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What can we say about today
That hasn’t already been said ‘bout yesterday
They say that every movement will have its time
But it feels having a moment has become a crime
And as my friends shoot up in alleyways
To get a fix in before some shooter blows ‘em away
That’s when I start to sing the blues to cigarettes
As I try to live my life without regrets
Just when you thought you’d turned around
In comes another nervous breakdown
My never resting heart skips a beat
Pouring one out for the man gunned down in the street
And for the man living in the park
I try to help out before it gets too dark And every
injustice of the past Comes round every 20
years like a nuclear blast All I can do is
hand out my cigarettes As I try to live my
life with no regrets
Just when you thought you’d turned around
In comes another nervous breakdown
And I’ve given up thinking I could make a change
Make a difference in the world, or rearrange
Anything besides the bottles up on the shelf
That give me shelter when I’m all by myself
And when the ozone is collapsing
Why should I bother trying to do anything
But sit around and sing the blues to cigarettes
Just trying to live my life with no regrets
Just when you thought you’d turned around
Here comes another nervous
It’s just another nervous
Here comes another nervous breakdown
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Nostalgia N More
02:02
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There’s a shack on the side of the road in Unincorporated, Pennsyltucky
Go there for a consolation prize
If you never got lucky
They’ve got repairmen tinkering away on broken American Dreams
And it’s everything it seems
The GOP Branch next door sold lies and propositions
Sign in the window says “VACANCY” they couldn’t beat the competition
You can buy a poster of Washington
Posing like Bruce Springsteen
Don’t think too much about what that means
The ghosts come by from the graveyard of hopes and aspirations
Buy some chachkies just for remembering how they almost changed the nation
They sell some old Tom Petty records if you’ve got a dime
Or play em in the store if all you’ve got is time
There’s a shack on the side of the road just across the Grand Social Canyon
Met a guy who remembered when they gunned down the last true blue American
No one paid his bail when he went to jail making the home of the brave free
He hopes this life’s nicer to me
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Methoxetamine Blues
02:14
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As we walk through the night
And our terrors take flight
You give me a contact high
With a spring in your step
And death on my breath
You've still got those crazy eyes
I cherish every word
Off these dime store used records
And paraphrase them all to you
We talk about the shows
That stare into our souls
And make believe those dreams would come true
We bitch about our days
And the spiteful judging gaze
We feel coming down from the sky
And the band plays a song
Bout a life gone wrong
And lotsa things we oughta try
Strolling home in the dark
Tryna avoid that one park
Where that one night we almost died
Remember how when I got home
And mom thought Id been alone
She just shook her head and gently sighed
[Instrumental]
Well I lost a year to drinking
And I lost my soul to thinking
I've learned to love the misery
I miss when death was just a joke
That you made between the tokes
I'm still hanging with the you you used to be"
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Dying Cowgirl's Lament
02:44
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So tell me mister dealer whatchya peddling today
Will it rev me up or knock me out or take my pain away?
Can it kill me if I use it wrong and go out in a blaze
Like I wish I had done years ago still in my glory days
My best days aint behind me but my worst are yet to come
Ive got an early check in date at the moratorium
After 80 years on the planet all packed into 34
Im sick of hanging round this dive I dont belong here anymore
So tell me mister dealer whatchya peddling today
Will it rev me up or knock me out or take my pain away?
Can it kill me if I use it wrong and go out in a blaze
Like I wish I had done years ago still in my glory days
On the drive to Missoula I sit and wonder who I'd be
If Id never plucked a chord and tied my fate to misery
I'm a fire and rhinestone preacher and I'm sick of hanging on
Can't hold down a day job can't make my living in a song
Just book me in a dive bar in the deepest pits of hell
Cause maybe cardinal sin will finally get my tickets to sell
Maybe I'll get signed and finally have a record in the can
If I chat with Satan trying to take out the middleman
So tell me mister dealer whatchya peddling today
Will it rev me up or knock me out or take my pain away?
Can it kill me if I use it wrong and go out in a blaze
Like I wish I had done years ago still in my glory days
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Racing in the Street
04:35
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Interlude
01:20
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American Spirit Blues
02:19
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Sittin on the back porch lightin' up a smoke
Tryin' not to think about my impending stroke
'bout how life's beat me up how life's been unkind
How much I hate my body and how much I hate my mind
And if I just keep smoking
All these cigarettes
Someday I’ll stop thinking about
What I smoke to forget
I ain't got much going for me only got my life to lose
And I'm losing it awful quick with these American Spirit blues
I was raised by a pack of junkies in a fresh prefab crackhouse
And my mama said I was born with a Marlborough in my mouth
And if I just keep smoking
All these cigarettes
Someday I’ll stop thinking about
What I smoke to forget
[solo]
Smoking like the exhaust of a car that’s lost its breaks
Trying to hide me from myself and all of my mistakes
And if I just keep smoking
All these cigarettes
Someday I’ll stop thinking about
What I smoke to forget
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The Duchess Elizabeth von Teig Boston, Massachusetts
I write songs about smoking too much, wishing you were somewhere else, and/or wishing you'd done more drugs.
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