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Cover Your Ears
00:29
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Cover your ears
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500 Light Years Gone
01:39
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Here it all comes creeping back
Here it all comes seeping back
A flush of memories from a frozen plasma feed
Thaw myself out and mop me up
Check all my signs and prop me up
And just remember who I am through a haze of empty dreams
Here it all comes through the noise
Here it all comes across the void
Five hundred light years gone
And still haunted by the same thoughts
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Keep Me Company
03:43
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Memories are such funny things
They come creeping round with a pleasant ring
Peddling halfway-truths and little changelings I claim as my own
To keep me company when I'm alone
Old regrets are petty tyrants
Turning lofty dreams into sycophants
Befriending hopes just to rail against and feel right at home
To keep me company when I'm alone
Fed illud perstat ac tamdiu manet
Fed illud perstat
Melodies are my medicine
I can wrap up wounds in a familiar strain
And patch my hurts with some old refrain wherever I go
To keep me company when I'm alone
Where were you when the pheasants came?
When we wore our formals in the rain
When we toasted health with cheap champagne and no thought of whom
Would keep us company when we're alone
Fed illud perstat ac tamdiu manet
Fed illud perstat
Memories are such funny things
They come creeping round whispering pleasantries
Peddling halfway-truths and little changelings I claim as my own
To keep me company when I'm alone
Fed illud perstat ac tamdiu manet
Fed illud perstat
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Press 1 Now
03:41
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When that lonesome whistle blows
It carries down them country roads
And finds me in this sleepless bed
Dreaming 'bout what might’ve been
It says a-wooooo
Ride them rails one more time
Find me on that northern line
Stars above and track beneath
There's a dream that never sleeps
It says a-wooooo
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Make Like Old Times
02:27
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The car seat's froze but I've got some booze
Yes this car seat is froze but I've got a bottle of booze
Baby if you need a ride
I can drive you home too
Babe what say we make like old times
Yes baby what say we just make like old times
Baby I can play the fool
And you can pay my fine
Everybody needs somebody to
Everybody needs somebody too
And on a night such as this
Anybody will do
There ain't no shame in feeling blue
There ain't no shame just feeling blue
Baby I can take the time
All the time that you need me to
The car seat's frozen but I've got some booze
Yes this car seat's cold but I've got a bottle of booze
Baby if you need a ride
I can drive you home too
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Harriet Iscariot
03:20
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Harriet Iscariot took a chariot to the moon
And there she went in such merriment
The daring meant her doom
And all aboard, the butchers four
The duke of silver pants
The mayor’s grease, the fancy priest
And 18 ombudsmen
The wreck was bound for Necratown
For favors all around
But Harriet cracked her lariat
And the triga left the ground
The sky was raked in golden ruts,
That carved a path behind
And lit the way just for the nonce
To follow for all time
For all aboard, the butchers four
The duke of silver pants
The mayor’s grease, the fancy priest
And 18 ombudsmen
Were all askance from gladding hands
With fast demands to why
When the vessel killed, the cargo spilled
And phonies filled the sky
And Harriet Iscariot whipped her lariat ’round the moon
And hauled it in with a devilish grin
To watch them like balloons
And all forlorn, the butchers four
The duke of silver pants
The mayor’s grease, the fancy priest
And 18 ombudsmen
And Harriet Iscariot left her chariot on the moon
And there she went in the firmament
To hum a victory tune
To hum a victory tune
And there she went in the firmament
To hum a victory tune
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Rob Getzschman Los Angeles, California
Rob Getzschman is a singer-songwriter and producer from Omaha living in Los Angeles. He was previously front man for DC-based Analog Jetpack, played bass for LA's Highland Hawks and writes and produces music for Mighty Good Road. www.mightygoodroad.com
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