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Old 97's
Old 97's


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Откуда Dallas, Texas, USA
Жанры Alternative Country
Country Rock
Roots Rock
Годы 1993—н.в.
Лейблы Elektra Records
Bloodshot Records
New West Records
Idol Records
См. также Rhett Miller
Сайт Website
Состав
Rhett Miller
Murry Hammond
Ken Bethea
Philip Peeples



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Alive & Wired (20.09.2005)
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In the front row at the Melt show
I fell in love with you and that was three weeks ago.
We fooled around, you let me have it for free.

Yeah it worked out real nice
I showed you how to and you showed me paradise.
Now you're killing time, and it's killing me.

Is this more than some old summer fling?
And this thing we have, will it mean anything?
When October rolls around will you sober up and let me down?
Will you sober up and let me?

There's a schoolyard out the back door.
I used to love it but I don't believe in school no more.
You don't learn anything, you're just waitin' around.

With your big brains and your know-how,
If there's a reason you'd have figured it out by now.
A little gettin' some's good, while you're waitin' around.

LyricsIs this more than some old summer fling?
And this thing we have, will it mean anything?
When October rolls around will you sober up and let me down?
Will you sober up and let me?

Now my bad dream is my best friend,
You were here last night but now you're gone again.
I'm getting tired of you getting tired of me.

Is this more than some old summer fling?
And this thing we have, will it mean anything?
When October rolls around will you sober up and let me down?
Will you sober up and let me down?

Will you sober up and let me?


. . .



the new kid he's got money
the money i deserve
i should be rolling in it
i've been a working stiff
as for the justice
no one knows where it went

i'm gonna toil away
until my judgement day
i will be rewarded for the good things i did
believe me every year
there is another one here
don't you see i used to be the new kid?
i am sorry to say, you'll get carried away
oh you will be replaced
you will be replaced
i'll tell you again
don't get too settled in
you will be replaced
you will be replaced

Lyricsthe new kid he's got my girl
the girl i used to have
he's got the looks
you know, got them from his dad
i should be kissin that girl
we should be so in love
there is no justice
there's just dark stars above

i'm gonna toil away
until my judgement day
i will be rewarded for the good things i did
believe me every year, there is another one here
don't you see i used to be the new kid?
believe me every year
there is another one here
don't you see i used to be the new kid?
i am sorry to say
you'll get carried away
oh you will be replaced
you will be replaced
i'll tell you again
don't get too settled in
oh you will be replaced
you will be replaced
by the new kid
by the new kid
by the new kid
by the new kid


. . .



The Empty Bottle was half empty, tide was low, and I was thirsty.
Saw her sitting at the bar, you know how some girls are,
Always making eyes, well she wasn't making eyes.

So I sidled up beside her, settled down and shouted, "Hi there."
"My name's Stewart Ransom Miller, I'm a serial lady-killer."
She said, "I'm already dead," that's exactly what she said.

So we tripped the lights fantastic, we was both made of elastic.
Midnight came and midnight went, and I though I was the President.
She said, "Do you have a car," and I said, "Do I have a car?"

What's so great about the Barrier Reef?
What's so fine about art?
What's so good about a Good Times Van,
When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man?

My heart wasn't in it, not for one single minute.
I went through the motions with her. Her on top, and me on liquor.
LyricsDidn't do no good, well I didn't think it would.

What's so great about the Barrier Reef?
What's so fine about art?
What's so good about a Good Times Van,
When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man?

When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man.

When you're working on a broken,
Working on a broken,
Working on a broken man.


. . .



Well the roadmaps of west Texas never gave me good advice.
The trains all roll where the roads don't go, now I lay awake at night,
Just wondering where the rest is so I hit that iron gate,
And I yelled good-bye to that wife of mine, I may be running late.

I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on,
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home.
I made my bed, so here I lie.
I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.

Though I felt a lonesome feeling in Dulce New Mexico,
I was happier than I'd ever been in my El Paso home.
But I thought about the woman whom I left to roam the land,
And I cried so much it dug a rut they call the Rio Grande.

I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on,
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home.
I made my bed, so here I lie.
I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.

And my destination is written upon my feet,
LyricsAnd the stars above are about the only company I keep.
I raise my pass and take my seat.
I'm rolling fast with a teardrop on my cheek.

So I guess there'll be no family, so I guess there'll be no wife.
Gonna roll away on an old steel dray, it's gonna be my life.
And the roadmaps I been reading, I never came to figure out.
All I know is I'd explode by any other route.

I'm a-rolling on, I'm a-rolling on,
Rolling out past El Paso Texas, where I might have had a home.
I made my bed, so here I lie.
I'm rolling west Texas teardrops in my eye.


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It was a lonely holiday
I was alone -- you were away
In Fayetteville or in another state
There's so many towns I hate

When you leave me, it breaks me like a bone
But it's never as bad as when you come home
Thought so much about suicide
Parts of me have already died

CHORUS:
Lonely -- baby I'm not lonely
Baby I'm not -- I've got my imaginary friends
Happy -- baby I'm so happy
Baby I'm so -- I've got my imaginary friends
And if you don't love me, would you please pretend?

It was a lonely holiday
I was alone -- I was afraid
The bedroom walls were closing in
It must be closing time again

When you leave me, it breaks me like the note
That you said got stuck in your throat
Thought so much about suicide
Parts of me have already died

CHORUS


. . .

The Villain

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I was in a real bad way
When you turned the power on
And you made me feel for all the world
Like I was the king of all the world

I was on a window ledge
When you came upon me there
Everything was upside for the moment
Right around the time I had to get going

Can't count me out
Cause I've got your number
You make me feel like I'm
The king of all of the world
King of all of the world
The king of all of the world

Now I'm on my way up north
All its gonna do is rain
And I'm gonna want to go back to the world
Where I was the king of all of the world
Lyrics
Can't count me out
Cause I've got your number
You make me feel like I'm
The king of all of the world
King of all of the world
The king of all of the world

I was in a real bad way
When you turned the power on
And you made me feel so right at home
I wonder if I'm ever gonna get back home

Can't count me out
Cause I've got your number
You make me feel like I'm
The king of all of the world
King of all of the world
The king of all of the world

If I wander out
Of a picture window


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Salome, uncross your heart.
I know what goes on inside, it's over before it starts.
Well I'll stay all night, I'll wait right here.
The full moon might work magic girl, but I won't disappear.

CHORUS:
And I'm tired of making friends, and I'm tired of making time,
And I'm sick to death of love, and I'm sick to death of trying.
And it's easier for you, yeah it's easier for you.
And it's easier for you, yeah it's easier for you.

Salome, untie my hands.
Well I'll find another lady, and you'll wreck another man.
It's over now, yeah and so are we.
My blood's turned to dirt girl, you broke every part of me.

And I'm tired of making friends, and I'm tired of making time,
And I'm sick to death of love, and I'm sick to death of trying.
And it's easier for you, yeah it's easier for you.
And it's easier for you, yeah it's easier for you.

(repeat chorus)


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Roller skate skinny and the terrible twos
How can you have everything and nothing to lose
You and nobody see eye to eye
You're gonna wake up with a ghost instead of a guy

Bulletin board on the wall of a church
Soaking up the city from a top-step perch
You're gonna break down on a midnight date
Gonna curse this town, you're gonna run late

You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny
Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny

Do you want to meet up at the Pickwood Bowl
We could knock nine down and leave one in the hole
Wouldn't be here if the Athenia hadn't sunk
Or if Dear ol Dad hadn't got so drunk

Every other day is a kick in the shins
Every other day it's like the day just wins
But you make it all right, you make it OK
LyricsYou make me sorta glad that I waited till today

You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny
Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny

(guitar break)

Roller-skate skinny and the terrible twos
Two years in and it's time to choose
Love feels good when it sits right down, puts its feet up on the table it
Sends a bowl around

Ain't nobody gonna see eye to eye
With a girl who's only gonna stand collarbone high
Rain's gonna come in fair-sized drips
And we're gonna go to heaven wearing paper-hat ships

You're pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny
Pretty as a penny, roller-skate skinny

I believe in love, but it don't believe in....
I believe in love, but it don't believe in me
I believe in love, but it don't believe in me

(repeat)


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One old brown shoe falls in slow motion
And the bedsprings hover right above your head
As bedsprings do when you're beneath them
Someone else just climbed into your bed

By the time she thought you'd probably got to Phoenix
She'd arranged for your shoes to be filled
Well, you've got your pride and a blue-steel .45
And you're waiting for the other shoe to fall

Dig a double grave out in the meadow
And you'll curse the rain that turns the dirt to mud
You'll take 35 south towards Laredo
Then you'll try to find a doctor who can prescribe an elixir that'll make everything better
'Cept your late wife and her lover


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I turned my microwave on and I cooked my chicken ravioli
The last ten years of my life I've been feeling kind of lonely
I don't do love I don't do women named Hannah
And I don't do red haired girls from Louisiana

And I'm suffering from a kind of indecision
About what I'm going to watch on television
I'll dream tonight of dancing in Coahuila
With a little brown haired girl and her tequila

My mama always seems to sing the same song
You'll never meet no decent girls at Dallas honky-tonks
What she says is true with that I must agree
'Cause any girl worth having wouldn't have a thing to do with me

I'm sitting here just sucking on my cavity (cavity)
Thinking of the things you used to say to me (tragedy)
And I'm suffering from a kind of indecision
About a little brown haired girl
A little brown haired girl
A little brown haired girl
And her tequila


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Iron Road

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Why aren't you here? It's almost 4 am.
I finished up all of your beer, Now I'm startin' on your gin.
I went through your diary, flipped through your phone book -called all your friends.
I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been.

I just wanna know where you been.

I pulled back your sheets, Now I'm crawlin' in your bed.
Every drink's one more defeat, And every footstep hurts my head.
I don't want excuses. I don't wanna hear that you were out with your friends.
I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been.

I just wanna know where you been.

I hope you crash your momma's car.
I hope you pass out in some bar.
I hope you catch some kinda flu.
Let's say I wish the worst for you.

I hope you're happy with yourself.
I hope you found somebody else, cause I ain't askin' you again.
LyricsI just wanna know where you been
I just wanna know where you been.

Why am I here? I've got better things to do.
I could hang out on the pier, down by the Hudson, sniffin' glue.
I guess I'm a loser, but I like being miserable, swimming in sin.
I just wanna know where you been, I just wanna know where you been.

I hope you crash your momma's car.
I hope you pass out in some bar.
I hope you catch some kinda flu.
Let's say I wish the worst for you.

I hope you're happy with yourself.
I hope you found somebody else, cause I ain't askin' you again.
I just wanna know where you been
I just wanna know where you been.
I just wanna know where you been.


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you're a bottle cap away
from pushing me too far
well the problem's gettin' big
an empty compact car
so i won't feel so bad
i did all i could do
now i'm on wounded knee
and we're at waterloo
so please get out of my car

i was born in the backseat of a mustang
on a cold night in a hard rain
and the very first song that the radio sang
was "i won't be home no more"

you're a rattle trap tonight
my ears are gettin' tired
so listen for awhile
before this thing expired
oh it was bound to fail
all because of where i'm from
Lyricsnow the moon's at four o'clock
and it's high time kingdom come
so please get out, of my car

i was born in the backseat of a mustang
on a cold night in a hard rain
and the very first song that the radio sang
was "i won't be home no more"

i was born in the backseat of a mustang
on a cold night in a hard rain
and the very first song that the radio sang
was "i won't be home no more"


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When i first met doreen
She was barely seventeen.
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar.

The way she tossed 'em back
I would've had a heart attack.
But as it is i let her drive my car.

We galloped through the boroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds,
Until i said, "stop the car, doreen."

Well you can roll your eyes and nod
But i swear that i saw god,
In the moonlight on a side street in the wreckage we call queens.

Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.

Well i'm pulling into cleveland
LyricsIn a seven-seater tour van.
There's eight of us, so i'm sleeping on the floor.

The guy that plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the old crow,
Which multiplies my sorrow, i can't take it anymore.

Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.

Now i'm begging and i'm pleading,
"well pull over guys, i'm bleeding.
There's a fina off the highway with a phone."

I'm calling you doreen,
But it rings and rings and rings.
Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home.

Doreen, doreen, last night i had an awful dream.
You were laying in the arms of a man i'd never seen.
Come clean doreen. come clean doreen.


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What remains of the day remains to be seen
By the TV that we never turn on
Each other's enough I never had it so rough
Ever since I been gone

White noise swells in my head
Making me worry it's the summertime
But itá•s the dead of the fall itá•s the dead of the night
Hell yes I mind

CHORUS:
I would give anything not to feel so jagged
Iá•d give anything not to feel so jagged
Iá•d give anything not to feel so jagged

I couldn't drink enough to make this make sense
But I think I'm gonna give it a try
There's no settling down there's only driving downstate
So I drive

REPEAT CHORUS

OUTRO:
I'd give anything not to feel so jagged


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Standing on the corner of 6th how'd I forget
Trying to do right by you all night Annette
You can go ahead and get married
and this will be our secret thing
I won't tell a soul except the people in the nightclub where I sing

I don't want to get you all worked up
Except secretly I do

I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you

Standing on the corner of 6th
Where do I go
The parade's shut down now the rain is running the show
Where did all these people come from
And how soon can they leave
Normally I1d be into it but I need to get some sleep

Though I do wish you1d come over
But I'm warning you if you do
Lyrics
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you

(guitar break)

Standing on the corner of 6th
Where do I get
Trying to do right by you all night Annette
This would only be an experiment
In things that could have been
You can go ahead and get married
And it'll probably never happen again

I don't mean to make you excited
Except secretly I do

I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have designs on you


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in a western town, beneath the northern lights,
where the pine trees pine for the fall of night,
you believe in cards and you believe in signs
and i'll be leavin' soon, but i'm here tonight

on a mountainside, well below the stars
keep your lovers eyes in mason jars
and i should be scared but i feel no fear
cause i'll be leavin' soon, tonight i'm here

and even if you are the one
and even if the cards are all true
when the curtain calls
oh baby, what's a boy to do?
when the curtain calls
oh baby, what's a boy to do?

well the southern pea moved her family down
then along came me to her sleepy town
i don't believe in cards, i don't believe in signs
but i'll be leavin' soon. i'm here tonight
Lyrics
and even if you are the one, and even if i tried to be true
when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do?
when the curtain calls, oh baby, what's a boy to do?

in a western town, beneath the northern lights
where the pine trees pine for the fall of night
don't believe in me, did i make that clear?
cause i'll be long gone soon, but tonight i'm here

and even if you were the one
i didn't wanna walk out on you
but when the curtain calls
oh baby, what's a boy to do?
when the curtain calls
oh baby, what's a boy to do?
when the curtain calls
oh baby, what's a boy to do?


. . .


Merle Haggard, Bluebook Music (BMI)
First thing I remember knowin' was a lonesome whistle blowin'
And a young-on's dream of growing up to ride
On a freight train leaving town, not knowing where I'm bound
And no one could change my mind, but Mama tried

One and only rebel child, from a family meek and mild
Mama seemed to know what lay in store
'Spite of all my Sunday learnin', toward the bad I kept on turnin'
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore

CHORUS:
And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole
No one could steer me right, but Mama tried, Mama tried
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading I denied,
That leaves only me to blame, 'cause Mama tried

Dear old Daddy rest his soul, he left my mom a heavy load
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes
Working hours without rest, she wanted me to have the best
She tried to raise me right, but I refused

CHORUS

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I remember the Alamo, I don't recall who won
They had swords, they had horses, I hear we had mighty guns
Like the ones from Navarone last night on Channel 21
It's a long way back to El Paso.

It was early Monday morning in the Central Standard Zone
You were quiet like the TV, hung up like the telephone
You were sleeping next to me, I might as well have been
alone
It's a long way back to El Paso.

CHORUS
And if my heart was a car, you would have stripped it a
long time ago.
And if my heart was a car, you would have stripped it a
long time ago.
And if my heart was a car

You would have stripped it down and sold it off
To the greasy man in the salvage lot
As it is it's just a heart
LyricsNo, no, it ain't worth nothin'.

I ain't talkin' bout tomorrow, I'm talkin' 'bout tonight
You told me you were drunk already, that don't make it
right
You want at me, well, have at it, 'cause I'm in the mood to
fight
And it's a long way back to El Paso.

And if my heart was a car, you would have stripped it a
long time ago.
And if my heart was a car, you would have stripped it a
long time ago.

And if my heart was a car, you would have stripped it a
long time ago.
And if my heart was a,
And if my heart was a,
And if my heart was a car,


. . .


I got a four leaf clover.
It ain't done one single lick of good.
I'm still a drunk and I'm still a loser.
I'm living in a lousy neighborhood.

I got a real live horseshoe,
And I hung it upside-down above my door.
But it don't do nothing to impress you,
So I don't know what the hell it's for.

Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover.
Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go
for.
I got a four leaf clover, but I ain't got no hope of
getting you.

I got a lucky silver dollar.
My granddad gave it to me now he's dead.
At times like this I wish that I cound join him,
It might just stop this pounding in my head.

Why don't you come over? I'll show you my four leaf clover.
Who'm I trying to kid? I'm not the kind of guy you'd go
for.
I got a four leaf clover, but I ain't got no hope of
getting you.
I ain't got no hope of getting you.

. . .


Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore.

Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so.
I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go.

Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days.

You say, "Maybe you can stay with me." I say, "Lady, that's a dangerous plan."
You're quite a woman, but I don't wanna be your man.
You're quite a kisser, but listen close and understand.

Take a letter to God. "Dear Sir: I'm dissatisfied.
Well it ain't your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart.

All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I ain't gettin' nowhere."
Won't you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
Won't you stay? I can't play like I don't care.
I think you're dope, and I hope I'm making myself clear.
I think you're fly and that's why I'm getting out of here.

Well, I must have been stoned.
Good Lord, I wish I'd been stoned.

. . .



Me and this girl we've been falling in love
Beneath a quarter moon beneath a quarter moon
Me and this girl I've been living above
On a road called Oppenheimer

Tar on the roof there were stars in her hair
Beneath a quarter moon beneath a quarter moon
Me and this girl we were going somewhere
On a road called Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we've been working it out
We've got a long way to go we've got a long way to go
Me and this girl we've been having it out
On a road called Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we've been getting it on
Beneath a quarter moon beneath a quarter moon
Watching it go until its all the way gone
On a road called Oppenheimer

And the days gonna be today
LyricsAnd the time is gonna be right now
No I'm never gone fall for anyone else but her
And the place is gonna be right here
On a road called Oppenheimer Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we been falling in love
Beneath a quarter moon beneath a quarter moon
Me and this girl I've been dreaming above
On a road called Oppenheimer

Tar on the roof there were stars in her hair
Watching it go until its going somewhere
On a road called Oppenheimer

And the days gonna be today
And the time is gonna be right now
No I'm never gone fall for anyone else but her
And the place is gonna be right here
On a road called Oppenheimer Oppenheimer

Oppenheimer
Oppenheimer

Me and this girl we've been working it out
We've got a long way to go we've got a long way to go


. . .


can't get a line to telephone you
why you holing your company?
I been moaning Oh! Lonesome Me
you made a pigeon of my heart
and I'd go anywhere to know you
take a long way coming back
be your yellow bedroom cab
making bread in your heaven
and you're the reason im losing all my sleep
'cause I just can't get what I want
I'm spinning out I'm pocket sized
I'm gonna catch that flyer
I'm gonna see it shine
yeah you're waking up my one desire
but I cant get a line
can't get a to telephone you
and I ponder your hold on me
I been moaning Oh! lonesome Me
you made a pigeon of my heart
and I'd go anywhere to know you
take the long way comming back
be your yellow bedroom cab
making bread in your heaven

. . .


Cryin', cryin'
Cryin' drunk

Walker lives on the island
I'm still stuck in the south
Walker lives off his hands now
I still live off my mouth

The only difference is you've got integrity, I don't
Only difference is I'll do a lot of things you won't
You'd like to think I'm sleeping very peacefully, I'm not
I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin'

Walker says you're a Cancer
I just think you're a flu
Oh, but then again I'm a Virgo
I'm no match for you

Yeah, the only difference is that I pretend that it's alright
So cut up pretendin' I can make it through the night
You'd like to think I'm sleeping very peacefully, I'm not
I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk
I'm cryin', I'm cryin', I'm cryin', I'm cryin' drunk

The only difference is you've got integrity, I don't
Only difference is I'll do a lot of things you won't
You'd like to think I'm sleeping very peacefully, I'm not
I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk, I'm cryin' drunk

I'm cryin'

. . .



Big brown eyes, and a gust of wind,
And the cherry burns the corner of the page that says "The end
Is coming soon," but not soon enough.
Restring all your guitars. Pack up all your stuff.

'Cause if Robert's dad is right,
We might not make it through the night,
And I'd hate to go alone.
Please pick up the phone.

Well a box of red, and a pill or three,
And I'm calling time and temperature just for some company.
I wish you were here. I wish I was too.
I'll drink myself to sleeplessness, I always do.

You don't want me anymore,
Since fame and fortune broke down our door.
You don't give me no respect.
What did I expect?

If that phone don't ring one more time,
LyricsI'm gonna lose what's left of my mind.
You made a big impression for a girl of your size,
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.

Her hands are cold, her breath is warm,
She's a port in a storm.
I'm worried now, but it won't be long.
It takes a worried man, you know, to sing a worried song.

I've got issues, yeah.
Like I miss you, yeah.
And I wish I weren't so thick.
I'm making myself sick.

If that phone don't ring one more time,
I'm gonna lose what's left of my mind.
You made a big impression for a girl of your size,
Now I can't get by without you and your big brown eyes.


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And the hole
In the screen is barely big enough for you
And not near enough for me to go

And the whole damn complicated
Situation could've been
Avoided if I'd only shut the window

CHORUS:
And I may be leavin' myself open
To a murder or a heart attack
But I'm leavin' the back door open
'Til you come back, 'til you come back

And I may be movin' myself closer
To a real untimely end
But I'm leavin' the back door open
'Til you come home again, 'til you come home again

And I told
The neighbors, I put pictures up
And handed out some flyers at the show

And the whole town speculating
Situation could've been
Avoided if I'd only shut the window

CHORUS

REPEAT CHORUS


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Smokers

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I was a debater
Was not a stoner nor an inline skater
Was not a player nor a player hater
I was just a bookworm on a respirator
Who's to say that's wrong

I was in the chess club
Didn't have a swimming pool much less a true love
Didn't have a dalliance much less a hot tub
I was just a brain whose brain never let up
Who's to say that's wrong

The twelve years after five
Are years we're lucky to survive
Hang in there friends forever
In memory far away
Hang in there friends forever
In memory far away

Went out for the football team
Found out the hard way that you can't live your Dad's dream
LyricsHad pretty thin skin to be in the machine
Then I found a guitar and the rest's a fanzine
Who's to say that's wrong

The moral of the song
Is that the high school kids are wrong
You know they have been all along
Come graduation day you'll be gone
Hang in there friends forever
In memory far away


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Eighteen-hundred miles from this old nightclub
A girl is turning 22 today.
How am I supposed to entertain you?
My fingertips are useless when my mind's so far away.

Eighteen-hundred miles from Manhattan
The nightclub yawns and opens up it's doors.
Thank god that I don't have to pay the cover,
'Cause every night I'm broker than I was the night before

Yeah this old nightclub stole my youth,
This old nightclub stole my true love,
It follows me around from town to town.
I just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down,
I just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down.

Telephones make strangers out of lovers,
Whiskey makes the strangers all look good.
Well my angel of the morning is in mourning.
My life was misspent, don't let me be misunderstood.

And this old nightclub stole my youth,
This old nightclub stole my true love,
It follows me around from town to town.
I just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down,
I just might get drunk tonight and burn the nightclub down.


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I got a timebomb, in my mind Mom.
I hear it ticking but I don't know why.
I call the police, but they don't like me.
I hear 'em whispering when I walk by.

I got a landmine in my bloodline.
I'm not immune to getting blown apart.
She's like a claymore, that's what she's there for.
She's waiting 'round here to get blown apart.

Having her on my brain's like getting hit by a train,
She's gonna kill me. Oh Celeste, oh Celeste.

I got a timebemb, in my mind Mom,
It's gonna go off, but I don't know when.
I need a doctor to extract her.
I got a feeling she'd get right back in again

I got a timebemb, in my mind Mom,
I got it badly for a stick-legged girl
She's gonna kill me, and I don't mean softly.
I got it badly for a stick-legged girl

Having her on my brain's like getting hit by a train,
She's gonna kill me. Oh Celeste, oh Celeste, oh Celeste.


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