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The Badlees - Song for a River lyrics
he was the king of the back seat (alexander/naydock) of drunk reverie saw him escorted out of a mets game He was the king of the back seat on network t.v. Of drunk reverie kept his head in the clouds Saw him escorted out of a mets game with any cheap high he could cull On network t.v. in his cancered impala Kept his head in the clouds and his hog shirts With any cheap high he could cull and his head tapes played dull In his cancered impala he lived in a company house And his hog shirts in the pardeesville woods And his head tapes played dull with a stir crazy dog and a graveyard of old 'jimmy' hoods He lived in a company house sundays we'd run for his stash In the pardeesville woods at the new york state line With a stir crazy dog that summer when moments of And a graveyard of old "jimmy" hoods circumstance altered like wine Sundays we'd run for his stash At the new york state line CHORUS That summer when moments of this is for the man Circumstance altered like wine this is for the days that we killed was it my wind of change (chorus) or just a breeze at the top of the hill This is for the man he didn't talk the gold ring This is for the days that we killed he just schemed for a skeleton key Was it my wind of change but when you think you met thunder Or just a breeze at the top of the hill you only see what your head wants to see He didn't talk the gold ring He just schemed for a skeleton key he threw back-mountain parties But when you think you met thunder five deep at the 'well' You only see what your head wants to see with his girlfriend, louise, who'd get lit and tell us all 'go to hell' He threw back-mountain parties then he'd get liquored up Five deep at the "well" and throw me his keys and yell 'drive' With his girlfriend, louise, who'd get lit with him and louise in the back And tell us all "go to hell" doin' 'american pie' Then he'd get liquored up he'd talk of out west over beer And throw me the keys and yell "drive" and the garbage that we ate With him and louise in the back 'bout the punk band he'd managed Doin' "american pie" in phoenix in '78 i was this kid of sixteen the enamored He'd talk of out west over beer impressionable kind And the garbage that we ate in the poetic pull of the passion 'bout the punk band he'd managed of life with the lines In phoenix in '78 I was this kid of sixteen the enamored CHORUS Impressionable kind In the poetic pull of the passion he just disappeared that mid-august Of life with the lines not even a shout then i read in the news that september (chorus) that his time had run out how he tried to outrun a state trooper He just disappeared that mid-august down 93 south Not even a shout a charge of possession is why he fled Then i read in the news that september said word of mouth That his time had run out the paper said nothin' was left How he tried to outrun a state trooper but the seats and the frame Down 93 south and i read in the write-up A charge of possession is why he fled for the first time his real name; Said word of mouth birthplace unknown, not from nowhere no close family The paper said nothin' was left just a wild running river But the seats and the frame that cut it too fast to the sea And i read in the write-up For the first time his real name; i still raise a glass once a year Birthplace unknown, not from nowhere on the night that he died No close family though hindsight says Just a wild river running he only let me believe that we'd ride That cut it too fast to the sea lord, he still taps a vein in my mind like a summer rain cools I still raise a glass once a year long after that river ran dry On the night that he died and reality ruled Though hindsight says He only let me believe that we'd ride CHORUS 2X Lord, he still taps a vein in my mind Like a summer rain cools Long after that river ran dry And reality ruled (chorus2x) |
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