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Garbage Can
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Acoustic americana sometimes countryfied folk.
Hello. I'm Shane Pack, a folkie from Tennessee. I am a follower of John Prine and Todd Snider, and I dabble in songwriting myself a bit. Hope you enjoy.
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Charts
Peak #113
Peak in subgenre #22
Author
Shane Pack
Rights
2007
Uploaded
February 10, 2007
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MP3 3.6 MB 128 kbps 3:58
Story behind the song
Don't really know where this one came from. I know I wanted a dark melancholy feel, but I can assure you I've never experienced heroin. Oh well, it rhymed.
Lyrics
As I look into the dark eyes of the son that I've forsaken I am drawing tight the windows and fastening the doors I am going far away now to the land of my remembrance And I just don't feel like feeling any feeling anymore Come on Mr Policeman Don't look in my garbage can That's where I keep my heroin Come on mr policeman don't look in my garbage can I don't think you would understand the things that you might find inside my mind In the blindness of my anger I strike out against the darkness And I'm calling out to no one so no one's calling back I am drawing down the curtains to sustain my own existence And the room that I'm confined to turns a darker shade of black Chorus Stillness stands beside me in my solitude of sorrow And the endless stream of silence forms in puddles on the ground Lonliness is falling just like raindrops on the window And a little speck of sunshine made a silent subtle sound Chorus Pictures on the wall are casting shadows of my memories And the morning dew is sudden just like sentimental tears I shun my own reflection as I'm heading for the bottom Of the bottle that will guide me and protect me from my fears Chorus
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