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Just the first mock up of a song we're putting together.............I think our reach may be exceeding our collective grasp....Will update it as it regresses
songwriter acoustic music wilco neilyoung rolling stones alt country analog garage rock old97s todd snider duffycat torch junkies
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Analog Garage- mining that classic sound with anachronistic recording equiptment; our special way of saying fuck you to all you pro tooled, synthetic rockers.
Work in progress... Just some more aging guitar hacks learning how to master the recording process and looking for feedback as we climb out of the ooze. We are here out of love for the creative process and hoping to create a few sublime moments of shambolic synergy......
Song Info
Genre
Rock • Garage Rock
Charts
Peak #296
Peak in subgenre #16
Author
jerg ripp
Rights
2009
Uploaded
September 07, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.0 MB • 84 kbps • 6:36
Story behind the song
It's about poor white trash finding an oasis in their otherwise miserable lives........
Lyrics
I say to her "the odds are 100 to 1 Friday nights will never be as fun The way Friday nights were when we were young" "Lately I've been running out of hope Sick and tired of chasing my own ghost Swear I'd hang myself If I had enough rope" She say" I disagree the odds are better than even There's still something out there we can believe in Broken prayers lay unspoken On your tongue Take me down to the scene of the crime Buy me a bottle of fortified wine And I will be your Drunken valentine Let's walk 20 blocks It's really not that far To a place they call The Margins It's my favorite whiskey bar The pours are long And the jukebox songs Sound all right Take me down to the margins Dance me round all night Another month came and went Another G.A. check already spent Landlords waiting for the rent Time to run up a brand new tab Later on I'll make a sh** faced stab And hail us down a taxi cab Hey driver Take us twenty blocks, It's really not that far To that place called the Margins It's our favorite whiskey bar The pours are long and the jukebox songs All sound just right Park your cab and hit the "off duty" light Papa said "son you gotta pay to play" Money is made to be spent" So I lived life hour by hour day to day still don't know where the time went Lately I been willing to place an outside bet Maybe, just maybe our ship hasn't come in yet No need to be forgiven and I'll live with my regrets
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