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Plane to a Dead Man
03:59
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Hello Terminal Five, I waved farewell to my father
I left a job, two cats and a mother, sister, brother
I dropped the cans onto my ears, relaxed with a shitty movie
We drank cheap orange juice from cups and cheers'd to the future
I'm on a plane to a dead man, a plane to a dead man's port
I couldn't see the sea below, as the dark night surrounded me
Then the orange lights seeped in, and it was home and I wasn't scared
I'm on a plane to a dead man, a plane to a dead man's port
With it's streets arranged in grids, and endless pissed off drivers
All the little tourists lost, how I want to go back
I'm on a plane to a dead man, a plane to a dead man's port
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You pronounce it "BOARSTIN."
Over beers at Cheers we convalesced
We hit the common
everywhere the duck tours blessed us with their presence
We did Fenway Park
Peeked through the nets, to my distaste there weren't any wickets
Boarded the Constitution
No cannon could pierce that hull, so the sailors screamed:
"HUZZAH!!! She's Made of Iron!!!"
It had the lowest ceilings
And an old dear kept asking questions like: "Did she just say hogging?"
He had the thickest arms
Such a young face made it even more entertaining when he screamed:
"HUZZAH!!! She's Made of Iron!!!"
"HUZZAH!!! She's Made of Iron!!!"
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Down in the Dirt
03:00
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I put my feet down on the spot where Forrest Gump gave his speech
No one heard him and no one heard me, I faded out of shot
The tourists crawl up the ancient stairs to see an old man made of stone
I shake his hand and tilt my head, he tells me a secret I forget
Mr President how are those cornflakes?
Do you like living down in the dirt?
The reflective pool is as green as grass, Jenny didn't wade through that
Another hotdog might cure the blues, can't believe this is the capital of the west
Mr President, that's a swanky, swanky dressing gown
Do you like living down in the dirt?
Yes-siree-bob I think Washington's a dump
All that land laid to waste
A thousand bums patrol the turf
The President's out of town
Mr President, that's a swanky, swanky dressing gown
Do you like living down in the dirt?
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The Quarry
03:42
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The stomach was full with a burger or two
and the air was as thick as a blanket
A sign by the path said: "There's a mile to go."
til you make it down to the water
Walk through the woods with the snakes and the birds
and the sweat behind your knee caps and you'll know
You're in Durham
Down at the quarry, by the Eno river
Well I put on my shorts, they were brighter than butter
and I jumped into that water
A hundred-foot deep, and it's riddled with catfish, crayfish and minnows
So I strapped on my gills, and my flippers and fins
and joined my new friends at the bottom
Well I knew I was in Durham
Down at the quarry, by the Eno river
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Nashville Predator
04:14
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When I'm thirty seven, you'll be fifty two
Where will I be, and what of you?
I'd never met a woman who could keep up with my drinking
But there you were calling the shots like they were numbers
The dusty streets of Nashville witnessed another drunken liaison
You're my Nashville predator, tonight
You took me to a bar, we left out friends
I doubt I'll ever drink that much whiskey again
Then you leant over the bar and planted a kiss
Said: "Baby, are we going back to mine or yours?"
A rundown hotel off Broadway witnessed a drunken liaison
You're my Nashville predator, tonight
I hit the street with a cigarette blazing, I was laughing
You're my Nashville predator, tonight
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Don't Fall Down
03:21
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I could taste the history in the air, when those tribesmen hunted the buffalo
They said down, down, down - down in the hole
Is where you'll find the river that leads to the sea
They said down, down, down - then up at the stars
Is where you'll see the moon and a thousand mysteries
Don't fall down, watch your feet, the sky's a beautiful sea
Don't fall down, stay with me, sweet contentment
Well there's a gaggle of tourists perched on the cliff
And a sinister salamander looks at me
He says: "down, down, down - down in the hole, push them off the cliff
and throw away the key. Down, down, down - now get off my land."
And then he cracked a smile
Don't fall down, watch your feet, the sky's a beautiful sea
Don't fall down, stay with me, sweet contentment
Well if you look over the edge you will see, it's glorious!
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$26 Beer
03:57
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Hello old Las Vegas, how'd ya do?
To tell the truth I wasn't sure about you
So I stood and watched the gamblers win
Thought I might just learn something
So when it came my time to sit down
Got five losses, three draws from eight hands
That's twenty five in bucks to you and me
Plus one to tip the little lady
So I held my $26 beer high, a trophy of another funny night
Hello old Las Vegas, how ya been?
How many fucked up drunks have you seen?
You can chalk me up on your endless list
A billion tourists just come to get pissed
So I held my $26 beer high, a memory of another funny night
We're off to California, the sun and the sea over me
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Lake Tenaya
02:47
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San Francisco
04:00
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Dropped the bags down at the Adante hotel, then we hit the streets
Waltzed up through Union Square, into Chinatown, Grace Cathedral Park
Over to Washington Square, on to North Beach, then we made the wharf
The smell of a million tonnes of barking flesh held the Friscan air
There ain't nothing crooked about you, Lombard Street
San Francisco
Jumped in a taxi cab, asked for 23rd and Mission, please
He said: "I won't take you there, you'll get shot in the ass - try Valencia."
Well we ended up at an Irish bar on Geary Street
Drank with Irish Mick and a Liverpudlian, then we made our escape
Sang songs with a homeless guy, we sang Let's Get It On
San Francisco
Made our way across that famous bridge
To that little town in the hills
Then to Ocean Beach, the Gate's Park
Whilst the windmill watched over us
Then to hippy land, full of junked-up fiends
Seemed like a different place
Then I shared a smoke with the Buster-man
He was quite a find, San Francisco
I've walked the streets that Kozelek's walked
Drank in bars where Eitzel's been drunk
I've stood the ground where Milk stood his
For peace in his heart
San Francisco
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Where is Frasier Crane?
03:58
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The plane looked as if it wanted to crash on the trees below
First stop an Irish bar and everyone sounds Canadian
There we met a little strange girl, she was drunk on red-red wine
She poetry and wanted to blow her own head off
Is this expected behaviour up here?
Then we hit another bar, mirrors on the walls alluded to a packed room
when in fact there were only thirty or so
Met a girl with backwards eyes, her friend was obsessed
with banking, and growing up and up and old
Is that expected behaviour up here?
We found no Eddie Vedder
No Kurt Cobain
No Chris Cornell
And where is Frasier Crane?
No Griffey Jnr.
No hip parade
You gotta stand up on the hotel roof and watch the boats out in the bay
The Sub-Pop shop was long gone
There were no fish flying in the market
A guy sold t-shirts advertising the festival of rain
It runs from the 1st of Jan, til the 31st of December
and that's all year, isn't it?
Is that expected behaviour up here?
We found no Eddie Vedder
No Kurt Cobain
No Chris Cornell
And where is Frasier Crane?
No Griffey Jnr.
No hip parade
You gotta stand up on the hotel roof and watch the boats out in the bay
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Chicago
03:55
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You rained all day, left my t-shirt stained
The ground was grey, and there he stood
He said: "I've got twenty dollars, man, I just need change."
He saw us coming, the clever guy
A Married woman takes her seat at the bar
She says: "What song you want, honey, I'll get it for ya."
So she stole someone's money, gave it to the man
He'd already played that song twice that day
In Chicago, sweet evil Chicago
The wind cuts through, Millennium Park
This ain't no place to be a drunk
At the top of the tower all we saw was mist
and tiny toy cars getting lost
In Chicago, sweet evil Chicago
Well they tell me you can see four states from here
on a good day, but this ain't one
No wonder the Cubs keep on losing
but the place still has a charm
Chicago, sweet evil Chicago
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Fuck 'em
02:22
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Do you remember the days of old?
When nothing could ever get by us
Then the people came with their money
Preservation got kicked out of the bar
And is this how I grow old?
They run boats from either side of the banks
They charge too much - they never get close
When I'm angry they will know
Building casinos won't stem my flow
And is this how I grow old?
And oh he knows, I've three sisters they're close
And oh he knows, the three islands I'll call home
And oh he knows, the tacky crap they sell ain't gold
And oh he knows, I'll still be down here when they're gone
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Last Train
03:45
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I'm on the last train from Buffalo to that big old apple
Going past those little towns, with their European names
And two months goes too quickly
Good things end, I'm living on hope again
I'm on the last train down from Buffalo and the conductor's
got a nasal voice
Now I'm eating in the lunch cart, like in those black and white movies
Good things end, I'm living on hope again
On the last train, the last train out of here
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Goodnight, Little Miss
04:50
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Don't think I want to go home
I'm starting to feel like I was really living a life
But although we've got to rest
We can always pick it up next time
Goodnight, little miss, farewell, see ya next time
You can make a thousand friends
You might never see them again
But it's in these fleeting moments
That you'll feel love, so never-mind
Goodnight, little miss, farewell, see ya next time
And if I only had one choice
I'd watch those golden leaves fall on Broadway
And we'd be back soaking up your wonder
So until next time
Goodnight, little miss, farewell, see ya next time
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Eyes Like The Sky Brighton, UK
Eyes Like The Sky is the music of Brighton based Rob Holt.
Songs and instrumentals that ruminate
on regret, the unstoppable passing of time, and good old romance.
Honest music for the wee small hours.
"Brilliant...follow the sound of the piece into the depths of the sea." Fresh on the Net
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