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The Baptist sign’s where they’re loading the dice
Guys out here got their hearts turned to ice
Friend of a mouse or a self-made man
But I ain’t a fascist, you just can’t understand
Maybe I’m a square, I don’t care
Eject you out of my passenger chair
Nine is fine, but ten is a sin
I got my leather on, strutting the Shoals
Ain’t gotta get around to not feel old
Shoot ‘em straight, cue ball to eight, holster that fist away
At a quarter to three, you’re kissing the ring
At fifteen after, you’re cheating on me
Plank up your eye and powder your wig
And go out skating with the tweens choking cigs
Who do you take me for? A fool? ‘Cause I play by the rules?
‘Cause you can’t have your cake and eat it
When two’s company, and three’s a crowd, four’s a pit
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Stripin' Diamonds
02:39
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Thirty Fahrenheit as I was riding by
I caught you freezing in the line out the DMV
The third time’s a charm if you’re trying hard
Sittin’ pretty with that officer on your arm
Cobalt and tall, peg legger slacks
Sweeter than a dentist’s nightmare
If you can’t drive a car, you can drive me
Stripin’ diamonds now on the city gig
Recreational Department treats me like a kid
Stick it to them’s all that I can say in pride
If I don’t finish with the outfield they’ll have my hide
Shining up my loafs, I’m the first to go
I’m saltier than sailor’s blood
If I can’t hold a job, can I hold you?
Do you know how to touch this American?
If you’ll just buy me brunch
Don’t you know just how much of our life is gone?
Just let me buy you brunch
If you can’t drive a car, you can drive me
If I can’t hold a job, can I hold you?
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How'd You Stay Alive
03:12
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What I find in the mirror at the start of every new day
Reflected phantom pain in my heart
But there ain’t no prescription to fill to take it away
Tying off both the steel toes
There’s something there behind the side tray
A little remnant of romance
The red barrette that christened your head
When you were my queen
Love, love, love, love
How’d you stay alive to start another fight?
Love, love, love, love
Pack it up and move it out
Every moment has purpose
But I’m struggling to find it in this case
Grabbing life by the bullhorns
Ain’t everything it’s cracked up to be
Turn, turn, turn
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Guarding Angel
03:16
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Motor City Five all night long
As I burned down the silos on my great-great uncle’s farm
I heard cicadas screaming along to the great White Panther song
The night I watched the ashes fly and my guarding angel die
What’s a boy like me to do when I’m only seventeen years through
Struttin’ around the college yard with a chip big as a truck
Doing everything I know I can for my sanity and my pride
Like gunning down my guarding angel right before my eyes
Is it too much for me to ask, to look like Brian Jones?
To have the story of my life be told by Dee Dee Ramone?
‘Cause Sheffield pawn shops won’t buy underage
Man, you know I’ve tried
Selling off my future while my guarding angel cries
Going down to Greenville, it’s that time
There’s a maid of honor in her prime
I gotta make her mine tonight
There ain’t much left worth fighting for
Just to be with who you love
I just don’t know how, I need my guarding angel now
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Pray Tell
02:52
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I was holding up a sign at the airport to show my pride
In the taxi cab ride, I could sense I wasn’t even on your mind
I once could not control the threshold of my care
But if you asked me now, what’s the color of her hair, I wouldn’t know
What’s wrong, pray tell
Are we growing in life together or just getting old apart?
If memory would serve us better, we’ll go back to the start
There just aren’t enough hours in a day
To construct a truce that can settle up our case
The United States just isn’t big enough
We’ve seen every park, but you’ve yet to show your heart
What’s wrong, pray tell
I’ll have the same as her – that’s what we’ve come to
But if that’s all there is, leave us be, check please
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Driving School
03:25
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I choose not to hear them now
Noise in the background bleeding out
Seven summers and we’re still sitting here
I ain’t going nowhere, stay with me dear
We’re getting close but there’s a ways to go
Still can’t find a down payment on a home
What they teach you in driving school?
Model citizenship and the rules
For living day to day according to popular sway
Nine to nine, work all the time
If you’ll be waiting on me, I’ll be fine
Expectations come with the age
Certain stigmas working minimum wage
When the pressures of the culture get strong
Our love will never keep a record of wrong
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Countersuit
02:33
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Countersuit against the restaurant dude
Accusing you of everything you never did do
Some people find it easier to dish it out to others
Than eat it themselves and pay for their mothers
Put up your dukes and always try to tell the truth
Dressing up a lie in white don’t make it right
Don’t ask why you gotta eat a humble pie
Just be a good sport and an upright guy
The Golden Rule, the king of the fools
Try to be impressive but you fall in the pool
Jumping Jack Flash, running out of gas
Living like you’re graded on a curve
But you fail or you pass
Damage control, is your heart getting cold
Kneeling at the altar tryin-a sell out your soul
Saturday women and a forty-dollar steak
Sunday morning singing high praise
Proving that you’re no more a paperback kid
Wearing on your collar that fraternity bid
But counting a keg stand don’t make you a real man
Looking in hindsight, you’ll understand
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Roman Candles
02:59
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After all the corks are shot
And I’ll stand up next to you
As my hand falls off of my chest
Sending out secret signals and cues
A base coach signin’ out what to do
Sense ‘em out here calling your name
Heaven help me, this timing’s to blame
Horween steerhide’s my patriot color
Hail to the Chief is such a pitiful number
While you’re downtown just counting the hours
I’ll be red and white and blue
Doing what it takes to pay my dues
Roman candles saluting you
The first time I climbed in your truck
Heard Kid Smoke on the stereo
I knew from then that that was it
You really got me now, you really got me
Heard it first in the passenger seat
Something special, something sugary sweet
Fourth of July, but you’re in Tennessee
USA all the way to the parking lot
Call in sick but don’t you get caught now
Firebomb on the water, take a picture quick
Make this one to last more than a minute
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Locked In The Glass
03:32
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I know exactly what it feels like when a heartbeat just stops
With an ear pressed tight to the chest
It falls down but won’t come back
As a winner all your life, you never had to face up to the facts
I made it my goal to keep it like that
Some things are better off locked in the glass
Don’t utter a thing at all, ‘cause your breath’s too pure for the silence
This moment just isn’t the time to turn on the lights towards the shadow
If heartache’s a vapor like life, we won’t give up mid-stride
We’re not the ones who call out the fates, we just got our parts to play
Love is patient and hopes all things, and blinds all imperfections
There’s compassion and protection, even now, in death, in resurrection
If heartache’s a vapor like life, we won’t give up mid-stride
We’re not the ones who call out the fates, we just got our parts to play
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With the windows up, all I can hear
Is the fear of the sunshine from behind the clouds
What was that she said? I seem a little distracted
She’s talking to me, I don’t care, or do I?
Maybe I’ll miss you, maybe
Maybe I’ll miss you, maybe
Maybe I’ll miss you, maybe
Maybe not, it’s too soon to tell
At the corner cafe, espressos and cake
Everything’s ok, a picture perfect date
What’s it like to know, is it right or wrong?
Should I really come clean or just hide behind the dirt?
Was that a wink and nod I saw
From the man inside that car?
If they met a time before, I’ll take it as a sign
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Remember Ritchie Valens
04:48
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Six years young in Chicago
Seven feet of snow everywhere you
Walk half a mile to school every day
We’re sledding and we don’t wanna go
Rode a paper route in the summertime
Landed one through the neighbor’s French door
Made best friends with a leather belt
Found my black phantom in the garbage can
Poppa’s sippin’ something on the sofa
Working up to two packs a day
He’s the king of the bowling lane Saturday
Nailing sheetrock on the rest
Momma’s wearing makeup in the kitchen
I guess that’s why the bacon tastes good
She got high heeled slippers and an apron on
‘Cause that’s the way Sears liked her best
Remember Ritchie Valens and the plane crash
Remember Buddy Holly and The Bopper
I cried myself to sleep for a week and a half
That’ll Be the Day just ain’t the same
Elvis joined the army and forsook us all
Traded rock and roll for a buzz cut
Jerry Lee and Myra Gale tied a knot
Those were the days the music died
Kid’s fashion is a hard line of work
When all you’ve got to go on is headlines and dirt
1959 was a good year
1959 was a good year
A Fender Stratocaster and a tweed amp
Is all you ever needed to be famous
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Barbie Car
03:32
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Why… only the lonely know how you feel tonight
Gotta try… find a new crowd to go hide in plain sight
No homework to do and nothing’s on the tube
Thinking life is cruel for playing you the fool
Hold up, think it through
Is it butterflies or are you just blue?
At the party in costume
Hoping that he’ll be there and know it’s you
Picking up the phone is liking picking up a coal
Pedal to the floor of your top-down Barbie car
Stalking Tyrone Rush
He was your celebrity crush in ‘93 and ‘94
But he ain’t playing football anymore
Get up and get out and don’t cry and don’t you pout
Dancing to no one, face on, get your go-gos, and shut ‘em down
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Exotic Dangers Florence, Alabama
A Shoals, Alabama Rock 'n' Roll band. Showcasing honey-sweet melodies, hip-popping beats, 12-string chime, humbucker punch,
and dry-bone Farfisa foundations.
Daniel Elias Crisler - guitars, vocals. Brady Gomillion - bass guitars. Maggie Crisler - Farfisa, percussion. Jon Mosley - drums.
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