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The Last Train Passed
04:27
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The Last Train Passed
A back road howl rebounds and fades and / a shoe rolls on the track
A diner queen unwinds with mistys / the ‘open’ sign’s turned back
What’s to be seen on this dimed hour? / The shifts wound to the last
It’s too dark to meet a morning / and the last train passed
The last wisp of steam dries out and / old Paint gives up the ghost
Every time she quits she starts again / whistling Whipping Post
The engineers last opinion / inspired by smoked and flask
He pays no mind to vacant stations / So her last train passed
All sounds have faded call for more
Work on the silence, lock the door
All latest fashions made to wait
No crime delighted, set to go
They said presidents don’t lie
Well then what stained her uniform?
In Dallas’ wake they called her wise
A traffic light a mile away still flashing / the moments not yet met
She now admits her disposition / first time she lost a bet
Why roll the dice when pockets follow / and you used up your good cards?
No-one to blame until tomorrow / cause the last train passed
When her favourite name’s locked in her car
She knows her prospects won’t go far
All coasting rides on credit card dreams
So she relaxes, takes in a scene.
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Catbird
03:53
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Catbird
Please tell the whistler in the catbird seat / Keep out of sight and cover up your feet.
Make sure this message arrives on time / Hardship’s afoot and we don’t believe in signs
I’ve seen the grifters taking notes at her address
Where they’ve been all that’s there now is a mess
So, plant some flowers in the crater they left
For the general health of your head / Make sure the catbird’s fed
For all the tough boys who remembered to care / Break out the milk jug she keeps under the stairs
& While she sleeps undertake one last trip / Bring back the silken pearls and silver-eyed fish
I’ve seen the uniforms drooling on her steps
Where they’ve been, all that’s there now is regret
Rip off their helmets and let loose some revenge
For the general health of your head / Make sure the catbird’s fed
While Rome is burning we sit up and contemplate / How dominos fall & roll up our fate
If she is home when we call with our appeal / What’s all this trouble now? I hope she takes the deal
I’ve seen the prophets waving placards at her bricks
Where they’ve been all that’s left is cons and tricks
Lift up our skirts and see how fast they split
For the general health of your head / Make sure the catbird’s fed
Our final dispatch for the telegraph man / Send it down the wire as fast as you can
Promised salvation might seem hard to calculate / But we have faith in her indifference and grace
I’ve seen the salesmen rattling cups in her wake
Where they’ve been all that’s left is rusted waste
So stamp their neckties with the red mark of Cain
For the general health of your head / Make sure the catbird’s fed
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Soar
03:50
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Soar
I’m going through some goings on, Bottles empty hands are worn
A little light to keep us wise; candle smoking no more shine
I’m shuffling cards for solitaire, rolled some dice, no one cared
I passed the queen of hearts downtown; I swear she winked and made a sound
Some angel in a dirty coat, he hangs around hawking hope
He holds 3 fingers up to deal; picks my pocket makes a steal
I hunt for dreams to pin on, just a sound away
All I find are old train tokens, and a map faded to grey.
I count the saints that I can count on, recite a prayer- they’ll decide on
Seems that ship already sailed and took the fairy from this tale
She comes to me in flying colours, I’m on the ground- can’t even hover
I’ll try to hitch that ruby wing, if I lift off I might sing.
Up in Alberta, they burnt up all their gold
Used it for powder kicks - and mortgages to go
Left me beside a train with a copper in his hat
Shook all the bullets out, caressing this and that
I try to pay for love to the fairy in her cups
It’s free you know she says, and hands me back my luck
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Hundred Dollar Man
04:34
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Hundred Dollar Man
He dreams by daylight, gets his fresh meat with a lure
He’s got disciples, all set to testify his truth
He bought their virtue, signed, sealed and sold
So it’s told, so it’s told.
Master of ceremonies, he flashes winks to widowed ruins
One hand makes peace signs, the other stashes all the coins
Dance amigo, let’s make a deal
Keep it real, keep them reeled.
Head of the table, takes his drinks from either side
Recites some glories, best bravado nationwide
He runs on vapours, accepts your favours
Near and far, near and far
He’s shuffling the deck seats, his ledgers drown in white hot debts
A new day a new name, one hundred dollar man forgets
What’s your pleasure? Red, white or numb?
All for one? All for one.
Lounged and tube-fed, tranquilized by night-shift hosts
Hung up on numbers, counts the hours to his ghost
The last confession, no one listens.
Signed and sealed, signed and sealed.
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