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Greaser coffee rhymes. ashes on the dashboard.
Brimstone and fire on the a.m. sweet Lord.
Chasing spirits in the air, the smell of petrol up in my face.
Driving through the night, gotta get me back to our place.
Blinded by the sunrise it's just and its good
but I'm a road worn and lonesome traveler.
blessed, I got tested
Been busted, been bested, I fell down for mercy reprieve .
Another run, another long goodbye
Taking me to task, no pardon in my old hood.
No gravy for the bread and the milk and honey ain't no good.
Put the money on the table it ain't nearly enough.
Ain't pulling my punches gotta pawn the expensive stuff.
Blinded by the sunrise it's just and its good
but I'm a road worn and lonesome traveler.
blessed, I got tested
Been busted, been bested, I fell down for mercy reprieve .
Another run, another long goodbye
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For 2
04:29
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Well I'm walking your street. through water waist deep.
Under the bright crescent moon, under storm clouds that loom.
I wouldn't turn down a place to sleep.
For 2.
They'll weigh my weary heart. against the feather of truth.
And I'd wage my stubborn spirit, for what under your roof.
I wouldn't turn down a place to dream.
For 2.
In the silence of a crazy dream.
Where I don't want to live life this way.
But I'll awake to another day...
For 2.
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Supermoon
03:54
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I’m a hard luck kid I’m one broke fool.
You’re a stroke of genius... dirty dark cool.
Be my supermoon lover, I need you tonight.
There’s a time to stay and there’s a time to get.
There are some things I haven’t come around to just yet.
I’ll know them when they come to reap their reward.
Give me room, give me time,
I’m hard at work, got everything on the line.
Give me mercy
Need atonement for my sins but the time ain’t right.
Treating my habits of lust like dogs in the fight.
Grunting and growling into the face of love.
Gasoline on the pavement, oil in my blood.
Taking my last shot before my eyes close shut.
If I crawl back to you I know you’ll turn me out.
Stepping into the ring I’m a welter weight champ.
Shadow boxing by the reflection of a 40 watt lamp.
The only smack I speak be with my eyes.
Rolling thunder pouring rain on a damned dark road.
Take me back to my youth when i was still at home.
Be my supermoon lover I need you tonight.
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Classic Rock Radio
03:09
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My brothers records on the phonograph
Take a little grab from his stash
Got my tube amp and my black Strat
Out the old man's door sneak back in before the morning breaks
One sharp blade and a dab of ink
Ya gotta fake id for smokes and drink
The days before they found the missing links
Police pulled us over, let us go with just a warning
Sing along singing loud along x3
To the sounds on the classic rock radio
Playing house party got some new songs
Ask my best girl to come along
On the couch scratching lyrics down
She can't resist me I'm a rock and roll king
Young and reckless just her and I
Stone washed jeans and a ripped tie dye
Big haired beauty with bloodshot eyes
No plan for the future no money in my pockets
Sing along singing loud along x3
To the sounds on the classic rock radio
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Stuck so long and standing still,
In a war between you and I.
Loving in the wrong directions...going down,
When we should of been turning it high,
You've got everything that you wanted but you ain't got me around.
You've got everything that you wanted but you ain't got me to
Kick Around...Ain't got me to kick around.
Walking out on everything we ever really needed.
Used up all my energy.
Maybe we work too hard for all the wrong things.
We never made time for you and me.
You've got everything that you wanted but you ain't got me around.
You've got everything that you wanted but you ain't got me to
Kick Around...Ain't got me to kick around.
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Tear Got His Eye
03:12
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My eye on the pie in the sky,
Pulling my head from a well gone dry.
Heading west before dropping south.
Wild fire fear white lightning spark,
Walking crooked backwards in the dark.
Wasted words out the corner of my mouth.
Your good man is leaving,
With the promise of the road at his side.
Fate has got his number and a tear got his eye.
With love and mercy and thievery,
It's been struck a chime that has yet to ring.
The toll awaits a sweet morning song.
Steel wheels on a rusted civil war rail,
Screams out with a lonesome tale.
Seeking out, running down, doing it all wrong.
Your good man is leaving
With the promise of the road at his side
Fate has got his number and a tear got his eye.
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Ride On
03:59
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A well oiled fine shined up machine
my broken will been lying down on me, but I'm gonna ride on.
A face full of wind I got a dark skin beauty
holding on behind keeping it steady, We gonna ride on.
Stopped and dropped and rolled on my way back home but the living is still fine.
Wrecked and stoned and sold on my way back home But the loving is alright.
A sweet song of mercy, a feather in the wind, comes to rest gently in its nest again, and I'm gonna ride on.
A flag in the fire, torn by battle
My general dead but still in the saddle, he gonna ride on.
Luck of the draw got no skill at all
bluffing my way out of a free fall, I'm gonna fly on.
Stopped and dropped and rolled on my way back home but the living is still fine.
Wrecked and stoned and sold on my way back home But the loving is alright.
Raising up weeds in a dirt field, Staking my claim on what will never yield, but I'm gonna ride on.
Stopped and dropped and rolled on my way back home but the living is still fine.
Wrecked and stoned and sold on my way back home But the loving is alright.
Standing down learning the ropes chiseled some dreams out of hardened hopes, and I'm gonna ride on.
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King of All Kings
05:02
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Translate my bitter speak into a faith so fine.
Take a mass of disease and make it benign.
I stumble like a hoodlum across winter fields.
A burnt drunken soldier...man I tell ya this stuff is for real.
But, Jesus is the King of all Kings.
Analog thunder and digital rain.
I got the Magnetic movement, I got the binary pain.
Once upon a time I spent a perfect year,
within the canyons of your love
With your words in my ear.
And, Jesus is the King of all Kings.
I've grown incompetent, relying on charms.
The whole wide world is living,
But I'm still up in arms.
I take bullets in my coffee, I pull the slugs from my chest.
Messages from my loved ones I never get.
But, Jesus is the King of all Kings.
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Time With You Alone
04:20
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Down on my luck.
Hands full of nothing.
Waiting on the work to come.
I need it, don’t want it.
I’m out walking
With my sweet girl.
Nothing lasts forever,
But maybe this will,
Maybe this will.
All I want, all I want, all I want
Is time with you alone
Bass drum beating
Driving a blues mans will.
Its cold in the winter time,
But at least time does not stand still.
Calling out my woman.
Turn a rotten mood ripe.
If she ain’t up crying,
She’s gonna ease my soul down right,
She'll ease my soul down right.
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Rot Gut Wine
03:17
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Rot gut wine it make you feel fine quick.
4 dollars a bottle another five for your throttle.
Driving through a valley it steeps and it slopes
like the ebbs and the flows of stupid dreams and stupid hopes.
Rot gut wine it make a working soul quit.
Got 3 in the pen, let the one on the run run.
Running through a city so lost, so lost,
like the suburban kids hooked up on the sauce.
Rot gut wine it make the pain feel sane.
In a jacket pocket, crack it and rock it.
Jump into a bar fight bebop jazz music,
jump back in the car with the soundtrack looping.
Rot gut wine for the mad dog youth.
Hiding it from the folks with your reefer and your smokes.
Everything's alright, honey I know it ain't,
The place is full of sinners who don't care to become saints.
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Midnight Burning
04:51
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Midnight Burning, I hated myself but I loved you so much.
Midnight Burning, I hated myself but I loved you so much.
You took my hand and said, "my dear, How was your day?"
You were sincere. "Isn't it good, to be together? seperate or together
we're never apart."
Midnight Burning, I hated myself but I loved you so much.
Midnight Burning, I hated myself but I loved you so much.
You've untangled madness twisted to logic. You kissed my brow, just
so I could sleep. Thoughts of abstraction, You could render. into words and read them to me.
Midnight Burning, I hated myself but I loved you so much.
Midnight Burning, I hated myself but I loved you so much.
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Adrian Niles Ohio
Adrian Niles is a roots-rock artist from eastern Ohio. He grew up in the bluegrass music tradition of his father, uncle, and grandfather’s band The Porter Brothers. After discovering artists like Dylan and Hendrix, in his teen years, Niles dedicated his life to the folk, blues, and rock expressions as a songwriter and performer. ... more
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