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county line
02:09
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the sunset’s making shadows
they’re stretched out on the grass
lying there with my lady
trying to make a moment last
on the county line
she was mine on the county line
for a time on the county line
how I pine for the county line
driving down the empty byways
breeze blowing back her hair
took another look at the fading light
and said “sunsets just ain’t fair"
on the county line
she was mine on the county line
for a time on the county line
how I pine for the county line
the day is over now
night has fallen down
hours slip away
lovers never stay
on the county line
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2. |
hunted
02:52
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I’ve got to leave society
I’d prefer to be
a noble beast among the trees
I ran down the greenest path
never once did I look back
the past is like a debtor’s jail
a pack of dogs is on my trail
the forest rain has changed to hail
the freeway drives the coffin nail
if I fail to see this through
planted my feet in the ground
a hidden place that I had found
with the sun I'll need to grow
I would take to the seas
guided by the fickle breeze
if I ever learn to sail
a pack of dogs is on my trail
the forest rain has changed to hail
the freeway drives the coffin nail
if I fail to see this through
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so I hideaway on my bike
I’m lonesome as a flying kite
high up in the windy night sky
tied to you
speeding down the empty lanes
to make it home before the rain
hoping recklessness will kill the pain
of talking to you
blank expressions painted on your face
burned in memories I cannot erase
dazed wet cold rain
broken insane
so play another beach boys tune
one from the early afternoon of
their career when they weren’t taking
psychotropic drugs
I’m in the mood for Help Me Rhonda
one I’m particularly fond of
sweet harmonies remind that love
sometimes works
blank expressions painted on your face
burned in memories I cannot erase
dazed wet cold pain
broken insane
songs sun shine tunes
fragment summer moon
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4. |
love doesn't mean a damn
02:37
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your love doesn’t mean a damn
when I’m wading through the rio grande
and I march another Mexican mile
the desert dirt is dark in my smile
sweating out the things I lack
worried that I might turn back
my love doesn’t mean a damn
when you’re feasting on a honied ham
and you’re buying ten bottles of wine
and drinking up all your time
fretting at the weather report
treat the future like some kind of sport
love doesn’t mean a damn
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5. |
still life
03:16
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pretty blue eyes
giddy little laugh
did he wake up when you left tonight?
or do we have to make this fast?
maybe if we try
playing records loud
no one will hear us in your bed
we can make this work somehow
you're painted into a still life now
the one with the lillys wilting down
hanging with photos on my walls
echoes of laughter through the halls
it's like a changeless angel
tangled up my soul
mangled my mellow heartstrings
she stole all my rock’n’roll
I wish never saw
her curls unwind
I wish I could erase her handwriting
scrawled upon my paper mind
she’s painted into a still life now
the one with the lillys wilting down
hanging with photos on my walls
echoes of laughter through the halls
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ricky mirage Chicago, Illinois
Chicago-based multi-instrumentalist Nick Harris.
ricky mirage recommends:
In Love / with Love
by Sons of the West
straight shot of soulful garage rock, no chaser, brewed in Columbus and aged like a fine whiskey in Chicago
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punchy power pop and rock 'n' roll that was born in basements and grew up in dive bars in and around Chi-town.
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sibling harmonies reign supreme in this band's windswept mixture of folk and rock 'n roll, a sound that evokes desperate midwestern hope evaporating like morning dew before a crisp prairie sunrise.
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Frantic Semantic EP
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