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No Mystery In That
03:40
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Light on, in the attic, there's no mystery in that
Burn on, midnight lovers, there's no mystery in that
Static cuts through nothing, now you stalking your lover's eyes
There's no mystery in my motives, I want what I need
Don't you think about why
Why, Why, Why...
I love a good celebration and a jealous woman
Makes my jaw tighten up, shivers down my spine
There's no mystery in my motives, I want what I need
Don't you think about why
Why, Why, Why...
Light on, in the attic, there's no mystery in that
Burn on, midnight lovers, there's no mystery in that.
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2. |
Standing On A Hiway Ramp
04:38
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Standing on the highway ramp, underneath the moon
Reeling from the Beam and Cokes and the serving spoon
El Dorado stops and waits, I climb in
Where am I going, what am I getting myself in?
Fall into a comfy seat, turning with my hand
Extended to the demon who, who's a lonesome man
Whatcha doin out so late, you got a girlfriend?
This could get ugly, he wants to touch my skin
Ooooh, the marriage of an old friend
Ooooh, I bargain with a dead man
Run into the Circle K, trying to find my head
Everything seems hazy now, I'd love to find my bed
He let me off near the alley, about a mile from home
I've never felt better, about being alone
Ooooh, the marriage of an old friend
Ooooh, I bargain with a dead man
Time to bargain with the moonbeams, this'll be alright
I got to think on my feet, I'm heading home tonight
From an old fashioned Southern feast, a cochon de lait
Drop me off at the next exit, I will be ok
Ooooh, the marriage of an old friend.
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Dogs
04:16
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Out in the front yard dog is tied to post, he stands and barks at the road
His name is Jones, black and white and brown, he stands and barks at the road
He'd share his home if Justin came around, they'd stand and howl at the road
1,200 miles and still he hasn't found, no longer bark at the road
Sun gonna rise no matter what, no matter what you do or what you say
You can feel real low down, sun gonna come up either way
Out by and old shed, Jones can be found, he stands and stares at the yard
The noise he makes it is his one true friend, he stands alone in the yard
The city's hot on this side of town, he's tired of watching the cars
The dreams he hides can keep his heart alive, he's just trying to survive
Sun gonna rise no matter what, no matter what you do or what you say
You can feel real low down, sun gonna come up either way
He's just trying to survive.
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4. |
Luperon Nites
01:45
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I was living on the beach in the Luperon,
trying to find new ways to get it on
So pop another pill and raise your glass,
hold onto tomorrow, today won't last
Luperon Nites, Luperon Nites...
(Oh this old thing, I found it up in the mangroves, like an old toy somebody just threw away, yeah, we made it into something, I dunno an old bike tire or milk jug or something, go on and send it, airmail.)
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Buzzards
05:07
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If I were a buzzard, I'd be picking on the bones
And if I were a hunter, I'd be going home alone
My dreams, my dreams
Strange celebration, festival of lights
Lit by the embers of a thousand lost nights
My dreams, my dreams
My dreams
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Midnite On Pearl Beach Chicago, Illinois
A 1981 El Camino rumbles down the side street, speakers busted, but still full of magic and life...Midnite On Pearl Beach
emblazoned on the side.
Dark, dreamy, soulful rock-and-roll, spearheaded by Louisiana born, Chicago-resident Justin Jahnke, Midnight On Pearl Beach is Justin's take on psychedelic rock, trippy folk, and poppy rhythm and blues.
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