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There's a War
05:31
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There’s a feeling in the air
While the city sleeps, there’s a faded stare
In an eighteen wheeler rolling out to just about anywhere
Cranked up so loud, he’s about to take a dare
There were bombers in the skies
Satellites were peeking through divides
And everyone I know was either passed out or getting high
But everybody heard the sound that night
‘Cause we had nowhere to hide
We had nowhere to hide
There were sirens blowing
Every which way
Any hour of the night
It has been raging on for years now
But it ain’t runnin’ out of fight
There’s a war going on
It’s right on your front lawn
Until it finds its way inside
So watch as the city stumbles/crumbles
Watch as this city slowly dies
Watch as it slowly dies
You can feel it in your skin
I’m telling you you’ve got to close that door and never let that stuff back in
Or may this city set your wind
I hope to see you again
I hope to see you again
But there are sirens blowing
Every which way
Any hour of the night
It has been raging on for years now
But it ain’t runnin’ out of fight
There’s a war going on
It’s right on your front lawn
Until it finds its way inside
So watch as the city stumbles/crumbles
Watch as this city slowly dies
Watch as it slowly dies
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2. |
Stillwater
06:06
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There are rumors swirling ‘round
About the neighbors south of town
Nothin’ ‘round here changes anymore
And there are signs out in the yards
For all the high-school-football stars
Nothin’ ‘round here changes anymore
Another big committee meet
Amidst the grand bureaucracy
Between The Stillwater and The Great Miami
So use your whistle what it’s for
Start takin’ names and a-keepin’ score
Nothing ‘round here changes anymore
It’s the same old rotten place that it’s been since I was eight
A couple painted storefronts, but it’s mostly all the same
Everything keeps fading and wasting away forevermore
Nothin’ ‘round here changes anymore
All of the bright-red-neon lights
Between the windows and the shades
Come on in, join the club, and play the game
And use your Richard what it’s for
To swing around and steal the floor
Nothin’ ‘round here changes anymore
It’s the same small, flaccid town; I swear it hasn’t changed in years
People pass away, and kids inherit their careers
Every river has two sides so you had best be choosin’ yours
Nothin’ ‘round here changes
Nothin’ ‘round here changes
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3. |
Misery
03:19
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Sunken tears and shallow smoke follow her everywhere she goes.
She’s got a song she sings she says her old-drunk daddy wrote,
And I could probably sing it note for note.
And sure as she sings that old soul sound
She is the darlin’ of this town
Dearest Misery, won’t you come back home with me?
Won’t you come back home with me?
Bad ideas and misread cues
Two reasons that I sing the blues
She’s got a temper on her; and she runs on a short, hot fuse
Either way I go I’m gonna lose
‘Cause soon as she swings that hammer down
She’ll be the darlin’ of this town
Dearest Misery, won’t you come back home with me?
Won’t you come back home with me?
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4. |
Rely on Me
04:37
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I’ve told you so many times now, you’ve been sayin’ it too:
“When you love someone so much you feel it wearin’ on you,
You should probably call it off right there and let it go.”
Because your storybook-ending-bound American Dream
Is about to end up gatherin’ a little too much steam,
And it’s just like you to get all caught up and lose control.
And, baby, you can’t rely on me.
You can’t rely on me.
Baby, you can’t rely on me.
I’ve told you so many times now even I ‘ve lost track:
“I won’t ever be the one who’s gonna hold you back.
As much as I love you, I would just as soon watch as you leave.”
So as long as it’s on your own two feet,
And you don’t walk back down Walnut Street
Maybe you’ll change your mind, but honestly...
Oh honey, you can’t rely on me.
You can’t rely on me.
Everybody knows it;
It’s a classic tragedy:
I’ll be your summer monsoon,
Every afternoon.
You’ll be the mid-May frost.
Now all these flowers won’t bloom
Baby, you can’t rely on me.
When the curtain goes down, and the adrenaline fades,
I won’t ever be the one who’s standing in your way
Baby, you can’t rely on me.
Oh baby, you can’t rely on me.
You can’t rely on me.
No matter how desperate the circumstances may be
I’ve got a cold heart full of rage;
And, baby, even on the smallest stage
Know that you can’t rely on me.
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5. |
New Sheriff in Town
06:32
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There’s a new sheriff in town
He’s pipin’ up and he’s crackin’ down
On every smooth Tom, Dick, and Harry that he meets.
So you’d better be named Dave,
Harold, Richard, or T.J.
Walk a straight, straight line and annunciate when you speak.
Uh-huh.
There’s a new sheriff in town.
He’s callin’ bluffs, and he’s seekin’ out
Every malcontented liar, thief, and cheat.
He’s hunting demons in the night,
So you’d better keep yours locked inside
‘Cause God knows they never die, they only sleep
[Chorus]
Or he’s gonna take you down to the penitentiary.
Or he’s gonna take you down to the penitentiary!
Not that you asked me boy, but it makes good sense to me
‘Cause you and all your kind are some kind of disease.
You’ve got a blood stain on your sleeve
And a pistol on your waist;
It appears to me to be an open and shut case
‘Cause there’s a new sheriff in town.
He’s taking charge, and he’s weeding out,
And now’s about the time of night when he comes around.
When he comes around...
[Repeat Chorus]
Oh he’s gonna take you down to the penitentiary,
Lock up the old cell door and toss away the key.
Confined in solitaire, it’s an all-out quarantine
‘Cause you and all your kind are some kind of disease.
[Repeat Chorus]
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6. |
Airport Sounds
05:14
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I’ve had enough with this old dance.
It feels like we never had the chance
To make our presence known.
We’ve danced enough it’s time to go.
Until I see you again, I assume you’ll be
Sitting under the same old maple tree
Shading the whole backyard
Since we were kids playing in the dark;
But there’ll still be a highway hum
To take your mind off what’s been done,
And there’ll still be airport sounds
To drown out the sour taste in your mouth.
I’ve had enough of this routine.
I’ve sang this song a thousand times it seems,
So I’m taking a red-eye flight.
I’m sippin’ Maker’s at an airport bar tonight.
Starin’ stone-eyed straight into the mirror,
“What sort of man do we have here:
Fingertips cold and numb,
Waiting on a day that’ll never come?
“Watching all the people walk
Up to the gate straight by the coffee shop?
Listenin’ to the airport sounds?
Noticing how they seldom turn around?
Turn around.”
And there’ll still be a highway hum
In the air over the town where you are from,
And there’ll still be a glassy shine
When you wipe the cobwebs from your eyes –
Listenin’ to the engines hum,
Kickin’ on the bar stool like a drum,
Listenin’ to the airport sounds,
To drown out the sour taste in your mouth.
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Age Nowhere Dayton, Ohio
Age Nowhere is a country-rock band from Dayton, Ohio. Formed in 2017 by singer-songwriter Paul Monnin and twin-brother
guitarists Matt and Dan Spaugy, these boys know how to have a good time.
Hobbies include: honky tonkin', rabble-rousin', carryin' on.
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