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Showed up right on time
Waited forever
We've come,
We've become suddenly sober
Shoulder to shoulder we stand
"We can" this weekend
I'm weakened but together we're stronger...
So don't you worry 'bout me
I'm alright
I'm sure we'll be just fine
I'm sure but I don't know
What's gonna happen in the meantime
What a joke...
God, I hope this soon will end
If "we shall overcome"
The sooner the better
Too tired to "carry on,"
"Keep calm," or be clever
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Romeo in Joliet
02:36
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I believe he really thought he was somebody
He really thought he was...
Some kinda Romeo as he drove through Joliet
To fetch a girl and catch a show that they'd both soon forget
And I bet he's forgot already
It was a moment's distraction
from a hopeless situation
Romeo drove through Joliet
headed home, heavy with regret
It's always already happened
or hasn't happened yet
So he taps the dash and strikes a match
As the yellow light turns red
He's ready to start already
But he needs a distraction
From a hopeless situation
So he takes another drink
And he lights a cigarette
He thinks its interesting
But I guess he must forget
Cuz he does it all over again
He does it all over again
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So Selfish
02:39
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Have you made any money,
bleeding for your art?
You give it out for free
Guess you ain't all that smart
Don't tell me you believe
you're the special one
there's people on the street
who could do what you have done
Don't give me that shit
You know you'll never stick with it
You're so selfish
If you're not making money
then it's not really art
If it ain't perfect it ain't worth it
If you ain't famous then don't start
Ain't it the way it's always been?
It's over so get over it
You're so selfish
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I-80
02:55
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I miss the days of the great escapes
I-80 sunset out of town
The laughter dies and so I light a candle
And I say a prayer as I drive Westbound
And on the way back home
I praise the great unknown,
Singing...
I don't know what to do
I never understand it when I do
I used to listen to the trains pass by at night
Counted the shadows on the lawn
The cool air climbs in as I roll the windows down
Gas station just before the dawn
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5:55
04:00
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Sundown, light streaming through the trees
Grey clouds, edges painted gold and pink
I sing: O Gloria
Sometimes when I'm driving home from work
On the Southside, this September feels like my first
Time on the earth
For what it's worth,
A second birth
The man in the moon keeps on smiling
He's winking his eye down on me
I say "hey where've you been hiding?"
He says "hiding?
I ain't been hiding
I've been shining this whole time"
How long must I stay away
From where I belong, stuck in traffic on this damn highway?
I cannot say...
I'm running late as always
The man in the moon keeps on smiling
He's winking his eye down on me
He says "nothing is new or surprising
Except the sun rising
It's been shining this whole time"
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Snow in Texas
02:26
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And if it snows in Texas
Know its worse in Chicago
it's fucking cold!
And if you're alone
And feeling lost and missing home...
Just remember your name
And why you came
Way to go, Anne Marie!
Live your life
Get on your flight
And see the world, Anne Marie
It's a miracle like snow in Texas
The sky turns pink
As the sun sinks
And white jets streak
Above blue streets
I passed your place
Remembered waiting
At your front gate
And now you've gone away
From me
Way to go, Anne Marie!
Live your life
Don't get tied
Up or down, Anne Marie
It's a miracle like snow in Texas
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Andrew Robert Palmer Chicago, Illinois
I'm a regular guy doing a very small thing.
Chicago-based. Sometimes rock, sometimes folk.
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