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Salt and Ice
02:45
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Salt and Ice
I hear the snow plows scraping outside, sending sparks over these streets of ice, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights. Late shift let out early tonight, it’s just me and a half bottle of wine, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights.
I would hold you up on the ice, watch your breath rise up to the streetlights, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights. Turn the furnace up to 63, get under blankets and turn down the TV, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights.
If I could do it again, you know I’d do it all over again, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights. Darling, when we combine, we’re like salt and ice, on these cold and snowed in sort of nights.
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Good Times (are over)
02:36
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Good Times (Are Over)
Born west of the river while the city still worked, now I’m begging for a job wearing a dead man’s shirt, and the bulbs burnt out in the downtown lights, slumlords buying up the whole south side.
The good times are over, the good times are over, the days they bought and sold you, their good times are over.
I see fancy cars parked on empty streets, boarded up factories on balance sheets, they’re up in their towers while the country drowns, but the higher you are, the further you’ll fall down.
The good times are over, the good times are over, the days they bought and sold you, their good times are over.
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Banks
02:28
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Banks
I bought the house on the 38th and 4th from Wells Fargo in 1984. And I’ve been held up, shaken down before, but I’ve never been robbed by my name on a form.
Those banks will take all they can hold, ‘til they’ve got your money, ‘til they’ve got your home.
I’m just like Muley, I wander around on my own, no one around here, because everyone’s foreclosed. All night the sirens, they whine and blow, but they’re never going to come for the ones who took my home.
Those banks will take all they can hold, ‘til they’ve got your money, ‘til they’ve got your home.
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It's Alright
03:48
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It’s Alright
Torn and frayed on a Sunday, and you can not help but feel ashamed. You used to feel pride about all these wasted nights, now you only feel afraid.
There’s lots of people I remember, and there’s lots of them gone away. Sometimes I’ll go days without seeing a friendly face, I wonder if they ever think of me.
But it’s alright, alright, alright as long as we stay, just hanging around in this muddy old town watching as the river washes our past away.
There’s lots of places I remember, and there’s lots of things that have changed, chase us underground then they tear the building down, then put up condos in their place.
There used to be a wind in December, it would cut you just like a blade, on the after-work bus with the windows fogging up, you can feel yourself growing older every day.
But it’s alright, alright, alright as long as we stay, just hanging around in this muddy old town watching as the river washes our past away.
It’s alright, baby, whenever you need me you can call me, it will be alright. I’ve been thinking about the sound that all the poor boys make from underground, whenever you need me, you can call me, it will be alright. Alright.
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Downtown Dogs
02:07
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Downtown Dogs
We’re going out tonight, won’t run away if there is a fight, we’re going out tonight, whoa. Downtown, walking around, other dogs keep their noses to the ground, cool dogs, yeah we rule this town. Whoa.
We’re the downtown dogs, walking around, downtown dogs, keep their noses to the ground, downtown dogs, doing it right, downtown dogs, every day and every night. Whoa.
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Into the Light
02:13
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Into the Light
I drank some whiskeys and I drank some wines. I drank whatever helped to pass the time. Then I walked alone in all these darkened nights, until I emerged, until I emerged into the light.
I walked alone, I walked in ruins, I walked in emptiness and I walked in gloom. As I walked alone, I sang a song and my voice it rose into the dawn.
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The Future Was a Long Time Ago
Salt is on the air and the marsh is on the breeze, in the tall grass cicadas sing low. Down Plumb Nearly Lane there’s a cross and plastic wreath. When the past goes it leaves a big hole, the future was a long time ago.
So I just stay still in place and watch the years just erase all that I’ve loved and that I’ve known.
Time won’t leave nothing, it won’t preserve a thing because each passing life takes its toll. I can’t sleep with the memory of her breath upon my face. When the past goes it leaves a big hole, the future was a long time ago.
So I just stay still in place and watch the years just erase all that I’ve loved and that I’ve known.
The ghosts are on the marsh and the Honda’s on the heap that the kudzu has long overgrown, I’m bent in half carrying all these memories as they fade. When the past goes it leaves a big hole, the future was a long time ago.
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No Going Home
04:06
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No Going Home
No matter what I do, I know I’ll never do what’s right. I’m just trying to keep my head above the rushing waterline. So I go up to the bridge and watch that lonesome river wind. Darling, I wish you were mine (I wish that you were mine).
I walk around pretending that I don’t really care, but I miss the whiskey on your breath and sweat upon your hair. So I go up to the bridge and watch that lonesome river wind. Darling, I wish you were mine (I wish that you were mine).
There will be no going home. There’ll be no more going home.
I stand over the river and I watch the water flow. there’s frost on my body and there’s ice upon my soul. So I go up to the bridge and watch that lonesome river wind. Darling, I wish you were mine (I wish that you were mine).
The moon is bright and low on that North Dakota road, with the sound of Dolly Parton that crackling radio. So I go up to the bridge and watch that lonesome river wind. Darling, I wish you were mine (I wish that you were mine).
There will be no going home. There’ll be no more going home.
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Long Talk
01:54
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Long Talk
I sit on your bed and I watch you undress for that long talk. With your tears on the floor and my boots by the door for that long walk. All those nights I spent talking with you about all of the things that we’ll lose. You know most of it was true.
I ride by on my bike in the middle of the night, the house is all lit up. But the garden has gone all withered and brown, same as our love. All those nights I spent talking with you, about all of the things that we’ll lose. You know most of it was true.
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Spent Your Best Years
03:13
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Spent Your Best Years
Spent your best years with someone else, left me sitting on the shelf, the things you miss, you never knew exist. Spent your best years with someone else, my expiration date went south, now it tastes like sour grapes when we kiss.
So they’ll set you back and wreck you and say you don’t belong, as the satellites they fall from outer space, sitting there like vultures on the piles of their bombs, watching as this world blows away.
Spent your best years with someone else, left me sitting on the shelf, the things you miss, you never knew exist. I made mistakes and I’ll admit that, but all I remember is I was drunk as shit, and oh the way that we kissed.
The sirens go off, then we’ll go up, to the rooftops, watch this whole world blow up. Then there will be no hope for tomorrow, there will be no more yesterdays, throw regret to the wings of this atomic wind and we’ll watch as this world blows away.
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Where the Water Flows
04:00
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Where the Water Flows
When the lightning strikes and the winds they blow, and then the tide rises up the side of where the waters flow.
Forgive us mother, you know we won’t forget you, under a blanket in a wheelchair outside the Superdome. The tides will wash away the ones who left you, and this whole town of New Orleans will be your memorial.
So many years, they’ve been out to get you, because they live at the top of the hill and you’re down below, you say you will rise up from the ashes, but how do you keep the fire going where the water flows.
Come on home because you’ve been gone too long.
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Chokecherry Minneapolis, Minnesota
We're a little band from Minneapolis that plays like a warped version of your favorite old country records.
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