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Knife Fight
02:32
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In my hometown there are cloud almost bowing down to people
Such an overcrowded place
With a population under twelve
And when the clock strikes twelve
You always wish that you were drunk
And if you`re drunk then you`ll wish you weren`t born at all
Baseball ricochet
Like temple dogs unwashed and stray
Word is heaven is waiting
But you lie stranded in a ditch
It`s dark and cold but soon the summer rain will come
I`ve heard it`s warm and bold
And when it comes I know it will
There`ll only be one hour till my dog days end
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Everywhichway
03:09
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Almost drowned in my puke last night
But I ended up alright
Got so close to dying once I saw the steps of hell
But it ended up well
Coulda been a liar, coulda been true
Didn`t matter much to you
I coulda been in prison, I coulda been free
Someone preaching a life that I couldn`t see
Daily pushups from the toilet bowl
Yeah, a price is paid and it takes it`s toll
Don`t feel welcome here, don`t feel home
Should get stoned
Don`t feel welcome here, don`t feel home
Could get stoned
Don`t have a cent, a cent to my name
oh lord
Couldn`t pay my debts even if i got rich from fame
oh lord
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Country Rose
03:26
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There's a pulse in the ground
There's a shatter in glass
There's life in the dust
And death in the grass
It creeps in the morning
It howls in the night
It roars in the last
Break of daylight
And you gotta know what you stand for
Because everyone says
The man ain't there anymore
You walk amongst weeds
You walk on cold steel
You walk in the waters
Hoping to heal
Like the sound of the trumpets
Like the music in a band
Like the cries you hear from
The harmonica man
And you have to get your head right
Because everyone says
The man ain't there anymore
It's hard to be good
It's hard to stay true
It's hard to walk miles when i know
Somewhere there's you
Some steal from their fathers and
Some steal very well
Some steal just to tumble down
The circles of hell
Some steal to kneel before the altair of god
Because everyone says
The man ain't there anymore
My mother is lovin
My father well known
My good friends dances,
But i dance alone
Because i've been forsaken
Because i've dissapeared
Because i have found reasons
To hide that i'm scared
And i am running like never before
Because everyone says
The man ain't there anymore
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5. |
Jackie Blue
03:34
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Jackie rode under city light
Go Jackie go they shout
Jackie buys one up
Then fucks it up in alleyways and boulewards
Last day together, last day in town
Rolled into the terminal
Rolled one up in the back of my car
If I`d retrace my steps could you see me
Could you guess the size of mye shoes
If I`d retrace my steps will you see me through
Jackie blue
Heard some talk from upstream
Said my old friend drowned
Guess I won`t be swimming there
Tomorrow or any day
Jackie blue
Jackie rode on the city bus
Go Jackie go they shout
If you claim to see it then you must believe it, Jackie blue
If I`d retrace my steps could you see me
Could you guess the size of mye shoes
If I`d retrace my steps will you see me through
Jackie Blue
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6. |
Two Lane Blacktop
03:06
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Slide just like Gretzky into the night
In her Two Lane Blacktop
Don`t stop for no red lights
Shouldn`t drink and drive
But boredom takes it toll
She`s gonna make it alright
Likes her Neil Young loud
from her `55 stereo
High tide and green grass
She oughta change her lane fast
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7. |
Southern Whiskey
03:27
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Southern whiskey lonely dance
Filling the sea with gravel
We got a long road to travel
This shiner's not going home tonight
Summer evening country girl
Take the wheel from my hands
Let's not stand a chance
Anywhere in this long, slow life
City highway runaway soul
Make the iron shoes burn
Catch every turn
There's too few hours in a day
There's too few hours in a day
Make those river sounds
The devil must be asleep some of these nights
The devil must be asleep some of these nights
Silent pending sunday blues
Among the ships in their bottles
With their hards sealed throttles
Your man's not coming home today
Rusty voice, heartache gun
There's mist in the garden
Where the cold ground have hardened
And there is nobody in sight
People, friends, family burns
Away in the filter
The cage that i built here
No one will know i am gone
No one will know i am gone
Make those river sounds
The Devil must be asleep some of these nights
The devil must be asleep some of these nights
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Tarantula
02:08
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Shaken by your weight
I know a thousand different ways
Out of the sands that keep me covered
I've never missed my home
You would see it on my face
But i can't sleep in your grip no longer
In the streets of the young mans world
Where life and death is absent
We drift like children, whimper like dogs
And the bitter moon is strange and bent
Far out there in space
I'm sure there is a place
Where things like you are growing
I've been silent for a year
With the smog fillin my gaze
And my bones are a-getting slender
In the streets of the young mans world
Where life and death is absent
We drift like children, whimper like dogs
And the bitter moon is strange and bent
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9. |
Homebound Stories
02:49
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Earth is coming to an end
I'm looking for a friend
Things are getting hollow
Girl got me thinking of a song
But i think i got it wrong
Or so says my bottled sorrow
This town swallows you whole
Burn away your soul
Say you're sorry
Get young, then get born
Can't tell that you're worn
Take pride and glory
Homebound Stories
Drive that car way down south
With whiskey in my mouth
Away from summer
The taste of bitter defeat
I have left in my backseat
The front's for my brother
Make this highway roar
That's what roads are for
Catch that spanish breeze and
Maybe one day we'll go home
When everything's been roamed
And we'll die in peace then
Homebound Stories
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Vincent '66
03:17
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I was once a king
Tried to play it down
Had to hide in a corner
Forced to lower the sound
O my voice and when I spoke
It sounded so weak
Cover me Jesus Christ
But You`re as dumb as I
All I do is squeak
Got ten good hours of sleep last night
Though I woke up the same
So i slept ten more
Cover me Jesus Christ
But You`re as dumb as I
Don`t waste good advice away
Now they`re snorting k and sleep in parks
Couldn`t wash the dirt away
From my shoes
Even if I tried
Cover me Jesus Christ
But You`re as dumb as I
Cover me Jesus Christ
But You`re as dumb as I
Cover me Jesus Christ
But I`m as dumb as you
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11. |
Brother Virgil
06:00
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Met these town boys talkin' bout being born
And they scare the living hell outta me sometimes
They say that being born is going blind
That's a lot to hide behind
My hometown left me a long time ago
The city lights sleeps in the ripples of the sea
Wild boys never die, so they say
But how can any really live this way?
Brother Virgil, brother virgil
Don't leave me now
Don't leave me now
As long as you don't walk around, saying i didn't try
Then I can maybe settle with laying down
We'll fall asleep to the cricket's chip
As the fog covers the highway strip
And if i wake in the darkness of the night
You oughta tell med that wild boys tale
Wild boys never die, so they say
There's someone out there living that way
Brother Virgil, brother virgil
Don't leave me now
Don't leave me now
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Weekday hours slouching on
Here comes tip toing Tom
Doing his thing
And the town's celebration
Riddled with desperation
Goes over his head
It could be nice someday
To write in the dew on the window
Say you did good
Your tip toing days are over
Your tip toing days are over
The meek on the port is resting
Face turned another way
There's tumbling waves
And the muse on the rocks is naked
Spinning blonding locks
You make me lonely
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Port Of Saints Kingdom of Norway
2014 and onwards-
Port Of Saints is created by the young and promising Erik Lindo and Tom Vigebo,
the true visionaries of Southern-Norway coastline.
In the span of the summer of 2014 the duo produced and released three full length album inspired by different kinds of folk rock n' roll. In early 2016 they released a brand new single, still keeping the true vision fresh and flattering
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