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Better Times
02:43
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One last cigarette and bottle's dry
Said we've had enough tonight
Pray for sleep but, sleep I never will
I just sit upon my little square
And judge all those who live down there
Talk down places I will never see
Deliver me to better days
I know a train not far away
It's headed east so I guess I will be too
She said to come find me in better times
But better times are hard to find
Twenty years and I'll be searching still
So, stow your prayers and pack your bags
Boy, now it's time to find a home
Where those wounds have all healed
And it finally feels
Like you spent enough time away from home
But you can save all your hope for a happy end
Because the devil he writes none.
As time goes by it fades
the urge to save the world and smash the state
It all turns into survivin day to day
But before I turn, I got 40oz. of ethanol
And I swear one day Im gonna watch it all burn.
Come find me in better times
But better times I'l never find
Forty years and I am searching still
Stow your prayers and pack your bags
Boy, now you're never going home
Those wounds havent healed
And It'll never feel
Like you spent enough time away from home
But you can save all your hope for a happy end
Because the devil he writes none.
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Road to Nowhere
02:39
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It's been 14 lonely hours on the long road to the west
My gas tank's almost empty and my judgement's not it's best
They never gonna get me but they damn sure gonna try
As the sun beats down upon my hood, the drugs take hold inside my brain
I love to watch those white lights swerve through the trees and back again
Set the cruise control to 95 and nightfall's coming soon
I'm doing all that I can to make my way to you
I've been on this road so long
I'm not sure what I'm heading to
I haven't found what I need in this dead city
Only the ghost in the haunted streets
my vision of home is a road to nowhere,
I'm going nowhere
I'm doing all that I can to make my way to you
I've been on this road so long
I'm not sure what I'm heading to.
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Dead Weight
04:30
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High, it seems
as we sat atop washing machines
and the echoes of the train
flowed through the dead trees.
As you sang words to me
ya couldnt carry a tune
but definitely held a meaning
all through the woods
and down by the black sea...
said you were afraid
of being alone
and love had nothing to do with it.
As we crash upon the rocks
into a stream that leads us anywhere but home
we must drop the dead weight
ya dont need yer heart and soul
As we're swallowed by the Earth
into a hell that leaves us anything but whole
we must learn to drop the BS
and carry on
So, I'm singin
Oh, ya gotta learn to carry on
well, finally, had dawned on me
that all my best friends were al **** up on drugs
yea, they're all just shells of the people I still love
I'm singin
Oh, ya gotta learn to carry on!
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The Phantom Sensation Fort Worth, Texas
TPS is a five piece folk project from Burleson, TX. Crossing genres of country, rock, and folk/ punk, creating a unique sound we call 'Blackgrass'. From genuine love songs to the southern gothic murder ballad, there's a little somethin' for the sinner and the saint in us all.... ... more
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