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Blind Love in Vain
06:01
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From here to there far from somewhere in between,
The mask you wear is the middle of nowhere in bleeding dreams.
Heart’s in a box, and your soul on your sleeve,
To feed the tries and the cries to realize what they really mean.
I’ve called the shots with all the have-nots right in the line
To serve the wrongs who belong to another’s mark in time.
What ever happened to the prayers poured forth so dear?
To soothe the burns, from returns in the form of shattered tears.
It’s another cold case of blind love on vain,
Screaming out to the stars to spell your lovers name,
Come hell high water that honey she’s on your mind.
You swear she cares to be there come time.
Clinging to the shame of a dead end woman’s name,
The angel choice and the hard knit voice explodes powdered shame,
You eat your heart and then you start the rage to be tamed,
To scribe the verse designed to curse the jealous blood in your veins.
The cards that are played are relayed in loaded dice
The wish is enriched with a vision bloomed twice
I hate in him what I love in you
My pride is designed to hide what is real what I won’t believe is true.
Its another cold case if blind love in vain,
Screaming out to the stars to spell your lover’s name,
Come hell high water that honey’s she on your mind,
And you swear that she cares to be there come time.
Sacred faith in the name that bears fruit on the vine
The cold rebuff’s still good enough to cast before swine.
Wretched wailing desire rips through that hole in your soul.
For its better to moan and be alone, than live together being someone else.
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Moneymen mayhem the inns are full in Bethlehem, top ten to them pick to please the minutemen, don't let regret stop to learn the two step, all set place bets on the glory you'll get. No hell to tell I'm in love with Kristen Bell, so swell feel well coming out of my shell, new pride to light ponder preacher's pot plight, life aint much without a giant appetite.
So sing us the borrowed tunes, the one's everyone knows the words to, as they pimp it at the price that's just right for you- the bye bye middle class blues.
Kick ass middle class 20 for a movie pass, over priced sufficed raped by the price of gas. No care health care too much to share, I swear beware no one said life was fair. Play Thor so bored what's one more war, eye sores galore drill off my shore, swallow swords eat words use pens no more, they've heard before the troubadour folklore.
That sings us the borrowed tunes, the ones everyone knows the words to. As they pimp it at the price just right for you the bye bye middle class blues.
Not long so wrong no collective bargain, big thanks O.H. glad you could negotiate, Wisconsin obscondin' with my pension fund, with thee I'm fond damn the worker's union. Black crown shut down the government downtown, excpect no check the bills we'll still collect. No go furlough makes them forego fun to fund congress cause boy that's essential.
To sing us the borrowed tunes, the ones everyone knows the words to, as they pimp it at the price just right for you the bye bye middle class blues.
Get bent dough spent raise the rent 10 percent, bad clues to use working man you lose. Two jobs boss slobs, serve nobs nonstop decree degree useless you'll see.
To sing us the borrowed tunes, the ones everyone knows the words to, as they pimp it at the price just right for you, the bye bye middle class blues.
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Dead and Lonely
03:40
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Texarkana Mexicana silver sin city eyes,
grant all my Canadian dreams with your silent stoic pride
left behind alone again everything that’s wrong sometimes is right
but still my heart is broken tonight.
It’s a dead and lonely ride home,
Destination one more night alone,
Save me a place in your heart where you keep your love,
And think of me when you have the time.
Feathered friends around the bend gypsy smiles that have no end,
Forged in fired of angel’s choirs and the art of your soul you let me in.
The interstate keeps our fate on call alive and makes me wait
To see your eyes grow bright from the rising sun.
For now it’s a dead and lonely ride home
Destination one more night alone,
Save me a place in your heart where you keep your love
And please think of me when you have the time.
Holy roads set fire by the super moon that reflects my desire
To have you know we're seeing the same stars light,
So share a prayer and a tear with me tonight.
Flirting hard with habits scarred that I never would want to break,
Bound northwest to your empty nest, in your heart I will invest,
The love to give and time to take together in our minds we’ll rest,
‘Till our distance apart grows short as the time,
For now it’s a dead and lonely ride home,
Destination one more night alone,
Save me a place in your heart where you keep your love
And please think of me when you have the time.
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Gypsy Jewel
04:35
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Gypsy jewel girl singer in a band.
Spitting fire howling wolf at your command.
Rolling eyes in her diamond dusky glow
Can I taste your smoky notes?
Breathe your soul into my breaking brain,
Can your radiance at all be tamed?
Rendering useless time's age and whispers of war,
The future here must have happened before.
Raven nymph you cast your spell upon me
Your velvet shell keeps me always at sea
Ink soaked skin posts the barb wire dream
Have your lips touched the wicked west streams?
The broken troubadour quakes and cries,
Writing poems to your endless Asian eyes.
Keep steady for your cup I will fill,
For my heart holds the rage of love that will spill.
Gypsy jewel girl woman of my dreams
Tell me what your cream skin riddle means
Your sleep has said that I was the one to be
But am I worth exactly what you see?
Breathe your soul into my breaking brain
Can your radiance at all be tamed?
Your mindless memory still has kept score
The future here must have happened before.
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Dear Dayton, OH
05:16
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Backwood boys with their cistern toys reflect the clouds of childhood joys 'cause there's no such thing as a forest there anymore. The Salem saints have been defaced and the Seibenthaler hawks have been erased 'cause progress means leaving them all behind. Take your caddy to the boarded eye of old 130 Marson Drive the body's there but the soul left long ago. Linger do the ghosts of Frigidaire, suffered same fate as the Mead book squares and the engineer says: kid you got a lot to learn about being an American.
Rust in peace Daytontown, rust in peace Daytontown someday to you the debts will be repaid. Rust in peace Daytontown rust in peace Daytontown from the ashes will your glory be reclaimed.
North Riverdale freezes in the ice stained night and crumbles to the ground does Colonel White 'cause they aint been born no rich man's son. Main Street Highway 48 rots and slides into decay as violence knocks hard on poverty's door. Claim to fame to the birth of flight all hail the protection of Patterson-Wright and whats all wrong plaese soon make right. Student Flyers give life to town as do the spawn of E.J. Brown but they're getting harder and harder to spot these days.
So rust in peace Daytontown rust in peace Daytontown someday to you the debts will be repaid. Rust in peace Daytontown rust in peace Daytontown from the ashes will your glory be reclaimed.
Oh the fat rich ones will save the dough at the expense of the poor who will die slow at the hand of the good old American way. While the Wall Street pimps will slap the grins off the Main Street whores who reap the sins of the drop in price that makes it easier to sell your soul. By depression you mean its the little man's problem.
Good Old Sam will keep the corpse of Main Hardware's once strong force that helped them build what they now destroy. Man at odds with forgotten jobs and the promise once held by the high end slobs who say: that trickle down will take effect soon enough. Miami Valley will keep its tally on the rust belt slaves who soon will rally to occupy what has been taken from them. Daytontown riches to rags be killed to take no part of heaven and no part of hell just to sleep and dream when everything went well.
So rust in peace Daytontown rust in peace Daytontown someday to you the debts will be repaid. Rust in peace Daytontown rust in peace Daytontown from the ashes will your glory be reclaimed.
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My Old Record Store
06:56
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Once upon a time when life was young and the art of communication, came in the form of poetry dancing to tunes of innovation. Flawless licks and priceless pics made up a square of revolution. Hidden inside are stories to find that give birth to stories of their own.
On 52nd Street along a Cold Spring Harbor, an LA Woman played in a bowl of Hollywood Strange Days. Pieces of You were found in the days of August and Everything After inside my old record store.
Worn torn walls muralled bathroom stalls, platinum vinyl trophies in a case. Letters written from those smitten to any recognizable face. Dust and dinge give a personal tinge to a mess thats just not messy at, to all serve as a sanctuary where the dead can live on.
Face The Music Against The Wind Sticky Fingers on a Velvet Revolver. Cat's Fever Scratch left Blood on the Tracks of Goodman's City of New Orleans. Dagon's Magic Puff Thunderbirds Tuff Enuff Eight Ball Blues sink the corner pocket inside my old record store.
Nicotine stick and the rotted brick house vagrants of creative mind. purple faced rants and smoke pot plants numbing colors of psychedelic kind. Volumes of books now you have to look up exactly who sang that rhyme. Against time they've never been left behind.
Breaking Bread After the Gold Rush to curb an Appetite for Destruction. Big Momma's Dog Hound made Pet Sounds to woo the Ladies of the Canyon. Phish stuck in Undertow down Young's Bridges Road that left me Running on Empty toward my old record store.
Phone behavior curt no feelings hurt our discounts are in the prices. They're back in town but they cause a frown 'cause they're a mockery of themselves. 33 LP tape to CD VHS to DVD Rays of blu's singing the now obsolete blues.
Imagine no wars to a blind man's score jammin' Dreams Over the Rainbow. Stuck in Traffic's Winwood, I Feel Good only Live at the Apollo. Hills of Fools Within Without You and I bet you can't Guess Who inside my old record store.
Neon lights gentrification flights and a rich man at the door. Internet tricks and they're purchased quick give me what I want right now. People stand wine glass in hand skirts and suits and posh galore, inside my old record store.
Call the Police the Blind Man's Zoo is On the Road Again. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road The Crickets no show'd indeed the Times They Are A' Changin'. One of These Nights, the Nighthawks at the Diner will sing no more inside my old record store.
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Odd Ball Blues
04:45
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He was born on the wrong side of the century, too nice for his own good, believing wholly in half truths and meaner to himself than he should. He's got a razor sense of perception and the ladies become undone, but he's the laughing stock of their dreams it'd be nice to be special to someone. The prayers have failed the coffin's nailed, he did it all right and still got it wrong, and the preacher says Hallelujah, pass me another round.
Now he's chasing a dream that can't come true but it's all that he knows how to do, he's got all the right ingredients but still coughs up the odd ball blues. There's hipsters on South Broadway tonight they're all searching for their names, they're all trying to look different but in doing so they all look the same. Today's fads are tomorrow's jokes and he knows them all so well, and the scouts want you to be original, just like everyone else.
I've paid for my free ticket to, the odd ball blues.
In the land of conditional love justice isn't something to be seen, but you can count on no difference between joy's and pain's screams. Rejection pays down double, downtown's filled with beautiful couples, and he hates them with a passion, 'cause they're taking up all the action. The studs in the bar are sucking down hate over fear, and the club rat slut says, 'who do I have to screw to get a drink around here?'
He worships the ground she walks on, and she kind of recalls his name, given to her as something to house both of their exotic pain. He's better off without her, but he feels better with her, swinging to the sounds of tension, that no one dares mention. Is it better to be lonely or be alone, the answer is in her eyes, as she claims to be happy and busy with a confidence that just screams lies.
She's paid for her free ticket to, the odd ball blues.
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Jeffrey Dallet Denver, Colorado
From Denver, Colorado, Jeffrey Dallet combines rock with lyrically driven folk music. Dallet has won awards for his songwriting, winning an Akedamia best folk song award for his song "Gypsy Jewel" Dallet's experiences have all contributed to his unique style of songwriting which blends storytelling, social commentary, and lost love. ... more
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