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Let me sleep
Let me think
Two for one energy drink
Two for one souls to take
True or false stupid game
Fact of fiction halo bleed
Couldn’t give what you need
And the highway goes on
When you’ve lost all hoping
You don’t need another song
When your heart is that broken
Let you know
I don’t give a fuck
Head on collision with every truck
Two for one calamity
Soft shoulder on your knees
Whirling dust for me to hold
Roll a blanked beside the road
And the highway goes on
When you’ve lost all hoping
You don’t need another song
When your heart is that broken
God only knows, what have you done
And the highway goes on
When you’ve lost all hoping
You don’t need another song
When your heart is that broken
God only knows, what have you done
You don’t need another one
Save your last cold token
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2. |
Holding Pattern
03:16
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When I awake
From my hibernate
I’m gonna spit out the rain
And the town that I come from
Your plane’s at the gate
We re-calibrate
Twist back or go straight
Slip back to the calico
When I awake
From this hibernate
I’m gonna open your gate
And burn the land that you stand on
Words come inchoate
As we celebrate
Fortress in sand
Like a wave it comes on
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3. |
Ghost of Love
04:08
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One fine morning the sun ascends
Yellow fog that never lands
Reveal a desolate brief
Heavy blankets off my lids
In red dirt, small heads hid
To woe for ever more
She walked out into the dark
Highways twist but miss the mark
Again, like Mother said
Crooked line of yellow tape
Across our bed but can you fly above
You’re the ghost of love
Drown the tarmac, in tears that fall
Hubs that glimmer and gears that grind the core
Of this the cosmic crawl
Over the shoulder the sun descends
Yellow fog that never lands
To dream, a desolate brief
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4. |
Jesus 2
05:25
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Jesus is not a joke she said
Let’s roll up a smoke then go to bed
On a secret mission
You know I’m a good Christian
Jesus is not a joke she said
At the German Kita children play
At the needle exchange the junkies sway
Lonely sons, lonesome daughters
Little lambs do not stutter
Jesus is not a joke she said
On a secret mission
You’re picking up on my transmission
Jesus is not a joke she said
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