New Orleans (Starlite Walker, Silver Jews)
I'm scared (I swear) of you.
In the tunnel, in the darkness, the darkest walls of blue,
there's beasts and there's men and there's something on this earth that comes back again:
Alpha...delta....gamma... everybody's smoked
You can't say that my soul has died away (x2)
There's trouble in the hall and trouble up the stairs and trouble in the trouble
that's troubling the air.
Please don't say that my soul has died away.
There is a house in New Orleans,
not the one you've heard about. I'm talking about another house.
They spoke of gold in the cellar that a Spanish gentleman had left.
I broke in one hundred years ago with a dagger tucked in my vest.
Legends of gold I've tried to hold in the grey half-lite of the halway at night
one....two... three, four, five
we're trapped inside the song. We're trapped inside the song
where the nights are so long.
There's traps inside us all
and the nights are so tall.
And the night is so tall.
And the knife is so tall.
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So hard to pick just one.
Troubles,
no troubles,
on the line,
& I can't stand to see you,
I can't stand to see you when you're
crying at home.
Scotch & penicillin,
please try Carlton,
a cold black maple hanger
& husbands on the run.
I just got back from a dream attack
that took me by surprise
& in there I met a lady,
her name was Shady Sides & she said...
"It's been evening all day long,
It's been evening all day long & how can something so old
be so wrong?"
Sin and gravity
drag me down to sleep to dream of
trains across the sea,
trains across the sea.
Half hours on earth,
what are they worth,
I don't know.
In 27 years
I've drunk fifty thousand beers
& they just wash against me
like the sea into a pier.
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