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Apocalypse Love Song
02:36
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Would a zombie attack bring you back
Take only what fits in a backpack
Fight your way through the gore
Stabbing brains to get my front door
Would a zombie attack bring you back to me
Would an atom bomb bring you back
remember your love as the sky turns black
Waiting out the fall out in tandem
Instead of with somebody random
Would an atom bomb bring you back to me
We’d cling to each other as the world falls apart
Knowing that our love got to start
Without you my world’s gone to hell
Peak oil, floods, tornado might as well’ve already fell
Would a worldwide plague bring you back
Hole up in a cul de sac
Making love in surgeon’s masks
Is a charming post-apocalyptic task
Would a worldwide plague bring you back to me
Would a huge earthquake bring you back
Your love give me a heart attack
Shaking right off the richter scale
Would jump-start our romance without fail
Would a huge earthquake bring you back to me
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Greyhound From Reno
02:34
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On a Midnight bus took two pills in Reno, arm covered in blood
See a hobo girl with a neck tattoo
boots Covered in mud
Everybody's sleeping
But I ain't tired
Eyes wide open feeling wired
my hood it's pulled up tight
In sweat I'm mired
Rendezvous down at the car wash
This precinct's getting alarmed
Couldn't quite make you out in this fog
The tow truck banned from the farm
FIre station on fire
I'm writing an epitaph on a napkin
I bet to my self
Like an animatronic friend you're laughing
Yeah you're laughing
We're a long way from the Chelsea hotel leonard
Letters marked return to sender
Baby you say you're off the grid
You don't even know
Your oddly clipped telegrams drift through me like snow
Rendezvous down at the car wash
This precinct's getting alarmed
Couldn't quite make you out in this fog
The fire truck banned from the farm
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Radiator Sabotage
02:52
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Glasses made you seem so erudite
But it was all a front
You shudder and you twitch
You shimmy and you strut
Faux bear skin rug and fireplace
Arrowheads on the golf course
You work in the laundromat
Talking about military industrial force
Radiator sabotage
Radiator sabotage
I can see the veins
Running down your neck
At The 7 11
Such a glamorous wreck
Hand caked in wax
Lips all chapped
Counting out the pennies
For the sales tax
Radiator sabotage
Radiator sabotage
Stumbled in and you were there
I was trying not to spill my beer
Got kicked out of toys r us
Looking just like i feared
Talking science fiction
With the ski team at the bar
Tail lights flicker
Station wagons idle at the navy yard
Tires strewn in the marsh
Waiting to be set ablaze
Playing pool shark
Stuck in the fire station for days
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Studebaker
03:57
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lemmings Collide and submersibles Slide to milan
Creations float all around the great moat as you lay looking on
As the skirmish begins you look truly sanguine behind your shades
Stunningly cute as you Step on my boots
Your lapel's badly frayed
Reflections of traffic lights
Off the puddles late at night & the studebaker
Burns down the boulevard as the tail lights fade from sight
Burning paper plates & sitting on milk crates
You're intrepid beyond belief
Cosmonauts stuck in a trance
As they return from France seeking
Some kind of relief
chemicals pervade & the astonishing saves
tonight We're passing thru Shelby
Diesel Tractor overturned & the redwoods burned
The sight of you fell me
Reflections of traffic lights
Off the puddles late at night & the studebaker
Burns down the boulevard as the tail lights fade from sight
Economic arrangements
Sweet talking engagements
Sweat stink & spray shine
Vodka tonic for old time's sake
the ramblin' girl & the rake
Show me around the museum some time
Counter reactions & other inane distractions
As she crosses the state line
The tape deck magnetized & her fervor subsides
I can't afford that parking fine
Reflections of traffic lights
Off the puddles late at night & the studebaker
Burns down the boulevard as the tail lights fade from sight
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Keys In The Boot
03:26
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Keys in the boot
Hiding out in the bunker
So long
Don't even know
If the war is still on
Keys in the boot
Angel says let her go
But I don't
I'm just climbing out
Among the ruins overgrown
you told me once
I was a hard man to love
And I can't deny that it's true
but love me you did
til you ran out of room
we cheated death when I thought we were through
you were in all in
standing by the canal
Oh but I was untrue
The lifeboat sprang a leak
and capsized with its crew
And then I got lost from view
Keys in the boot
Bar's almost empty now
'Cept your ghost
Flag's at half mast
Raise a toast
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Wallace, ID
02:53
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Pull the stitches out of your leg
Sterilize it with gin
Don't go sneaking down that old silver mine
And if you do, then don't climb in
Stick it up on the bottle tree
Out beyond the bungalow
Slide into the stream
Where she drowned last year in the shallows
Pissing in the fire pit
Pissing in the fire pit
Pissing in the fire pit
The Stardust don't look like much
The UFO parked out front since '56
The bordello's casting shadows
Onto the dirty brick
Pissing in the fire pit
Pissing in the fire pit
Pissing in the fire pit
Wearing the same yellow t-shirt for days
Spent the hurricane staring at the strip club babes
Ain't much else to do 'sides build model trains
sit in a Wild turkey and Ritalin haze
She punched a psychic
Gave her a black eye
We don’t have to save her,
We just have to get her through three weeks in July
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Freckle Blues
05:01
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The freckles on your back they felt to me like home
The freckles on your back they felt to me like home
Like little constellations and tone poems
We rushed uptown see Bob Dylan sing and play
We rushed uptown see Bob Dylan sing and play
Afterwards, you didn't have nothing to say
Making pickles in a mason jar
Making love under the F train car
Making pickles in a mason jar
Making love under the F train car
The trucks on 9th Street, they shake and moan
The trucks on 9th Street, they shake and moan
I left you there in what was s'posed to be our home
Wedding in Queens with a splitting headache and a dry mouth
She said all you ever want to do is go to decrepit towns in the south
Wedding in Queens with a splitting headache and a dry mouth
She said all you ever want to do is go to decrepit towns in the south
It's been 50 days since my last sip of whiskey
It's been 50 days since my last sip of whiskey
As much as I miss you, do you ever think about me?
Come October it'll be 5 years since we met
Come October it'll be 5 years since we met
I couldn't stand myself when I gave you back those keys
4 years of chasing you and 1 solid year of regret
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Maps of the West
03:12
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Cigarette ashes flutter down like snowflakes to the ground
Long haired girl in a cloth top car leaking banjo sounds
Through the desert in winter, left a shoe in Flagstaff
Past abandoned shanties with cinematic grace and a laugh
Maps of the west, maps of the west
I wouldn't have known
She never would have guessed
Stopping only when she needed to rest
Driving east, the girl with maps of the west
Model A sputter past the railroad yard
With the cops in the gutter after the work got hard
Trash can fires at midnight, street signs torn down
On she'd drive to see the next town
Maps of the west, maps of the west
I wouldn't have known
She never would have guessed
Stopping only when she needed to rest
Driving east, the girl with maps of the west
Towards the Oklahoma oil fields
Towards the Carolina pines
Towards the hill of Virginia
Towards me to find
I'm so grateful you found me
At the Black Rabbit Bar
We talked deep into the night
About following that western star
With you I want to ramble
With you I want to roam
Take out those maps of the west
And head for that Pacific foam
Maps of the west, maps of the west
I wouldn't have known
She never would have guessed
Stopping only when she needed to rest
Driving east, the girl with maps of the west
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Stripper from bensonhurst
Puts her ring back on
Meets my eyes briefly
Wanders into the drizzling dawn
Orders an egg sandwich
In a voice roughly rendered
Places 4 bills on the counter
Cash I earlier tendered
Sips a beer and watches the today show
This is not how new york was supposed to go
Steps onto the queensboro platform
Braces herself for the long ride home
Puts her hair up
Turns on her phone
Her man is a janitor
He’s been asleep for hours
She doesn’t even look at him
As she steps into the shower
Sips a beer and watches the today show
This is not how new york was supposed to go
Massages her calf
Slips a mask over her eyes
Knows in seven hours
She’ll have to again rise
Sips a beer and watches the today show
This is not how new york was supposed to go
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Bad Hair Day
02:03
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I hear echoes of you on the docks
See your silhouette on the cobblestones
Look for your hair as a mast is raised
Listen for your voice in sonorous tones
I'll leave the warm coals of the fire in my hearth
And your flag aloft and unadorned
For some distant day when you are wandering back this way
For you to know I still am forlorn
May the tide bring you back to me
May the tide bring you back to me
May the tide bring you back to me
Someday, by and by
You and I were torn asunder
Parted 'neath a glowing moon
Sometimes I pray the riptide take me under
And pull me to a watery doom
I would have followed you to the end
If'n you'd only beckoned
I would have served as your lieutenant
Would have left with you in a second
May the tide bring you back to me
May the tide bring you back to me
May the tide bring you back to me
Someday, by and by
I hope whoever's holding you tonight
Be it a sailor or the oceanic waves
Keeps you warm and dry
In your heart space for me you save
Whether to the port of Amsterdam
Or south to Louisiane
May the wind stay at your back
And your vessel touch virgin land
May the tide bring you back to me
May the tide bring you back to me
May the tide bring you back to me
Someday, by and by
I saw you walking down the cobblestones
You did not come calling for me
Your ship moored, the sails hand-sewn
I'm sure your mind, it was out at sea
I saw you 'cross the square like a comet
Then in a rowboat on a foggy morn
I awoke in the belly of a whale
In the brackish marsh, stillborn
May the tide push you out to sea
May the tide push you out to sea
May the tide push you out to sea
Someday, by and by
Where the wild winds wail, by and by
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Leland Sundries Memphis, Tennessee
“Leland Sundries, a band from New York led by Nick Loss-Eaton, is dedicated to storytelling in a way that recalls Woody
Guthrie and his Folkways brethren. [Their] scrappy Americana will get you longing for empty two-lane highways and kudzu-encased back porches.” – New York Times
“Oddball storytelling with a lo-fi country sensibility” – Time Out New York
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