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Montgomery
04:17
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Montgomery
by Alaska Gold Rush
I eat those streets where lightings weep
They never forget they never cease
Squealing and pushing my head as a pillow
Reaching heaven behind some willows
Loss echoes for the last time
And crushes there on your right
A wish ago bodies were no more
I press pretty close this .44
Am I going somewhere
If yes where
Try to picture rockets
Sent up through air and heads
Ain't it a good day for a one-way ride
The van's empty with our speechless nights
Breeze streching my words, your eyelids
Towns standing for minutes
I wanna kill time in a pale blue car
I wanna drive straight to this empty star
I'll never get out
I'll never get out of this world alive
Am I going somewhere
If yes where
Filled my shoes with come alongs
Spend my bucks in jukebox songs
Can't find no way to get along
But I can try this way, just like this
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2. |
Violent Streets
02:37
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Violent Streets
by Alaska Gold Rush
Oh come on you know this town ain't never gonna be the same again
But the sun still rises at five and swings its way up through the day
Ain't no love in these violent streets of night
Can't find the moon and the sunshine
I wanna go home with something to say to you
Stories of murder way behind me
Through dead roads and mystic highways
With a legendary heart heavy by the miles
Ain't no love in these violent streets of night
Can't find the moon and the sunshine
Call me tomorrow
I'll be eating memories and creating sorrow
You're welcome if you bring yours
You'll find out why time passes so slowly
Even if we run like mad
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Psychobilly Mad Heavyweight
by Alaska Gold Rush
Time never stops my heart
It burns through the neon squares
It flashes on and off red
And I feel life hurting my chest
And the rhythm hitting like a heavyweight
The ever-chaotic spasms of my body and soul
Against the cage of monotony
Against the tide of eternity
To be everywhere at the same time and nowhere at all
I’m everywhere at the same time and nowhere at all
And the psycho rhythm hitting like a mad heavyweight
The beatings of my feet and heart
Intertwined in a wild delirious union
Get mixed together so much
That I can not single out one from the other
I can not single out one from the other
And the psycho rhythm hitting like a mad heavyweight
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4. |
Big Cities
04:05
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Big Cities
by Alaska Gold Rush
Take me to the train station I’m leaving
I ain’t got a dime
To pay rent on time
Up north they’re better wagers
I know it’s written on the papers
Here lynching mobs running after me
Don’t wanna go to their necktie party
For nothing in here
I’ll get something in there
People say they treat you fair
Take me to the train station I’m leaving
I don’t want us to live in trailers
Or falling-apart grain elevators
It’s the old american dream
To follow the stream
Our kids don’t ever play no more
Our smiles are sore
To make the story short
I hope it won’t be long
Before I’ll be back home
Big cities see shadows rise
Take me to the train station I’m leaving
Here the buzzing sounds of cars
Haven’t fed me much food so far
I think about the folks I miss
About you and the kids
And the river that flows
But I’m where money grows
I’ll try to send you some soon
I picture you in your white dress
After all, it’s sunday afternoon
Big cities see shadows rise
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5. |
Dirty Road
02:40
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Dirty Road
by Alaska Gold Rush
Tomorrow dies with the morning
I’m the wrong man listening to the last train leaving
Got this old red sun whipping me
I’m in Parchman Farm, I may never go free again
I can’t go down by myself this dirty road
Good morning captain, good morning sun
I hear the water flow but I can’t get none
So go bring me my shotgun
I can’t go down by myself this dirty road
So lonesome in the city
Gonna take my chance in them hilly countries
I don’t know what time of the day
But those silent bells threw their watch away
Chilly wind blew high now it flies low
I just can’t go down by myself this dirty road
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6. |
Lincoln County War
03:51
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Lincoln County War
by Alaska Gold Rush
They call me Billy the Kid
They don’t know where I’m hid
But the path is clear now only coyotes around
Bounty hunters try to hang me high
But there’s no rope
No tree high enough to make me die
Never felt as lonesome as in Missouri
But Lincoln County War is not about me
Riders getting close
Stormy bullets in the sky
Judge Colt and his jury of six is a friend mine
Gamblers for a deck of cards
I killed hundreds so they said
Never drunk no liquor but killing sure I did
Never been lonesome in the plains I see
But Lincoln County War won’t end without me
Silver threads among the gold
I’ll find peace along the way
As tumbling tumbleweeds lead me to the county jail
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7. |
Since 29
04:27
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Since 29
by Alaska Gold Rush
Years together won't be forever
The first words become the last
The jaw's stuck and the tongue gets dry
Long time since 29
Do they make you feel lonely the old days
Pictures sound phony but ring a bell
I'd rather see us singing & walking by
Long time since 29
Years together won't last forever
The first words soon become the last
Your jaw's stuck and your tongue gets dry
Long long time since 29
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8. |
Birds & Freight Trains
05:06
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Birds & Freight Trains
by Alaska Gold Rush
I feel the ocean breeze, the smell of broken cars
Lonesome promises held in Chickasaw Park
The path I’m following leads me to why I’ve been here
A second to burn, a life to heal
The streets were filled with soldiers and sunday walks
We were young and free and longing for midnight talks
I grabbed your hand and wished you’d never be leaving
Who knows when it was, in 44 or something
You went back to the battlefield, to pain and blood
For all I know winter was cold then and you hit the rough
Back home time was fair to you with friends all around
That’s when the tree fell down on you in a roaring sound
I've been living out there
Among the wheat plains
Nothing ever stops in here no more
But birds and freight trains
I wrote letters by the millions to address unknown
Maybe I should have written words on them, a word’s like home
I changed my mind at least 85 times
I know where I’m bound but I’m doing alright
The Indian arrow heads I treasure show me where I come from
The 33’s keep singing those lovely songs
I wonder if you’d ever remember my name
And I’ll never get back to Louisville again
There stand the years between now and then
You’re still young somewhere as my hair turns grey and
No children will ever dance around me
At least not mine, at least I’m free
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9. |
Silhouettes
04:22
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Silhouettes
by Alaska Gold Rush
Back to the memories of old towns and visions
Did the Pecos Valley take me away
From the misted rivershores of my mind
Hangin' on and on with nowhere to go
Deserted pastures of my heart
Painted forests on the other side
Lookin' down low
Among those silhouettes
Can't find no place no more
Among those silhouettes
Can't even say where you're at
Back to the memories of ghost towns and visions
Was it Santa Fe that blew me away
From the lonesome corners of my head
New Mexico silent borders ahead
They're moving westward too
The red sandy sun burning inside out
Flees the morning by the county line
Somewhere to start anew
Among those silhouettes
Can't find no place no more
Among those silhouettes
Can't even say where you're at
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10. |
MacDougal
03:50
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MacDougal
by Alaska Gold Rush
Them saxophones blowing from Dixieland
Red light morning sounds like a big ol' band
My lonely days are over
Drums like churchbells rain on the rooftops
Theaters and city halls, tramways be-bop
My lonely days are gone
Before I turn lazy I still wanna hear about John Henry
Before the sun disappears I still wanna hear about ol' Stack-O-Lee
The banjo boy is looking for a place to shine
Shoes for a nickel, two songs for a dime
My lonely days are over
Coffeehouses closing now, poets step aside
They leave by the corner on the avenues get a ride
My lonely days are gone
Before I turn lazy I still wanna hear about John Henry
Before the sun disappears I still wanna hear about ol' Stack-O-Lee
The Mayor's still hangin' out on McDougal Street
Like a ghost of some kind I can hear him in my sleep
My lonely days are over
My lonely days are gone
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11. |
Dead City Morning Sun
04:57
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Dead City Morning Sun
by Alaska Gold Rush
Oh these streets are dead
They look like a symphony
As I'm trying not to forget
Where I am and who I've been
For the shadows get closer and closer
They're marching from the grave to the city
The sun heals better when it shines heavy
Dead city morning sun
Oh so long I've been waiting, so long you've been gone
The color in the sky won't bring you back
Still convince me there’re good things I've done
Everyone borrows someone's music
Everyone steals someone's heart
The past ringing mighty clear and electric
And the way back home is hard
Dead city morning sun
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12. |
Gallows Birds II
04:10
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Gallows Birds II
by Alaska Gold Rush
Sunday morning when the sun was shin’
Don't know if I'm dead or alive
Outlaw hidden behind the tracks
Bad luck my best friend's on my back
Yesterday is a far-away lie
Lost my darling, baby down the line
Outlaw hidden behind the tracks
Bad luck my best friend's on my back
Down the river there's nothing left to lose
Ain't seen nothing darker
Than a road with no shoes
Nights dragging forever and more
Roaming around nothing for
New trouble, old battles won
When I kissed her she said well done
Down the river there's nothing left to lose
Ain't seen nothing darker
Than a road with no shoes
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