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Those L.A. Nights
03:50
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Those L.A. nights when we were way too young
A memory like sugar on my tongue
You come and go and you walk away with me
I'm wired to the hilt now can't you see
All of us are out along the strip
And I don't think you'd probably better drive
With your slicked back hair, trying to take a sip
And I don't think we're ever going to die
I'm hanging out I'm down by Melrose Place
I'm searching every stranger's for your face
Sometimes I'd kill for just a day of rain
I said good bye and cursed that eastbound train
Those L.A. nights when I still miss your face
I'm walking, talking, staring into space
I hope they treat you right in Illinois
I hope that all those things will bring you joy
All of us are out on Sunset Strip
And I don't think I'd probably better drive
With my slicked back hair, post-nasal drip
And I don't think we're ever going to die
And no I don't go back to Alfred anymore
And no I don't go back to that same corner store
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This Town's a Wheel
03:32
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This town's a bore, this town's a drag
This town's a snore, this town's a snag
This town's a blister burning under my heel
This town wants more than you can ever steal
I turn away, I turn away, I turn away from it
I turn away but I can't get back
This town's a wheel half buried in snow
And once it gets its claws in it'll never let you go
Somewhere along the way I became confused
Couldn't tell the people I loved from the people I'd used
And people began to seem to me one and the same
So many faces, so many names
I turn away, I turn away, I turn away from it
I turn away but I can't get back
This town's a wheel half buried in snow
And once it gets its claws in it'll never let you go
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Faulkner Song
05:01
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William Faulkner always said the past is never past
He must have never seen you slip away at last
The blood on the asphalt that the rain washed away
I knew you always drove home that way
That night at Rooster's Bar you said you wanted me to be a cop
You said you wished I'd quit my job at the old bookshop
You said I was a hack and I told you to walk home
And I left that bar alone
Emily
I'm begging you please come back to me
Emily
I can't close my eyes to think
I see your face every time I drink
And now I'm walking home alone through the old town square
Too blind drunk to hope or dream or cry or care
I pitch an empty bottle of Four Roses at his shin
"Fuck you William Faulkner and all your kin."
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That Yellow Cajun Moon
06:17
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I love to watch that yellow Cajun moon
I strum my fiddle and I sing a tune
When I was young we lived in Delacroix
My ma cut hair, my dad held come and go
The pipeline came and tore up all the land
I love the Lord, love every grain of sand
I practice love, forgive my enemies
I come at night, a knife between my teeth
My woman she don’t stand no running round
The way she loves me burns me to the ground
My brother took his vows, became a priest
Says he who should be first is always least
I always welcome strangers in the house
They take the bed, I sleep out with the cows
I live at Number Six, Palmetto Court
I’m meek and mild, but my temper’s short
My one-eyed girl is still a damn good shot
Can hit a swamp rat at a hundred yards
My uncle keeps his bottle in a bag
He likes to party, always going stag
I love to watch that yellow Cajun moon
Close the shutters, storm is coming soon
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I know where you'll run and hide
Far away from prying eyes
Never say nothing and never let it go
And the sun's shining in your room
Waking up at half past noon
Doing more damage than you'll ever hope to control
Peeling the label from a bottle of Michelob
Dancing on the backs of the ones that brought you home
And I know where you'll never go
Though you lead him to and fro
Never say nothing not even when it starts to bleed
Never let them see you crying out in need
Dancing on the backs of the ones that brought you home
You can't hide your lying eyes
Though you'll run inside and cry
Never say nothing and never let it be
You sit there picking at the scab on your knee
Dancing on the backs of the ones that brought you home
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Tom Andes Albuquerque, New Mexico
Originally from New Hampshire, Tom has lived all over the country, on both coasts and (twice) in New Orleans. Currently, he lives in Albuquerque, NM.
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