, at least for awhile
One more and I’m sorry, I ruined your night
Take my hand and help me, to fight an endless bottle
I know that you’re crying, while I’m slowly dyin’
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The Gorged
03:54
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Bluesy day in Hood River, you windsurfed right through my mind
The stars all align but I don’t feel so fine, ease it up, way to go!
Met a few whores from Watonka, I know a few guys from The Dalles
And once they combined you’d think they’d lost their mind
It’s hard to know who’s your friend
Well, I may not be what you’ve been thinking, and I may not even be any good
But I’m trying to save you from drinking, and you know I would, if I could
Stop me now if you have heard this before, but I got a long way to run
Impressive it may be, but no one can save me, not like it was before
I cried and I sighed on that long ride to Glide, fell to nerves once again
This might be the best way, it’s not my place to say
Well, I may not be what you’ve been thinking, and I may not even be any good
But I’m trying to save you from drinking, and you know I would, if I could
Stop me from saying “hello,” it’s hard enough to say “you’re right”
Well, I just don’t know if I’ll make it up for the night
There’s a long way to go, so I thought you should, you’ll never see me again
If those words from your face tell me I’m just a friend
Well, I may not be what you’ve been thinking, and I may not even be any good
But I’m trying to save you from drinking, and you know I would, if I could
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Merry Christmas
06:55
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Blood’s raining down from the bedroom ma
Must be Thursday again god damn it all
Sleep won’t cure me this time
my mind’s gone vacant since you dropped the line
And somehow I still blame, all this evil and paranoia
On you and yours this year, what a happy new year
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
You came running to me this morning gal
Must be Friday again, je suis tres mal
Tears streaming down your porcelain face
wishing you weren’t wishing I would take your place
And somehow I still blame, all this evil and paranoia
On you and yours this year, what a happy new year
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
Throwing salt over my shoulder to change anything
Auld Lang Syne on the radio again
Searching desperately for a chance to go
Wrap myself in Brinkerhoff if you say so
This morning I couldn’t open my eyes
Must be Sunday and time for me to die
For my life and for my sins
But tomorrow I will sing again
And somehow I still blame, all this evil and paranoia
On you and yours this year, what a happy new year
Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
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St. Pats
03:29
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As the whiskey hit my tongue, I started to wonder what wrong I’d done
Who was with me that night? who was with me in that fight?
How many hours did I waste? how many beers did I taste?
Did I talk to a moving car? Did I run without moving at all?
Is it true I’m my own true love? Have I not learned I’m not like the dove?
Unable to soar above the clouds, unfit enough to be grounded
Irish flags waving overhead
Bombs going off and more now are dead
I keep on drinking to forget
All those poor souls I ain’t yet met
Severed horseheads taunting me, restless with too much sleep
Devastating soapbox dreams, during daylight what could it mean?
Am I losing what faith I’d gained? Unfit to live in this world filled with pain
Irish flags waving overhead
Bombs going off and more now are dead
I keep on drinking to forget
All those poor souls I ain’t yet met
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You’re asking me what I’m doing, when you’re really meaning we
My calendar’s always empty, but no time, no time for you
You always scream when you’re happy, while I cry in my room
Through the crucible and darkness, I find solace in the wind
Skies are filling your hindsight, darken you from the truth
pulling you down into their hearts, pulling us so far apart
Black lights in the night sky
A still breeze in the air
Warnings are in my eyes
How am I supposed to care?
Run down to the Indigo, upside down and turned around
Being driven to become a waste, while women blend with time
40 days make me crazy, to atone for my sins
Another 40 and I’ll be done, with the ? of my ??
No doubting when the day is done
the moon is a mirror of your soul and the sun
The moon is a mirror
The moon is a mirror of your soul and the sun
Black lights in the night sky
A still breeze in the air
Warnings are in my eyes
How am I supposed to care?
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Last Night in Town
04:12
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Do you remember when I told you I would go?
Tomorrow morning I’m off to New Mexico
I hope you didn’t spend your last dime on that gown
This is my last night in town
Many feelings, I’m sure, well-up inside you
Don’t let uncertainty and sadness run you through
Is it a wonder that I never meant to stay?
Or will I return one day?
How can you say I’m the one now?
You know I’d just let you down
How can you say I’m a road to the right way?
When I finally say goodnight, well, I say goodnight!
One last round tonight for you and I alone
But can I right this ship into a happy home
If it’s no trouble, set ‘em up, I’ll knock ‘em down
This is my last night in town
How can you say I’m the one now?
You know I’d just let you down
How can you say I’m a road to the right way?
When I finally say goodnight, well, I say goodnight!
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Donerail, the Portland band, offers a different kind of payoff. It comes in the form of Velvet Underground-flavored chaos, Westerberg-like fragility and genuinely unambiguous rock ‘n roll.
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