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Placebo Sun
03:22
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I've been searching for a brand new feel
It's hard to keep it between the lines with your teeth on the wheel
Skipping stones when we said goodbye
Still see the quiver in your lips in the morning light
Guess the highway is calling there's no coming back
Blue on the horizon, but the road top's black
Placebo sun, flashes in your eyes
Not quite done, lightning don't strike twice
No it don't strike twice
The wind hits heavy when the night gets dark
You left me wishing on stars running down on luck
Never seen a mountain that I could not climb
Followed every river never once went dry
Placebo sun, flashes in your eyes
Not quite done, lightning don't strike twice
No it don't strike twice,
No it don't strike twice,
Lightning don't strike twice
Placebo sun, flashes in your eyes
Not quite done, lightning don't strike twice
No it don't strike twice,
No it don't strike twice,
Lightning don't strike twice
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Prayer & Gasoline
04:08
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Been staying up past midnight trying to out last the moon
Dancing through that haze again called the fog of me and you
I wrote it all down in a story, but ain’t no story i’m gonna keep
So I fed it to the fire with a little prayer and gasoline
It’s the small thoughts that grip me they burn wild in my mind
It’s the little town I run to, when I’m falling quick behind
It’s your half truths that haunt me, but your lies are what I need
To keep this fire burning with a little prayer and gasoline
I hold your secrets with me when love ain’t trading much
Tried to bargain for your beauty, when I was stumbling through the mud
There’s a letter I meant to send you, but instead I set it free
I threw it on the fire with a little prayer and gasoline
I hear the bells of December, cracked skin and frozen lips
I’ve been shaking at the edges and shivering in the wind
I got my hands up to the fire as I drift off to a dream
Just another branch burning with a little prayer and gasoline
I hold your secrets with me when love ain’t trading much
I once bargained for your beauty when I was stumbling through the mud
There’s a letter I meant to send you, but instead I set it free
I threw it on the fire with a little prayer and gasoline
I threw it on the fire with a little prayer and gasoline
I threw it on the fire with a little prayer and gasoline
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Truck kicking up, dirty blonde air, bands on the run
Eyes and eyes, floors and floors, just a little touch of your love
Boxes and boxes of clothes you don’t wear, it doesn’t really count for much
Sweet & Low stashed in her bag, Franny you’re the lucky one
Don’t ask for me baby
Everything’s been looking up
Even if you never try
Everything’s been looking up
Stumbling under, tripping up, pull over at the city line
Frames and frames they’ll shoot you down, faces never lie
Ear to the window, open field, Franny just up and cries
Is she crying for you? Is she calling for me? I never stopped to ask her why
Don’t ask for me baby
Everything’s been looking up
Even if you never try
Everything’s been looking up
Weak in the knees
Ohhh… what do you need?
Does it please?
Don’t ask for me baby
Everything’s been looking up
Even if you never try
Everything’s been looking up
Don’t ask for me baby
Don’t ask for me baby
Don’t ask for me baby
Everything’s been looking up
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4. |
Red River
02:54
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Her love song laced with heartache feels like drowning in a dream
Ain’t been lied to with such pretty words since Nashville Tennessee
She picks me up along Red River takes me down to Second Street
Give the people what they paid for, give the dancefloor what it needs
Just take me down, tide me over
Help me forget, help me remember
Her one bedroom apartment is filled with echoes of abuse
Her needle doesn’t fall on flesh, it falls on vinyl grooves
Outside a bottle’s being broken, cut the throat of a 12 bar blues
A hoard of lonely city kids in vintage cowboy boots
Just take me down, tide me over
Help me forget, help me remember
Take me down
Take me down, tide me over
Help me forget, help me remember
Take me down
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Black coffee and three cigarettes
I hope you can walk this one off
Fresh denim and that lucky flannel
It’s hard living by the tip of your thumb
Tuned into the static of the Portland station
voice steady as a train
Head West through the mountains to the Mississippi River
Keep on running from that North West rain
I can hear you singing, but you just want to dance
Lured by the hum of the steel and the winds of change
Stick to the backroads avoid the interstate
Always fond of traveling light
Don’t need my guitar, I’m not afraid anymore
My dreams are all in black and white
I can hear you singing, but you just want to dance
Lured by the hum of the steel and the winds of change
This time it’s for real, been down this road before
Keep on cresting that hill, try not to sleep on the floor
Postcard from Reno says: “Omaha is next,
This time it’s going to work itself out,
But god damn the weather and that dirty red bandana
It’s hard living by the tip of your tongue.”
I can hear you singing, but you just want to dance
Lured by the hum of the steel and the winds of change
This time it’s for real, been down this road before
Keep on cresting that hill, try not to sleep on the floor
This time it’s for real, feel the winds of change
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6. |
Summertime Breeze
02:52
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The wind has come now summer’s gone, she ran out the open gate
As the leaves turned from green to gold it started making sense
Those august nights stretched on and on, the crickets never skipped a beat
But we can’t go back to Louisiana and all those childish things
Lost your trail outside of town, thought I was ready for the chase
Give me one more night underneath those skies
And that sweet summertime breeze
Summers gone and the days grow short, I’ve been listening to the wind
Sing me one more song, play it soft, whisper it in my ear
Lost your trail outside of town thought I was ready for the chase
Give me one more night underneath those skies
And that sweet summertime breeze
Leaves covering the ground, memories falling down
Seasons change
Lost your trail outside of town, thought I was ready for the chase
Give me one more night underneath those skies
And that sweet summertime
One more night underneath those skies
One more night underneath those skies
Give one more night underneath those skies
And that sweet summertime breeze
Sweet summertime, sweet summertime,
sweet summertime, sweet summertime,
sweet summertime, sweet summertime,
sweet summertime breeze
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7. |
Warm Tears & Honey
02:42
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It was easy at first, warm tears and honey
I don’t deserve the way that you love me
You’re acting so sincere, saying it will all work out
Tapping into my fears, pulling the words right out of my mouth
Love is a curse, you're holding above me
There’s times when it hurts, there’s times it’s lovely
You’re acting so sincere, saying it will all work out
Tapping into my fears, pulling the words right out of my mouth
I’m getting mean, splitting at the seams, feel the words rolling out
Out on the run, under the gun, I hear you reloading now
You’re acting so sincere, saying it will all work out
Tapping into my fears, pulling the words right out of my mouth
I’m getting mean, splitting at the seams, feel the words rolling out
Out on the run, under the gun, I hear you reloading now
Walls closing in, real or pretend, you won’t let me out
Grabbing a hold, bring me back to the fold of your satin sheets right now
It was easy at first, warm tears and honey
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8. |
Footsteps
04:43
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Follow my footsteps, gonna lead with my left
Leave your drink on the table, lay down your regrets
Not asking or pleading, just tired and needing
You close beside me, my hand on your hip
So let me down easy, baby don’t try so hard
Been working on leading, but I’m stubborn and proud
Got caught in your halo, twisted and tangled
I wish it was simple as spinning you around
The drums rise and fall and the band carries on
Whisper of boot soles on an old hardwood floor
Drenched in the neon, high on believing
You close beside me, your breath on my neck
So let me down easy, baby don’t try so hard
Been working on leading, but I’m stubborn and proud
Got caught in your halo, curled and mangled
I wish it was simple as spinning you around
So let me down easy, baby don’t try so hard
Been working on leaving, but I’m stubborn and proud
Got caught in your halo, curled and mangled
I wish it was simple as spinning you around
Simple
Wish it was simple as spinning you around
Simple
I wish it was simple
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9. |
Working All Night
03:45
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I remember your love like a flowery cross, hearts on the table, another letter got lost
Forget the future, pull that cigarette, pictures in my mind of the first time we met
Been looking for danger, working all night, hitting the bottle, feeling alright
Counting the cards, seems the deck has been stacked, knowing my luck you won’t be back
But maybe, maybe, maybe it's wrong
Everything changes when you're singing along
Roadside flowers brighten the scene
Windows open, but nothing’s what it seems
Floating the river while the teenagers kiss, forgotten names, tear up the list
Sun is shining on a long lost day, bodies twisted reclined in the shade
Colors turn against a blue sky, blurry lines of yesterday and tonight
Circle the sun, gotta bring the news, get out of bed, put on your shoes
But maybe, maybe, maybe it's wrong
Everything changes when I’m singing along
Roadside flowers brighten the scene
Windows open, but nothing’s what it seems
Baby, baby, been working all night, baby, baby, been working all night
Baby, baby, been working all night, baby, baby, been working all night
Tired of hiding, let it go
Pull the blinds, just so we know
Love’s a stranger until it’s received
I searched and wondered until I believed
But maybe, maybe, maybe it's wrong
Everything changes when I’m singing along
Roadside flowers brighten the scene
Windows open, but nothing’s what it seems
Baby, baby, been working all night, baby, baby, been working all night
Baby, baby, been working all night, baby, baby, been working all night
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10. |
Seasons Change
02:45
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Pack your bags and count your losses
The sinking sun's playing tricks on you
Shadows stretch like lazy promises
You can't see much with a crooked view
So pick up your heart and dust off your jeans
You know you can't win them all, it's never what it seems
You read the writing on the wall, ignored what it means
You feel the seasons change
Tired cheeks and a weary grin
Kick off your shoes and stay with me a while
No more excuses or apologies
Your feet are tired from a country mile
So pick up your heart and dust off your jeans
You know you can't win them all, it's never what it seems
You read the writing on the wall, ignored what it means
You feel the seasons change again
Feel the seasons change
So pick up your heart and dust off your jeans
You know you can't win them all, it's never what it seems
You read the writing on the wall, ignored what it means
You feel the seasons change again
The seasons change
The seasons change again
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The Lonesome Heroes Austin, Texas
Austin’s Lonesome Heroes reside at the cosmic junction of indie rock and country. Led by frontman Rich Russell’s never- ending call of the road, the group have toured extensively behind two acclaimed albums across continents on both sides of the world, while never straying too far from their “Cosmic Americana” roots. ... more
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