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We drove out through the dust,
Past the abandoned buildings
& run-down warehouses.
Out to the Kingdom of Grapes
& the Luminous Peach Trees.
Out to where the chain-link fence
Bent down beneath the weight of an ancient tree.
They were all there:
Fathers & Mothers,
Sisters & Liars & Killers...
They were all buried there.
I left that town & moved north
Where the river cut the city in half
& the trouble I made kept me up for days.
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California
03:48
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Grapes cut a long, green scar
Across the face of the Valley floor.
Like all wounds it tells the song
Of how the West was won.
Out in California...
The harbour town's a killing floor
Washed w methamphetamine.
& all the longshoreman's hands they bleed
Through a cracked glove upon the wheel.
Out in California, you'll find the sun.
Up north the capital gain
Make the rules for everyone.
A man w a suit & a chain
He's w you then he's gone.
Crowned w a headful of thorns
Sodom & maybe Gomorrah
Out in California...
They spend their nights in bars,
then they ride off in a stretch limousine.
Maps to the movie stars,
Because they wanna make you believe...
Out in California
Out in California
Out in California
You'll find the sun.
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There was a time & a place
I felt the wheel & it's grace
King Harvest sang in the field.
So we drank to what we made
Then the season changed
Soon I felt the long & the slow decay.
Why must I be the thief?
Why must you see my grief?
I can't explain what comes over me.
Then I was crushed by the weight
I hung it all up & I waved
Goodbye to the crowds & the hands from the stage.
A whispering sound I received
though the pines & the trees
In a motel dream I swam from the beach to the sea.
Why must I be the thief?
Why must you see my grief?
Tears of rage roll down my cheeks
I can't explain what comes over me.
Home so far away
Home so far away
Home so far away
Why must I be the thief?
Why must you see my grief?
Tears of rage roll down my cheeks
I can't explain what comes over me.
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The room was rich w magazines
The chain had been released.
In the darkness, you could see
Her fingers sick w rings.
There were no more wedding bells
& the planes had split the trees.
There you sat on the edge of the bed
W The Queen of the London Scene.
It was a time of infamy
A time of fallen kings.
in the courtroom you'd been laid bare
The truth had been decreed.
You thought you might get away
Oh you thought that you might break free...
That's when you found out
That you'd been ensnared
By The Queen of the London Scene.
In the orchard while you dreamed
A shadow did appear.
There was something cold & dark
Poured in your ear.
You tried to listen & you tried to hear
But there were only screams.
& a mouthful of bad advice
From The Queen of the London Scene.
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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,
Oh 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 dropping 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.
Yea, 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...
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Mary, the Interstate...
03:29
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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...
& your wrists are 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
We can only be just who we are.
Mary, the interstate
It winds & makes it's way
& 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
You can only be just who you are.
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Fugue
04:02
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I made my way like an angry fool.
Across the railroad veins & all the shit I pulled.
I changed my way, but the world's the same.
Now I'm never going back again.
I'm looking to you to guide me.
I'm telling the truth it's all behind me.
Because I wanna live where you can find me.
I'm looking to you to guide me.
She came to me & she made me see,
That I was free, that I didn't have to live on repeat.
I'm here to stay, I see you clearly.
It's what I do now, not what I say.
I'm looking to you to guide me.
I'm telling the truth it's all behind me.
Because I wanna live where you can find me.
I'm looking to you to guide me.
Ghosts never leave
They're all living there inside you.
it's hard to see w no memories to guide you.
No memories to guide you.
No memories.
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Conquistador Blues
03:17
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There you stood on furrowed ground
Where you once were king.
Now you sit w your Spanish Dolls
& the bullfights on t.v.
Set in your ways, you never came around.
The son that you raised
Was the one that brought me down.
On & on your river runs.
The lonely San Joaquin.
From the banks of a mighty flood
I rose an angry sea.
I couldn't be tamed.
I wouldn't settle down.
The boy your son raised
Was the one who let him down.
The moon stole away
Your Andalusian blood.
Now I'm all that remains of your name
& the strange & brave men of Spain.
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Once, when I was five
I slipped along the bottom
Of an underground pool
That had been emptied out.
I fell backwards striking
The back of my head.
It was like walking along
The surface of the Moon,
Or, meandering
The Dunes of Mars
In defiance of the atmosphere.
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Mr. Sorrow Strikes Again
04:37
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I knew you'd come dressed in a sweater.
I know you'll stay, stay through the winter.
& when we are done, I'll feel much better.
I'd rather be dead, than sit here & wonder
About you...
The things that you sell:
The Heatwaves of August;
The Freeways & The London Motel.
Can you be kind?
I'll never be rid of
The feelings you always remind me of.
Your smile & your charm,
Waltzing through Fresno in summer.
I'll be alright again,
Once you've left my side.
Downtown is cold, the chill can be bitter.
it's hard on the bums & the girls on the corner.
When I see those lives on fire
I know that it's you behind the pyre.
Yes, you...
& the things that you sell:
The Bookstore Killer;
The Freeways & The London Motel.
Trouble be kind.
Across the bridge to West Sacramento.
I'll be alright again
Once you're by my side.
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What you Cannot Have
03:27
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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 you're 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.
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Souls Repeating
01:50
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When I use my eyes
When I use my eyes
I can see the sunrise
I can see the sunrise
Here we are
When I wave goodbye
When I wave goodbye
I hope that you will be there
I hope that you will be there
When I came back home
Here we are
Lucky that we came this far
Wildwood Road
Wildwood Road
Wildwood Road
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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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