1. |
Pawnshop Dollar Bills
08:07
|
|||
|
Call off the bets
I've lost all confidence
There ain't nothing left
To be holding
Dress like souvenirs
Drink on pawnshop dollar bills
Everything is still
Nothing’s growing
I do retire
I’m burning in a fire
Everything I own
I’m golden
If I had a dream
That would give me anything
It'd be seeing you again
In the morning
|
||||
2. |
Dust
05:02
|
|||
|
First time I saw you
You were sitting on a bench
Pining like a flower
Growing in a ditch
Wheels were set in motion
Losing all control
Making love like diamonds
Making words like gold
There's nothing I could tell you
There's nothing I could say
Really was the sweetest thing
To ever come this way
Last thing I remember
I fell asleep on a bus
Dreamt the world was falling and
Turning into dust
Moonlights all around me
There's nothing left to use
Who will stick around now
Ain't something I can choose
Some stories have no endings
Some things never die
Really was the sweetest thing
To ever pass me by
To ever pass me by
Sometimes I look in the mirror
And I can see your face
Guess there's a piece of you now
Living in this place
Cutting hair in a truck stop sink
Red eyes I can barely think
New name and some cheap wine
I’ll take it anytime
Some stories have no endings
Some things never die
Really was the sweetest thing
To ever pass me by
To ever pass me by
|
||||
3. |
Garden Song
03:35
|
|||
|
I'm going home
To the garden song
Where my heart is buried
In dirt and salt
Left on a whim
With some doe-eyed friends
Midnight Colorado
These old wheels spin
There ain't no bottom
Just how far you can fall
There ain't no bottom
Just how far you can fall
There ain't no ceiling
Just right where you are
There ain't no ceiling
Just right where you are
I'm going home
To the garden song
Where the cold pine whispers
In a frozen dawn
Nothing I've known
Really lasts that long
Time is a steel train
It's here and gone
There ain't no bottom
Just how far you can fall
There ain't no bottom
Just how far you can fall
There ain't no ceiling
Just right where you are
There ain't no ceiling
Just right where you are
|
||||
4. |
Through The Glass
03:39
|
|||
|
You can have me anyway
Anytime on any day
You can make my metal into clay
I don't mind no I'm not phased
Don’t care what people say
Everyone’s got some shit they claim
Standing on your corner
Looking through the glass
Spent all night in the pouring rain
In a crowded overpass
Some days it's hard lord
Some days it's easy
Been out in a graveyard lately
Time is looking after us baby
Green eyes of summer
Chewing on a blade of grass
Get out of here by the morning
Slipping through the cracks
Don't know what to call it
Don't know what it is
Everything just seems far away
Time is looking after us baby
|
||||
5. |
Little Lies
04:06
|
|||
|
I'm going home
Would you come with me
There's so many people
Looking for your company
But there's little lies
In everything I see
You got a way of making
Everyone feel sweet
It's all the same
No matter what you do
It's all the same
Whether not it's true
It's all the same
When you're talking to
Someone in your mind
The whole night through
I’m looking up
Where the sun should be
But there ain’t no light up there
Shining down on me
Just a little lie
Just a little piece
Just a little time
To let it roll and let it be
It's all the same
No matter what you do
It's all the same
Whether not it's true
It's all the same
When you're talking to
Someone in your mind
The whole night through
|
||||
6. |
Colorful Crosses
03:41
|
|||
|
The setting sun
Is past this point and running
Before I wake myself from dreaming
Plenty to none
It seems this war is done
My heart is only left for beating
The desert sun is gonna bury me
People line roses
On the sides of the roads in
Colorful crosses
Streetlight guardrails
Some place inside me
Some old life behind me
Is crawling like ivy
Up a twisted trail
Turn after turn
The bridges all have burned
An island longing for the city
Star-eyed concerns
That give you no returns
A garden changing with the seasons
The desert sun is gonna bury me
People line roses
On the sides of the roads in
Colorful crosses
Streetlight guardrails
Some place inside me
Some old life behind me
Is crawling like ivy up
A twisted trail
|
||||
7. |
Ticket
04:11
|
|||
|
Had a dream
About fixing up a VW bus
Non stop LA or bust
Lucky day
Twenty dollars on a pile of dog shit
Just enough for a starter rebuild kit
I know life could be better
From a window passing by
Had a dream thought it was heaven
Just a circle in the sky
Halloween
And the days just keep getting colder
I got spark but it wont turn over
Suddenly
I’m feeling bout twenty years older
With a stalled out type 2 motor
I know life could be better
From a window passing by
Had a dream thought it was heaven
Just a circle in the sky
Had a dream
Bout fixing up a VW bus
Chrome yellow, old green and rust
Anyday
Ain't nothing gonna keep me down
When I get that ticket outta town
When I get that ticket
|
||||
8. |
James St.
02:41
|
|||
|
Maybe it's the cold wind
Hitting my face
Maybe it's the falling rain
Well maybe it's that I
Don't see you here anymore
Maybe it's the thought of your pain
Remember the first time
I saw doubt in your eyes
As I pull a flask off the shelf
Well thinking of you
Has got me down so low
I don't know what else to do
And the wind blows
On the corner of James St.
And I never felt so alone
The tide changed
This place ain't the same
Well neither are you and I
Maybe we were two kids
And too young to notice
Maybe we were closing our eyes
Maybe we were blind
Or there was nothing to find
Maybe we were just chasing light
And the wind blows
On the corner of James St.
And I never felt so alone
The tide changed
This place ain't the same
Well neither are you and I
|
||||
9. |
Sweet Relief
06:27
|
|||
|
I wish that I could walk
Into your mind
Or anywhere you are
But I'm sitting in my home
Just thinking of you
Wishing I was stoned
I wish I was
I wish I was
I wanna go outside
To some place happy
Somewhere I can smile
But I'm picking up a shift
Just thinking of you
Wishing I was rich
What if I was?
What if I was?
Oh sweet relief
Would you send some home to me
Oh my Louise
What a sin to make me grieve
I wanna take a drive
Up to the mountains
And see what I can find
But I got too drunk and sick
Just thinking of you
Wishing I could fix it
What if I could?
What if I could?
Oh sweet relief
Could you send some home to me
Oh my Louise
What a sin to make me grieve
|
||||
If you like The Dead Tongues, you may also like:
Forward, Children: A fundraiser for Durham Public Schools students
by Hiss Golden Messenger
supported by 46 fans who also own “Dust”
Another of our fave hymns that we like to sing at our gatherings.Mr Taylor never fails to deliver, Jesus shot me in the Head indeed.Walk into the light.
go to album
School Daze: A fundraiser for Durham Public Schools students
by Hiss Golden Messenger
supported by 46 fans who also own “Dust”
Love all live Hiss, but this one for the rarity cuts. Love how proceeds from all live shows benefit various causes. Class act and great music = win/win!
go to album
Downey to Lubbock
by Dave Alvin
Soulful guitar interplay form the heart of this lovely Americana collaboration from Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore.
go to album
Echo Dancing
by Alejandro Escovedo
The legendary Alejandro Escovedo returns with another country-rock scorcher.
go to album
Play It On The Tannoys
by Stranger The Horse
Rich and carefully-sculpted songs that cross-wire country and roots music with jazz, samba, and more.
go to album
Quietly Blowing It
by Hiss Golden Messenger
supported by 36 fans who also own “Dust”
Another stunner in a catalog that is nothing but. Lucky us.
go to album
