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Valentine Heart
03:50
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I got lucky then
On the hems of the present tense
Few and far between the jagged lines
And the highway keeps me busy; the motion tends to deceive
Sometimes, it's not the best things we believe
And the long nights in Chicago
The telephone by my bed
The stories of things I should've done in my head
I had a feeling once for a whisper
Some kind of elegant compromise
It's the kind of thing that keeps me awake for awhile
It's the kind of thing that breaks this Valentine heart
Stay young, forever. . .this Valentine heart
And then we drive the way home
The Golden State and further along
These chemicals have been burning up my tongue
She had tattoos on her wrists
The mile marks and trees went by
The left one it read "lost", the right, just "one"
Beneath the easy stream of telephone lines
Where whispers scream and words stand by
The highway just ain't long enough to run
And then we drive the way home
The Golden State and further along
These chemicals have been burning up my tongue
She had tattoos on her wrists
The left one it read "lost", the right, just "one"
The right, it just said “one"
Stay young, forever. . .this Valentine heart
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Love/40
03:53
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The curl of your lips and the hide-a-way
Soft drawl with the Queen of Hearts
Poison buckles and debutants
And everybody knows my name
“When the drags ain’t around to remind you; we all gotta plan tonight
As the carousel slides through the promenade
And the slate just burns in her eyes
Silver lines and the summer is done, the cold is cutting in
The scars of youth ain’t enough--the kids are alright
Down through the streets and the boulevards
In the back of a long lit line
Dovetailed reminders of who we were
But there ain’t nothing punk about love
“Where will you go when you need a rest? And where will you close your eyes”
One small voice in the firestorm
And everything fades into lies
The score is love/40, hey hey, my my
The score is love/40, separate you and I
The score is love/40, the tears have all run dry
The score is love/40, the kids are all right--the kids are all right
Holding you, touching you, losing only light
Let the walls burn down, time means everything
Holding you, touching you, losing only light
Let the walls burn down, time means everything
The score is love/40, hey hey, my my
The score is love/40, separate you and I
The score is love/40, the tears have all run dry
The score is love/40, the kids are all right--the kids are all right
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3. |
Dear, Jimmy
04:12
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There’s too much white light to see tonight
I wonder what the satellites look like from outer space
I wonder if they can make out
The sound of this tiny something—kicking—
Deep own in my soul
There’s too much white light to tell tonight
Where I end and everything else begins
I can’t save you or anyone else
I can’t even speak my name
I wonder what I look like from up on a satellite
I wonder if I shine like a diamond jubilee
And in that dream, I swerved our car on the BQE
You told me to finish the story
And in that dream I wrecked our car on the side of the 405
You told me to finish the story
And in that dream I flew right off of the bridge on the Kennedy
You told me to finish the story
We’re all in this together
We’re all in this together one-by-one
Dear Jimmy, what’s it look like when everything begins
Dear Jimmy, what’s it sound like when everything begins
Dear Jimmy, what’s it feel like when everything begins
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4. |
Loved By Wolves
02:57
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When we were young, we knew everything
And that might not be a lie
From St. Louis to Baton Rouge
And Austin
The lights--we caught that fever so far
And the soundtrack to our summer, was a still, small voice
The clang of electric guitars
And the rain came down, on some far away Ohio home
We were loved by wolves, could hardly settle down
With eighth notes so sweet and the highway in our hands
Set-off for a little while, faster than the sound of speed
The toughest set of kids that the Mohawk had ever seen. . .
There’s a change in the season
A change in the key
In the shade of a brand-new July
With forever as our witness, we were dyed in the settling sun
Set fire to these phrases, one-by-one
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5. |
Satchel Paige
03:20
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Satchel Paige was 47
The 8th and the crowd
It can take a little time to appear
Just a few months from 60
Yaz, with 2 outs
The pace and the temper of the ride
Hope, it collides
With the weight of impatient
compromise
There's gotta be something different
in the light
The heavy, realize
trades and tricks of the measuring device
The rules we create and collapse, out of time
Hope, it collides
With the weight of impatient
compromise
The rules we create and collapse, out of time
Someday, I promise, i can be like that
Someday, I promise, I'll arrive
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6. |
Red-Letter Holiday
02:33
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Red-Letter Holiday
Wake up for a minute and hold me
A future rebellion means nothing to me
The outline of the barnstorm
A careless heart's demise
I wonder deep inside what I've done wrong
There's far more weight to what I haven't one, than anything I did
The cost of hope will keep us free
Here on my own, there's a quiver in my voice
A pitch that I can't seem to shake
So, tell me what it's like to believe
Tell me what it's like to believe
No epitaphs to cling to
No binds to break
Just broken-down, old memory of my name
With a wish that time forgot
Where nothing makes much sense
Caught up in the back porch of my mind
There's far more weight to what I haven't one, than anything I did
The cost of hope will keep us free
Here on my own, there's a quiver in my voice
A pitch that I can't seem to shake
So, tell me what it's like to believe
Tell me what it's like to believe
Tell em what it's like to finally believe
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7. |
Nora & James
02:28
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We used to live lifetimes in one night
Nora and James were our plan
To leave behind the only thought of foresight
And have a hand at tearing me apart
Montague and Capulet
Things are better left undone
At least with time, we’ll get some clarity for our sins
And have a hand at making us whole
And then you feel -- a little stronger when we touch
Subtleties appear -- and resign -- the outlines of these better days
When memory was everything
And then you feel -- a little stronger when we touch
Copyright, 2016, Whiskey Contrails Music, ASCAP
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8. |
Come All You Ghosts
03:02
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Come all you ghosts, we trust as true
To believe in the lies the measure the things that we do
The danger hails implicit in rock-n-roll
The blood denial in the eyes of a suicide soul
Please, don’t let me be like them
The tide turned familiar like it was there all along
In the space we kept for ourselves
The remote abolition of the things we denied
Stained with the ink from my arms
Please, don’t let me be like them
And here in this moment, the blood in my veins
A heart of rebellion, a claim to change
To hell with our idols, it’s these dreams we kill
With swollen ambition; anxiety stills.
This moment stand severed, a blank space underneath.
Tom Vollman (Whiskey Contrails Music, ASCAP) Copyright, 2016
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You'll have to ask Micah about the lyrics (see the Two Cow Garage links above); I took some liberties. In hindsight, that might not have been so courteous.
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Tyne Darling Milwaukee, Wisconsin
Tyne Darling is a Milwaukee, WI-based musician. Sometimes, though, he lives in Brooklyn. He has some black-ink tattoos on both of his arms. He often spells his name "Tommy Vollman." He’s toured throughout the U.S., Europe, and Canada, played festivals such as SXSW, Wakarusa, and CMJ. ... more
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