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Dogeared
05:36
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Dogeared and worn out and beat down and hollow
Sunburned and stove in he walks by and won’t cast a shadow
She stumbles and staggers out into the daylight
She’s crossing back over the bridges she burned in the last life
Quarters and dimes at the gas station counter
Buy one more corona to nurse through the night in the ditches
And she bolts throught the briars and the brambles and the thickets and her hearts pounding wild it’s an animal got flushed by a brushfire
Pear blossoms snow down and drift by the fences
And bury the place where all of the pain and the hurt is
A dude in a wheelchair floats a wheelie on the sidewalk
As he waits for the bus with the patience of a saint he’s got forever
As you slip off the cornice and you trip down to the ground you hold their faces in your mind calm and gentle like you held them all as newborns
Her father he died before she can remember
Of course she still misses the things that she wishes he’d told her
Pear blossoms snow down and drift by the fences
And bury the place where all of the pain and the hurt is
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I am a Cinematographer
02:04
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I am a cinematographer (4x)
And I walked away from New York City
And I walked away from everything that’s good
And I walked away from everything I lean on
Only to find it’s made of wood, made of wood
And I was a big old bear once (4x)
And I walked away from California
And I walked away from everything that shone
And I walked away from everything I live for
Only to find that everything had grown, everything had grown
Now I am a cinematographer (4x)
If you were alone
You could walk away from Louisville
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Road to Ruin
05:00
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I had my minute or two of grace before I lost it
You got your bootstraps and got plenty of pills
I had my minute or two of grace before I lost it
You keep saying it’s all a matter of will
I had my minute or two of grace before I lost it
ya youThink you’re smarter than anyone
I had my minute or two of grace before I lost it
The oracle says it’s almost now still
I had my minute or two of grace
I used to think I knew what I was doing
I was driving myself down the road to ruin
What out there could make it hot in here
Take the wheel just a minute I can't see to steer
Barking mad and raised by wolves
you think you’re so slick you’re just a bunch of shills
If I went to Sweden
If I went to hell
And if made it back alive
I'd have some stories to tell
You could go to New Orleans
You could go to France
You could pass through Houston baby
And maybe give me a chance
I used to think I knew what I was doing
I was driving myself down the road to ruin
I had my minute or two of grace
I used to think I knew what I was doing
I was driving myself down the road to ruin
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Fold Me Up
04:41
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Here’s your long last road boy
there’s no more work here for you now
try to hold on to the ties the bind
reel the line out look for signs
alone by yourself alone
running hot flying high
being alone by yourself alone
a silhouette against the sky
johnny jumpup says no way no how
killing rocks and breaking time
they say but i’m not know who they is
tasty goody’s next in line
so fold me up let just a little out
jump around and shout for joy
they say but I’m not know who they is
one day you know without at doubt
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KING ROPES Bozeman, montana
When Dave Hollier spins records at a party, he plays stuff that’s all over the map. The Meters, The Knife, Boston, Bowie, Buck Owens. It could go very wrong. But it doesn’t. Finding the thread that leads from The Cars to The Beastie Boys to Van Halen to Prayers, he tells a long, beautiful, cross-cultural, multi-generational story. Hollier’s band King Ropes is doing much the same thing. ... more
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