1. |
Better Than Whiskey
03:57
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Love is better than whiskey
Except when it isn’t
Then whiskey, only
Makes it worse
When your heart’s on fire
Burning inside
Adding more gasoline
Won’t get you there
When there’s no escape
From the pain
You feel
Inside
Love is better than whiskey
Except when it isn’t
Then whiskey, only
Makes it worse
Time to move past
What isn’t working
Sitting at the table
Waiting for it to all go down
Hoping things will get better
When it doesn’t happen
Grasping for freedom
From the pain
Love is better than whiskey
Except when it isn’t
Then whiskey, only
Makes it worse
If you light another match
It will all go up
With no one to blame
Surrounded by the ashes
Burn the whole damned thing down
When it doesn’t work out
When your life goes wrong
And you don’t know what to do
Love is better than whiskey
Except when it isn’t
Then whiskey, only
Makes it worse
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2. |
So Many Hours
03:39
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When I was young
Wanted to become
Something big
Make up
For all I had lost and
All the things I was missing
But with only so many hours
In any one day
Now I want to spend them
All with you
Trying to get over
Everything
That’s gone wrong
Find love in
What we have and
Lose myself
While there’s still so many hours
In all our days
Want to spend them
All with you
Ain’t nothing else
Can fix me
Like you can
While the world’s
Messed me around
I’m only who I am
With only so many hours
Left in any one day
Want to spend them
All with you
Yeah, when I was young
Wanted to become
Something big
To make up
For all that I had lost
All the things I was missing
But now that I know
There’s not so many hours left
I want to spend them
All with you
Yeah, there are only so many
Hours left, and
I want to spend them
All with you
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3. |
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Well, you’re gunna’ find him
Riding up the Highway
Arizona Route 77
On his way
To the Shamrock Bar
Up in Claypool
Just off the main drag
In the shadow of the mine
Yeah, this is the place
Where Elvis is still king
Need to get back
With you somehow
And those
Tangled sheets
Tattered hearts
Holding tight
Under a picture
Where he’s
Looking like an angel
Looking like a saint
Watching over us
Protecting our love
Karaoke, every Friday night
Jerry rides his bike through
The burning mountain passes
Cold one by his heart
40 ounces to keep it cool
Hair slicked back
Blowing in the wind
Sun shining, off those shades
Going to sing his way
Through a life
Yeah, Love Me Tender
Love me hard
This is the place
Where Elvis is still king
Need to get back
With you somehow
And those
Tangled sheets
Tattered hearts
Holding tight
Under a picture
Where he’s
Looking like an angel
Looking like a saint
Watching over us
Protecting our love
Need to get away
Out of town
Up that Highway
To find our way
Somewhere
Where Elvis is still king
And our love
Fixes everything
Need to get away
To where Elvis is still king
And our love
Fixes everything
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4. |
Red Light Kisses
03:49
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Was a time
When we’d stop
And couldn’t help
But lose ourselves, in
Red light kisses
With the rest of the world
Driving by
In oblivion
Red light kisses
When nothing
Could keep us apart
For a single moment
And the magic of everything
Boiled down
To one single kiss
And every kiss
Red light
Green light
Go!
Until the next
Red light came
And the world stopped
For us again
That was all so long ago
Today, when the red lights
Flashed and the railroad
Gate came down
I remembered
Those red light kisses
From the Past
As you looked the other way
And watched the train
Pull away
It made me wonder
Where you were putting your dreams
While I sat alone
On the other side
Of the car
As the train clattered by
Didn’t have a dream
To put in any boxcar
Just felt myself
Alone
But remembered
All those red light kisses
That had passed me by
And wondered where I was
As the train went by
Wishing I could go back
In time
Find all those
Kisses
Where they’d gone
Red light
Green light
Go!
When the gates
Went up
We continued
Down the road
Red light
Green light
Go!
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5. |
Rambler Man
03:41
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They always called him Rosie
‘Cuz he really wasn’t
Just a gruff old guy
With a heart of gold
Drove a Rambler Classic
Smoked his Chesterfields
With Sears Roebuck boots
And red suspenders
Never saw him drink
But he always kept
An expensive bottle of scotch
Just in case
Took me to the gritty
Roadhouse bars
To get us lunch
Introduced me to all the regulars
Was a Rambler man
Drove me out through
The Wisconsin dairy lands
Man of few words
Knew all the farmers
Seemed to know everyone
Drove his yellow Classic
Smoking Chesterfields
Gruff old guy
I loved him more than anything
He’d take me out for ice cream
Said it was a man’s thing
He wasn’t very sweet
But loved his ice cream
Loved his grandson too
I’ll never forget him
Gruff old guy
A Rambler man
Never wasted a word
But you still knew where he stood
Drove a truck
Might have run whiskey
For the Chicago mob
He’d never say, but
If there’s a heaven
He’d be on those back roads
Driving somewhere with my grandma
In his yellow Rambler Classic
Never said much
But my grandma and me
Knew what he meant
When he said he loved us
Without a word
Just a Rambler driving man
Never wasting a sentence
When he didn’t have to
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6. |
Already Dead
03:41
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Walking down the sidewalk
Feeling you’re alone
Standing strong
In the middle of nowhere
Once you’ve given up on love
You’re already dead
Ain’t nothing left
Just concrete
And a cold wind
Blowing
In your face
All the things you do
The things you buy
What you see
What you own
None of them are nothin’
Cuz’ nothin’ in this world
Matters more than love
It’s just concrete
And a cold wind
Blowing through
Your heart
We all go on
Eat, shit and sleep
But it’s all just nothin’
If you don’t have no one
When you give up on love
You’re already dead
Ain’t no reason left to live
Just concrete
And a cold wind
Blowing through
Your soul
Never give it up
One step after another
Nothing comes easy
Walking down the sidewalk
Feeling all alone
Standing strong
In the middle of nowhere
Just concrete
And a cold wind
Blowing
In your face
If you give up on love
You’re already dead
Nothing comes easy
No, nothing is easy
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7. |
Wrong Way Road
03:53
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Don’t know when
I took that turn
Think it was burned
Right into my heart
When I was young
Don’t know why, or
What drew me there
Just seemed inevitable
But I always knew
I’d end up somewhere
Down that wrong way road
Fighting all the things
That knocked me down
Always heading into
Don’t know what
Down that wrong way road
Falling down
Along the way
Yeah, I’m always going down
That wrong way road
[Repeat]
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8. |
Plans and Daydreams
03:39
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Well, I’m not so big
Sitting here
Planning and daydreaming
Where I want to be with you
When the distance calls
and I look away
Like I’m looking into nowhere
Wondering where I’m at
I’m trying to check in
But I’m not here at all
Sometimes, it takes someone else
To bring me back
It takes you
To keep me here
Planning and daydreaming
Where we might end up
Sitting and feeling
What it is, to always be me
and how hard that can be
Yeah, I can’t pretend
It isn’t so
So I slip away
Into another place
And just feel myself
How it is when I’m alone
Need you to pull me back
Right into your arms
To plan and daydream
Of how things could be
No, I ain’t so big
Sitting here
Trying to figure out
What to do
Need you to pull me back
Into your arms
So I can dream
About how things could be – someday
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9. |
The Promise and Reality
03:40
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Who makes all those promises
We hang onto
When we can’t speak
About betrayal
‘Cuz it never adds up
The promise and the reality
Look out at the horizon
Where everything
Vanishes and
Ceases to matter
Walk into the
Desert
Storms brewing
Wherever you go
Overtaken by floods of doubt
Washing all the dreams
Away from my
Misguided heart
We put ourselves in this place
With all those broken promises
And dreams gone wrong
‘Cuz it never adds up
The promise and the reality
Look out to the horizon
Where the promises and the dreams
Vanish and
Cease to matter
You get to where you are
One step after the next
You can trace your route
Don’t know where you’ll end up
Can’t keep going
Into that distance
Looking only for those
Same old promises
That are never fulfilled
While falling on your face
Where your dreams lie dead
In your path
Watch where your
Footsteps land
And find beauty
In the surprises
‘Cuz it never adds up
The promise and the reality
Forget all of those
Old dreams
Out in the distance
Out of reach
Keep on walking
Into the unknown
Forever forward
Storms along the way
Leave them all behind
The promises and dreams
They only hold you back
And never add up
The promise and the reality
Leave it all behind
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10. |
Fucked Up World
03:46
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The flames of violence
Burn bodies in cages
While we’re all trapped
In this fucked up world
Americans washing their shiny cars
Flexing their muscles and
Jerking off to Taylor Swift
While feeling depressed
No day goes by
Without a massacre
Or brutal rape
Nothing changes
Laurence of Arabia
Was fucked up the ass
It’s business as usual in this
Fucked up world
Catholic priests
Molesting alter boys
Cops killing teens
While people
Wave their little flags
One nation under God
Sending out death sentences
In the form of little drones
Yeah, this is the home of the brave
Where it all begins
Learn to feel afraid
And hate
In this fucked up world
Slut-shaming virgins
Until they slit their wrist, while
Popular girls give blow jobs
In the back of the bus
Always open season
On the gays
Rub their face in dog shit
While everyone stands around laughing
Don’t worry, we’re
Handing out guns
To solve the problems of violence
Buy your kid a brand new Glock
We can all shoot
The fuck out of each other
See who’s left standing
At the end of the day
When the shit storm comes
There’ll be boots and armor
And cops hurling teargas
Into the crowds
This is not where I want to live
In my heaven
Flags are for burning
And the only God is possibility
We can change this
Fucked up world
Into whatever we want, so
Why does it always stay the same
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Mark Hahn Tucson, Arizona
Tucson artist and writer, Mark Hahn, grew up in Detroit MI, studied at the Art Institute of Chicago and has traveled, lived and worked in many major cities across Europe and the United States. He has now settled in Tucson and spends his time focusing on varied creative projects while exploring the Sonoran Desert and the broken down mining towns that are scattered around the Southern AZ landscape. ... more
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