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Rustbelt
03:15
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Were on the wrong side of town
Once again we find ourselves
Just lookin for that something new.
Though some friends got up and left
They hopped some trains out to the west
Im just as fine stayin here with you
As we ramble through the rust
And all this fuckin dust
From the steel mills chimney crown
That is our lighthouse through this town
To guide us through these twisted streets
Illuminated roadside wreaths
the only other lamp I need
is this cigarette between my teeth
And both our mothers were pretty mean
They had no choice, to raise us clean
working third shift as we’d sleep
While our fathers drank with Danny Greene
and what good did it do?
As im sitting here with you
Deep inside that ole’ mainline
As were burnin up this spoon
There is a belt
that runs beneath these streets
a string of blood and sweat
binded by blue collar dreams
There is a hell
right here on mother earth
our rivers are on fire
but there’s iron in our dirt
And Im showing up to work hungover
Pissed off and depressed
wonderin if my life I over
Leaning over that brake press
We've been at the bottom since the beginning
deep down below our souls are singin
a choir that chants a minor key
that wont unlock the door to be freed
Another trip into the salvage yard
Where fortunes ghosts are living large
Stolen steel, some bolts and brass
we’re cashin’ in on West Ends trash
We trudge the heat, steal through the snow
we were beat and all too high to know
any better than pure defeat
we were the athletes of these streets
And we left Cleveland for a reason
Thought we’d try the Pittsburgh seasons
but our luck had never changed
the cold grey comfort stayed the same
and what good did it do
as Im layin’ here with you
another ride along the mainline
staring right back at that moon
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The final flood
it will be flame.
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3. |
Downstream From The Holy
05:11
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I was down on my luck
just east of New Orleans
I took a break from God
God knows it needs one from me
I wasn’t asking for much
Hell, I could hardly read
The writing on the wall
Did it apply to me?
Whether I slide or I pedal
I seem to do it on my back
my mind is a ghetto
its on the wrong side of the tracks
Of the famine, of the feast
Im on the wrong side of the Need
To get out of this town
And I know just where Im headed...
Im going Down to the River
and the Rivers overflowing
with the sins of the forgiven
Here, and now
I want to renounce
I want to build a new home
in this broken down south
Youll never step foot in the same river twice
youre downstream from the holy
(and) it’s a roll of the dice.
Let it Go, and let it rise
but Ill never step foot in the same river twice
Well I went to a witch
all candle sticks and cards
she blamed all my problems
upstairs on the stars
and/but as above so below
all proverbs and crow
in the teeth of its fire
I tossed her black cat
Bone
Stone
cold sweet denial
shun the laws but not the stars
drag the waters and duck the trial
Ill believe it when I see it
Im alive and I want to feel it
where the water it is clear
I know a revival, she is near
...And Im leaving this town for sure...
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Lay by my side
next to the light
in the middle of the night.
Lay by my side girl
next to the fire
in the middle of the night
leaves are falling, cold winds calling me
in the middle of the night
shadows crawling, creeping through the trees
in the middle of the night
Days have gone by
killing time in the middle of the night
Days have gone by
John Fahey plays in the middle of the night
Leaves are falling, cold winds calling me
in the middle of the night
shadows crawling, moonlight drapes the trees
in the middle of the night
stay by my side
next to the light
in the middle of the night
stay by my side girl
trial by fire
in the middle of the night
unpack my bones and catch a drag
off the bonfires burning bright
I seen her dancing in the middle of the night
the scent of distilled rye
the stills are steamin'
and all the coyotes singin'
In the middle of the night
Lay by my side
next to the light in the middle of the night
the pines are spittin' sap
the whisperin' white birch paints the black
along the river
next to my heart
in the middle of the night.
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5. |
To Haunt Her...
05:32
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Morning comes, the lacquer fades
On this oxblood floor,
Rests the shadows of my shame.
Strangled with a stocking
(and) Strung up in the stack.
As ugly as you were,
You never gave me peace after that.
Second Verse:
Yonder he is, this man of sin
His truth does not change
He can stomach all the ways
Your Father and I, and the bastard that you are
I seen what I saw,
behind the final brick in the wall
One Jesus was
Just as bad as another
Im much to beau-ti-ful
To be somebody’s Mother.
You’re much too young to breathe
Staring back at me
I said Im sorry, over and over
Jesus please tell her, when you hold her.
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6. |
Serpente del Cancro
05:14
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Red Label Catharsis Cleveland, Ohio
Northern Gothic. Rustbelt Resonance. Uplifting Minor
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