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Around Too Long
03:02
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take your time now and take a look at me
the laurels and sheets never fit so comfortably
here comes the sadness
of being around too long
i don’t have the legs to outrun a disinterested throng
fallin in love outside myself this way
its how ive come to believe anything you say
ive been deported to outside your borders this time
asked for a ride got kicked to the side of that railroad sign
instr. bridge/solo
dont have the legs to outrun my jealousy
I lean like an orphan and sideways by degrees
if i had the gas i would leave now forever with you
the sky’s just as big as anything blocking our view.
intro riff- breakdown
outro ch:
Don’t take it badly, now - I’ve been around too...( rpt. call/ response) ….long
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COWBOY FILM
Your lips are crowded, i cant rise above the din.
needles stick my heart and sting like open cuts and gin.
like an extra in a cowboy film
the arrows from your hills are gonna kill me
the stage is set to burn a couple hundred or so.
Your past is daunting
a need for an online truce
its just a mercy killing deleted in a last line mood
Who’s the sheriff of your town?
For whom does your siren sound
The stage is set to burn a couple hundred or so.
SOLO
BRG:
We’ve been tryin to vibrate and be happy with the odds
Tryin to make some noise and still get off
It seems silly to protest, too much darkness left to shake
You crowd my mind, just like my Hemingway ache.
Rpt. V1
Rpt. Ch2
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Running For The Fence
03:59
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RUNNIN’ FOR THE FENCE
Are ya feelin fierce?
Could you run this night?
Could you shake out the ground and tear down the sky?
I cant feel my feet, just my dirty nails
There’s a restless lawn down there by the trail
You’re not running for the fence now are ya?
Youre not lookin for the exit sign
Please believe me when I punch your ticket
I wont leave you in the pines
Youre my favorite ache
Please do not relent
You could be the trouble heaven had sent
Its not every day I make ya feel like a girl
I’m just tryin to flatten out this Mercator world
She builds a place around her heart that saves her
She has to wait between the two state line
she believes me when i punch her ticket
I won’t strand her in the pines
BR. solo
Are ya feelin fierce?
Could you run this night?
Could you shake out the ground and tear down the sky?
You’re not running for the fence now are ya?
Youre not lookin for the exit sign
Please believe me when I punch your ticket
I wont leave you in the pines
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Friday I picked you up
from the light rail
and i've learned how to greet you again
aint no more freezin' up
like the brakes on that train
our tongues are tied more ways than one
the treehouse is ours again
the green key will let you in
and Monday is so far away
no time to count the hours
let's have another round
of everything you came here for
and I know how to be the guy
that starts the van and doesnt cry
I've folded and buried my steam
hard to watch you walk away
pretend its not goodbye
I'll kiss you all night in my dreams
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Reentry
02:02
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REENTRY
it's kinda like an art form - flick of the wrist
no one lived to write about it
got an empty bowl like you’re Oliver Twist
no one left to fight about it
re entry, new shoes
handful of pills and a permission slip
nothing left to think about
it's taken several years to find a handle to grip
nothing left to sing about
re entry, new shoes
reentry it always burns, too much oxygen
reentry you’ll never learn, a funeral in a rocket ship
SOLO
handful of pills and a permission slip
no one lived to write about it
it's taken several years to find a handle to grip
no one left to fight about it
reentry you never learn, too many messages
reentry it always burns,
a funeral in a rocket ship
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The Riffbrokers Seattle, Washington
Northwest powerpop twang outfit formed 1999, Boise Idaho. Band nucleus Nick and Heather Millward moved to Seattle the following year. They've traveled the land since and released over five full length albums on their homemade label Unsmashable Records.
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