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1. |
Stuck on the Radio
03:55
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Broadcast placemat smile
A worn-out station dial
Feedback static eyes
All night transmission dies
This is what the ratings cost you
Though you find that you might be
Lost on the dial
You're stuck on the radio
I'm sure that you've heard this song before
Then you'll find
You're stuck on the radio
I'm sure that you've heard this song before
Up w the sunrise no surprise
That you're down in the driveway
Head from you're feet then they come & go
Shortwave bee-line to the nearest high
Then you're out on the parkway
Horn-blasts bleed from your stereo
This is what the ratings cost you
Though you find that you might be
Lost on the dial
You're stuck on the radio
Im sure that you've heard this song before
Then you'll find
You're stuck on the radio
Im sure that you've heard this song before
& every day you sing the same thing
& every day you sing the same thing
& every day you sing the same thing
The same thing...
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2. |
Mary, the Interstate...
04:03
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Mary, the interstate finally revealed my fate
I watched the sun burn red outside Virginia @ 6am
As I rode along I started to hum you this song
Something new & different than the motel dirge inside my head
It goes like this:
I love you, baby
& you're skin is white as stars
Mary, the human race is flawed & filled w hate
We can't change their minds
We can only sing the songs we write
& they go like this:
I love you, baby
As you sleep beneath the stars
Don't forget now...
I love you, baby
As you spin beneath the stars
You can only be who you are
Mary, the interstate winds & makes its way
It takes you far afield,
Where it's hard to know just what is real
When you're a long way
When you're a long way from home
when you're a long way...
Don't forget now...
I love you, baby
As you spin beneath the stars
We can only be who we are
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I shall not be moved from this here counter
I will not be told that I can't stay
I will not be made to sit in silence
I am not afraid
I shall not be burned w sticks of fire
I know why the hooded hide their face
Even though they hang high my father
I refuse to hate
& the blood of God comes pourin' down
To heal the faithful
& to feed the saints
& to grace the graceless
& I shall not be moved from this place
I will not be made to work for hours
I will not be pulled apart that way
I will not earn cancer for your dollars
I am not a slave
I shall not be moved from Love's table
Even though you take away my plate
I will eat the Bread of Life my brother
Even though you hate
To see the blood of God come pourin' down
To heal the faithful
& to feed the saints
& to grace the graceless
& I shall not be moved from this place
& I shall not be moved from this place
& I shall not be moved form this place
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You're all alone
& the voice that you hear down the hall
Is your mother's voice
Your mother's ghost
So you pick up the phone
You call & you let it ring & ring
Till you find out what you already know
There's nobody home
If you keep on running from
The hounds you can't escape
If you keep on reaching for
The hand you cannot save
There won't be any time to make your getaway
The money you spent
Is the money you stole from your sister's coat
After she went to bed
& it's time to repent
But you make your way
To The Astro Motel instead
w your cocaine eyes
If you keep on running from
The hounds you can't escape
If you keep on reaching for
The hand you cannot save
There won't be any time to make your getaway
All alone now in the valley sun
All alone again, down & out again
In the valley sun
The sound that you make
Is the sound of the key in the lock
When you turn it the wrong way & it breaks
If you keep on running from
The hounds you can't escape
If you keep on reaching for
The hand you cannot save
There won't be any time to make your getaway
You're out of time
It was 1987
School was out for good
The Hydra of Summer was upon us
Old people & dogs
Were droppin' like flies
That's the summer they found
Earl the Pearl dead in a dumpster
Behind The Tower Theatre
w his arm bent back behind him
Like a question mark
Yeah, that's the same Tower Theatre
Where those bikers shot
Kimber Reynolds in the head
Joe Michael Davis
Pushed his .357 into her ear
& pulled the trigger
For her purse...
He wanted her purse
Well, the cops caught up to him
Later on
& gunned him down in the street
But that was later, much later
That's the summer they found
Marilyn Gay Ward
Dead inside The Book Stall
The details of her murder
Were never released
& her killer was never found
they never found who killed Earl either
So here is the natural gospel of it all
All systems tower & collapse
& we babble in darkness
seeking foundations for other reconstructions
Knowing all along that what works always
Is nothing (David Bottoms)
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5. |
Asleep in a Cave
03:20
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Asleep in a cave
Ive been here for days
I don't know which song to sing
Or how to set you free
Asleep in a cave
Ive been here for days
I don't know which song to sing
Or how to set you free
From the nightmares child
From the high-wire wires
That you climb
& the way you scared me the most
Was when you smiled
& you sang the same thing to me
No matter how hard you tried
To save this symphony
& you played a silent reverie
Each & every time you tried
You tried to rescue me
From the nightmares child
From the high-wire wires
That we climb
& the way you scared me the most
Was when you smiled
Now I know it's time, it's time, it's time...
To quit this ruined verse we rehearsed
& tried to make it rhyme
We never made it rhyme
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6. |
Dear Kate/Ashes to Ashes
05:25
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The sailors came too late to celebrate
The mind-set was it's always gonna be this way
To make up for lost time
They drank & drank & drank
Ambitious ships set sail
& dashed their stupid dreams along the beach
Dear Kate
The story-tellers face was flat & grey
The policeman said,
"Take all your hidden things
& please quietly go away"
The prince, the thief, the poet he had
To wait & wait & wait
because the story never ends
& you know you can't depend upon me
Dear Kate
Major Tom was wrong
It's not lonely out in space
When your friends are gone
You're in a better place
Here we are right now until the end
Dear Kate
Here are right now until the end
St. George was waiting on a train
No one seemed to care
That The Hero had been slain
& The Beast that stole your love
He ate & ate & ate
Sometimes you just pretend
& make defeat your friend, won't you please
Dear Kate
Major Tom was wrong
it's not lonely out in space
When you're friends are gone
You're in a better place
Here we are right now until the end
Dear Kate
Here we are right now until the end
Ashes to ashes, funk to funky
We know Major Tom's a junkie
Strung out in heaven's high
Hitting an all-time low
My mama said to get things done
You better not mess w Major Tom (David Bowie)
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I'm waiting for my man
26 dollars in my hand
Up to Lexington 125
Feel sick & dirty
more dead than alive
I'm waiting for my man
Hey white boy
what you doin uptown?
Hey white boy
Chasin our women around
Oh pardon me sir
It's furthest from my mind
I'm just lookin' for a dear, dear friend of mine
I'm waiting' for my man
Here he comes
All dressed in black
PR shoes & a big straw hat
He's never early, he's always late
One thing I can tell you is
You always have to wait
Im waiting for my man
Up to a brownstone
Up three flights of stairs
Everybody body's pinned you
But nobody cares
He's got the works
He'll give you sweet taste
But then I gotta run man
I ain't got no time to waste
I'm waiting for my man
Baby don't you holler
Baby don't you scream & shout
I'm feeling good
I'm gonna work it on out
I'm feeling good
I'm feeling oh so fine
Until tomorrow
But that's just another time
I'm waiting for my man
Clouds are usual white & sinister
Delivered in accumulated waves
Bursting forth into bright, white foam
So man violations of the spirit
The stone of imagination broken to rubble
The quick hammer
Carried from there to here
On this distal trip from birth
The way K cleared out in a Uhaul
Leaving only dust mangled on the floor
& a note
The note said this:
"Marc, I hope you get Syphilis!"
Three days w an eye to the peephole
The curved world outside
The herd I run w is full of chewed tongues
I'm a trailer-park Aeneas
Flung form the ruined city of noise
Destitute & beleaguered Troy
A burning white riddle behind me
I'm always looking for a home
Be kind,
Whoever you may be, relieve our trouble
Tell us under what heaven we've come @ last - Virgil
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8. |
What You Cannot Have
03:25
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When you faced the first one
It just burned, then was warm
& it took your heart
It's what you cannot have
There was hate
When you were young
it turned to rage
@ what you'd become
& it made you want
What you cannot have
She said,
"Remember me son
Don't waste all of your love
There can be only one
Don't waste all of your love
Because your heart can't hold
What it cannot have"
I guess it made you real small
Now that you
Can stand up tall
& all your life
It's what you cannot have
& all your life
It's what you cannot have
& al your life
It's what you cannot have
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True Love will find you in the end
You'll find out just who was your friend
Don't be sad I know you will
Don't give up until
True Love will find you in the end
This is a promise w a catch
Only if you're looking
Will it find you
True Love is searching too
How will it recognize you
Unless you step out into The Light
Don't be sad I know you will
Don't give up until
True Love will find you in the end
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Marc Delgado Woodstock, New York
Marc Delgado is a singer/songwriter from Woodstock, NY. His new record: Wildwood Road is a psychedelic, poetic, cinematic coming home story. A blend of harrowing accounts of addiction & madness & the surprising & healing power of love. Recorded @ Hurley Sound w partner Producer/Engineer/Multi-Instrumentalist Justin Tracy. Wildwood Road is a bold statement & a hat thrown into the ring. ... more
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