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Any Road
03:33
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Man, it seems like a long time ago
And it seemed like a long way to go
Was the best way to hide
Any road – took me outta there / took me anywhere /
Away from yesterday
Any road – always felt like home / I was an easy go
A living paraphrase
Man, it seems like a long time ago
And it seemed like a long way to go
Was the best way to hide
Any road – a river running right below / say goodbye and wave hello
A rain-check Romeo
Any road – still seem to get me going / never disappointed
Ready, set, and go
Man, it seems like a long time ago
And it seemed like a long way to go
Was the best way to hide
Man, it seems like a long time ago
And it seemed like a long way to go
Was the best way to hide
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2. |
City Bus
02:42
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City barely breathing / as I board the morning bus
hear the rumble of the engine / see the faces in a rut
lost in thoughts of nothing / I'm rolling on by the writing on the wall
woman with her dark hair / never says hello
guy in a long coat / talking to a ghost
briefcased businessman / all rolling on by the writing on the wall
who knows where we go / who cares what we know
later in the evening / the darkness coming on
I'm standing at the bus stop / to make my way back home
sitting in the back seat / I'm rolling on by the writing on the wall
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3. |
Who Knew
03:58
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downed a grain of salt and prepared to meet the regulars
with a pompadour and red binoculars
by the second step I'd written half a song
all the way downstairs the crowd began to sing along-long-long
who knew, they'd sing their way into my mind
who knew, the night would feel like summertime
the satellites have closed their eyes
and we can sing into the skies
who knew
every now and then, I think about the light from dead stars
and a thousand strings to long ago and far apart and I sing
who knew, their stories were like stowaways
who knew, I'd love the way you say L.A.
feelings with nowhere to go can find their way into my show
who knew
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4. |
Lady Sky
02:42
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Sitting on a late-night plane / I rode the ins and outs
A cloudy conversation left me stunned by all accounts
I loaded all the dice / you never asked me why
I saw stars and marvels at 500 miles an hour
my thoughts were younger than my face, I gave you veto power
I loaded up a sigh / you knew I wasn’t shy
You gave me eyes / I let you fly / you’re my lady sky
came in for a landing but it ended touch and go
she said, "I'll take your baggage if you tell me what you know."
you loaded up the dice / I never asked you why
I gave you eyes / you let me fly / you’re my lady sky
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5. |
Once or Twice
03:30
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Old Style at the diner / sippin’ with the wigs and cigarettes – cigarettes
Feelin’ like I’m floating / looking at the scene without a net – without a net
And a broken, lonely radio sings broken, lonely songs
I’m watching with my bottle-bottom eyes
A sudden thought, a lingered look, but all things come to go
But I’ll think about them once or twice
A bowling-alley blonde / threw a strike the night the wheels came off –wheels flew off
With nothing left to spare / I hitched a ride out to the writer’s block – writer’s block
Songs unwind in daily grind and in the coffee cream
Stories of a human sacrifice
I’ll give you pieces of my mind, ‘cuz pieces all that’s left
But I’ll think about them once or twice
A broken, lonely radio sings broken, lonely songs
I’m watching with my bottle-bottom eyes
A sudden thought, a lingered look, and all things come to go
But I’ll think about them once or twice
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6. |
Beacon Street
03:51
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Silhouettes in windows / in blue from late TV
Flash like strange old photographs / as I pass on the street
I walk along the avenue / and talk to someplace else
Exaggerating to the night / revisions of myself
CHORUS
I try to slow down / but everything is speeding
Whistling by my life / only made for leaving
All – all I really know / wanders by my side on Beacon Street
Over by the river / the skyline waves hello
The taxi cabs like runway lamps / to light the undertow
My footsteps tap the rhythm / the city sings its song
It has a thousand verses / but doesn’t feel that long
CHORUS
I know it’s just a mood I’m in / tonight the echoes play to win, and…
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7. |
Lost in Shangri-La
04:07
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It’s 8:36 on a windy April Sunday
I’m sitting in a car outside a strip-mall liquor store
AM radio a stormy soundtrack
Winding through a white-noise tug-of-war
I drove a million miles and I ran a million times
always seem to end up in a parking lot like this
I watch the lonely stream of strangers walking by
Pop the top and wash away what is
I’m hanging on the steering wheel /like hanging on a ledge/hangin’ on a ledge
And I’m lost / lost in Shangri-La
and I’m lost / lost in Shangri-La
You wonder when you’re standing at the crossroads
If you’ll forget to turn and look both ways
& end up racing ragged madness all the way from there
To find you’re being followed by that day
My life’s become an open book / signed anonymous / signed anonymous
CHORUS
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8. |
Hyannis
03:27
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standing like a bright idea on a nameless Thursday morning
her laughter filled the sunrise line like a song that's made to order
and that's the only music / you know you'll ever need
she paints you someplace wonderful / the road, the sky, the sea
lying like a question mark asleep, she fascinates you
a mystery behind closed eyes designed to captivate you
you're putty on a funny page / a backwards questionnaire
the answers all seem pre-ordained / but you don't really care
ah, ah, a certain sunrise / a certain time ties
take me back to Hyannis
she took you out of black & white / your eyes were seeing rainbows
you knew you'd love to linger / but she opened up tomorrow
a day you've never shaken off / hits closer to the truth
everything has changed its shape / in one long afternoon
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9. |
Farther Away
03:16
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Pulling out this side of 6 a.m.
The sunrise on the silver blinds
Open spaces stitch my busted dreams
The ribbon of the road unwinds
Farther away / farther away /
Farther away / we wish for something farther away
Hanging on to beautiful is wrong
Release it from your homemade cage
Along with all you thought and never said
live the space outside the frame
Farther away / farther away /
Farther away / we wish for something farther away
Pulling in the other side of yesterday
The sunset only shadows now
Open spaces stitch my busted dreams
The ribbon of the road unwinds
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10. |
My Little Rebecca
03:39
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Something tells me that you want me there
Nothing close because oh, you’re scared
take it back to what it was
Something there that you can't find again....find again...
My Little Rebecca, My Little Rebecca
My Little Rebecca, Where are you?
Every day is such a simple prayer
You and I never second-guess
Take it back to what it was
Something there that you can't hide again....hide again...
My Little Rebecca, My Little Rebecca
My Little Rebecca, Where are you?
Something tells me that you want me there
Nothing close because oh, you’re scared
take it back to what it was
Something there that you can't find again....find again...
My Little Rebecca, My Little Rebecca
My Little Rebecca, Where are you?
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11. |
Bourbon Rain
04:27
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Swept away in the winds of change
Flowing like blood all through the streets
I took a dive into the bourbon rain for you - for you
Under the veil of desperate breath
Flash of headlights, a steady hail of beads
Still I stumble through the bourbon rain for you – for you
We play the part of someone else
We can’t admit that we are all the same parade
Dance with our skeletons then put them all away – a-way
Will you miss the sting of my tongue
And think about the night I kissed your mind awake
While I miss a girl I never knew
Later on, I’ll go back home
Promise I will leave it all and move ahead
But there are times I swear your heart beats through me, oh yeah.
But there are times I swear your heart beats through me, oh yeah.
Still I stumble through the bourbon rain for you
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Andy Hawk & The Train Wreck Endings Hamilton, Virginia
Original old school rock-n-roll/Blues/Americana from a group based in Northern Virginia. We like guitars and melody and rock-n-roll.
Andy Hawk & The Train Wreck Endings recommends:
It's difficult to pigeon-hole, which makes it fantastic! It's indie, funky, rocky, White Stripes-ish (at times), tuneful. Lyrically intricate, in a good way. Shane Borders always delivers the goods.
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