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Pour me another drink, for every late hour spent thinking 'bout what could've been.
Can I get just one little evening where I'm not the captain of a sinking ship.
The highway used to excite me back when I knew that it could lead me home,
now it's just a one way street, away from everyone I know.
The night is catching up with me,
I can't run fast enough.
The road is now too dark to see
and the times are getting rough.
The night is catching up with me,
I've nowhere left to hide.
Baby, baby where could you be?
I've searched far and wide.
Pour me another glass, for every pair of shoes that have been sick of wandering.
I've been thinking: these cards we were dealt could never be a winning hand.
And I swear, one of these days I'm gonna set this whole town on fire,
just to see if burning memories smell as sweet as in my dreams.
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The good life
03:34
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We always said that one day we'd leave for the big city,
and carve our names up in the stars;
You were gonna be bigger than Jesus on the silver screen
and I'd be raising hell with my guitar.
All my heroes battled fortune 'neath these neon lights
and stared it dead in the eyes;
There must be a way out of this hole into those glowing nights
and we could've found it, you and I.
The good life must be somewhere out there waiting!
we've been on a losing streak for so goddamn long,
but we never lost hope.
The good life must be somewhere waiting for us.
All the dreams, my love, that we've ever dreamt
they got buried under other plans.
And all my friends married their high school sweethearts
or packed up and left that place.
And the city wasn't all that it was cracked up to be
at least not without you by my side.
It chewed me up, spit me out and broke my heart
now this guitar is all I've left.
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That summer
05:36
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I get the same restless feelin'
every time I roll back into my hometown:
ever since the railway's been closed,
it's a place for the ghost and the hound.
The factory stands in the darkness
where once it was bristling with light;
the ferris wheel now left to the rust and the night.
Remember how we used to drive?
Somebody cleared the streets out for us.
Coming back home on a Saturday night,
you shouted 'These are the best days of our lives!'
and I just smiled 'cause I knew:
That every heart has to mend,
in the meantime we pretend
she won't burn all the letters you send...
That there's a summer that won't end.
What happened to you Mary?
I always thought you'd find a nice, rich guy.
'Housewife' ain't no job for the
prettiest girl behind the Dixie line.
Billy's pushing daisies, Frank's been drinking
since his wife said 'Don't come back!'
Bobby's hand is full of needle marks,
Charlie's off cheatin' at the racetrack.
Remember how we used to lose?
Somebody always stole the girls from under us.
Coming back home on a Saturday night,
you shouted 'These are the best days of our lives!'
and I just smiled 'cause I knew:
That every heart has to mend,
in the meantime we pretend
she won't burn all the letters you send...
That there's a summer that won't end.
Then it hit me - a city's not the bricks,
not the monuments, nor the kicks
that the broken people I used to call friends
get from bad things nowadays.
It's how I remember everything, it's how I remember all of you;
that summer, those were the best days of our lives.
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Johnny sang the blues
03:50
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'So long, suckers, I'm leaving this joint for good,
the silver moon shining off my Camaro's hood;
You can't stop me now and please don't bother,
Lord knows I've got me nothin' left to lose.'
Whiskey in one hand, a guitar in the other:
yeah, that's how Johnny sang the blues.
'Goodbye girls, you've been kind as kind could be
but the devil's playin' his dirty tricks on me.
I'll miss your kisses, little white lies,
I said my prayers and I paid my dues.'
Laughter in his heart and tears in his eyes:
and that's how Johnny sang the blues.
'So long, suckers, I'm leaving this town for good,
the silver moon shining off my Camaro's hood;
but the night's still young and this round's on me,
the world's ending soon, haven't you heard the news?'
You can't serenade the dawn without good company:
yes, that's how Johnny sang the blues.
Last I heard he was down in Tennessee
that he settled down, but is longing for the sea.
I hope he's doing well, oh bless his soul,
he'll die of love if he don't die of booze;
let him find his peace 'fore he's in the hole,
Yeah, let Johnny sing them blues again.
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The clock struck midnight on the interstate,
as I put my foot down on the gas.
There's a shitload of things on my mind right now,
I need to make something of this mess.
Baby, were we really better off back then
or is back then better off without us?
Can I slip away from these drunken fools
without making a fuss?
Wherever I'm going I feel so slow,
the places I'm bound for must be like the static on the radio.
we count our blessings against the things we lost,
there weren't many blessings at all.
Padre, your words they fell on deaf ears:
our gospel was always rock and roll.
There are nights I will remember forever,
there are days I should soon forget;
honey don't put your faith in me,
I was never the safest bet.
Wherever I'm going I feel so slow,
the places I'm bound for must be like the static on the radio.
Saints of the weary and the beaten,
tonight we raise our glasses to you.
Now that we're older we understand:
there was never much we could do
to save ourselves.
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I've travelled all around this big old world,
I've seen the ocean, seen the desert's night sky,
seen the alleyways where the poets make their stand;
I've seen a thousand sunsets from a thousand boulevards,
but in all my travels I've never seen nothing as sweet as you.
It doesn't really matter who you are in the morning,
makes no difference where you're at first light.
'Cause tommorow it'll be like we had never met,
but it don't matter now, you're mine tonight.
I wish I could remember all the girls I've kissed.
Some were lost at the bottom of that last glass,
some, baby, weren't even worth forgetting,
yeah, some of them left before I could hear their name
and the rest were gone when I laid eyes on your pretty face.
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I left San Francisco as the morning reared its ugly head.
By day I wished upon each passing car, by night on every falling star
That I could put the pedal down on time as I do with this ol' ride
And see you sooner.
I know that I'm just passing through,
But if you don't mind I'll stay here for a while, safe in your arms, because...
Here the ghosts can't touch me,
Here the years can't leave their mark.
Here I'm the man that I could be,
Here it never gets dark.
Here I want for nothing,
Here the summer lingers longer.
Here I'm at peace at last,
Here where my love grows stronger.
I drove into Chicago as the sunset flashed red and blue.
My stomach in knots now that I know, soon I am gonna kiss you.
The pendant you gave me wrapped around my fingers like a rosary,
I only ever prayed to you.
I know that it can only last so long,
But if you don't mind I'll stay here for the night, safe in your arms, because...
Here the ghosts can't touch me,
Here the years can't leave their mark.
Here I'm the man that I could be,
Here it never gets dark.
Here I want for nothing,
Here the summer lingers longer.
Here I'm at peace at last,
Here where my love grows stronger.
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Elephant and the Moon Zagreb, Croatia
Petar Vranić is a musician from Zagreb, Croatia, playing sad songs for dirty lovers.
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