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Jericho Gap
02:35
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Twenty Seven souls to the right
beyond the Jericho Gap that I abandoned tonight
I've got the engine slowing down to a crawl
border town religion and a prayer for them all
but desolation is the law of the land
yeah, the dead held the deed but the deed turned to sand
on the road they left forsaken reaching out from the coast
marked as the mother of death my god I'm chasing a ghost
Pray tell? Are we on the Glory Road or the highway to hell?
Great gods that decorated the skies
reduced to old derelicts for the rare passer-by
transfixed out on the edges of town
with the broke curios and the joints crumbling down
near the relics of a Hudson sedan
slouch hats overalls and all the dust in their hands
on a road that led our spirits to the edge of the pier
marked as the mother of death my god she stranded us here
they said "If we're on the highway to hell then we're already dead."
Twenty Seven souls to the right
beyond the Jericho Gap that I abandoned tonight
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Paradise Lost
03:25
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Bless the lackluster heart and the soul of this place
though the spirit of death walks the halls every night with smile on her face I abandoned all hope once she turned down the light
now I live out the dreams of the dead men that dwell in the shadows at night
velvet visions of grace in their old picture frames faded forms solely versed in the knowledge of sin on the fringes of fame
There's a shape of a the cross on a gold plaster wall all the blood that was shed for the bones in my bed raising hell down the hall
resurrecting what's left from the throes of desire if it's paradise lost I'll be counting the cost in the ashes and fire
velvet visions of grace sacred doves etched in time every inch of them painted and pierced through the skin be it damned or divine
be it damned or divine
stacked our cheap souvenirs on the cracked window sill
put my face in my hands and I whispered a prayer to god we all killed
I abandoned all hope once she turned down the light
now I live out the dreams of the dead men that dwell in the shadows at night...in the shadows at night
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That July Flood
03:46
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I want to make my secrets known
out on a lost highway alone
longing to wake the sleeping dead
all of the spirits in my head
nothing but hard luck tales to tell
stacked at the golden gates of hell
I left a trail of tears and blood
wild as a raging July flood
a trail of tears and blood
that July Flood
Died in a land that rusted red
carry my bones to the river bed
longing to set my spirit free
all of the ghosts inside of me
nothing but hard luck tales to tell
stacked at the golden gates of hell
I left a trail of tears and blood
wild as a raging July flood
a trail of tears and blood
that July Flood
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Forty Watt Moon
04:37
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There's a beating heart in this old caged machine
and a broken hymn that I can't bare to sing
there's a road we took and every dream that died
with our last sacred page on the passenger side
yeah our whiskey breath bent the metal roof
and all the love we brewed it was a 100 proof
from a dance floor still in a ghost town saloon
the colored lights flashing in praise
in praise of a Forty Watt Moon
I earned these bloodshot eyes on down a trail of tears
to a broken hymn that I can't bare to hear
there's a road we took by God it's running on
and I'd chase after you but hell, the transmissions gone
where the gasoline done turned to sour mash
every gauge ran too hot hell, it lit up the dash
in a tumbleweed blaze and a smokestack perfume
I'm going to burn for our sins by the light
of a Forty Watt Moon
yeah, come on follow me down by the river side
where the waters rose and all that magic died
every holy house fell in some old raging flood
the chapel doors sank like a barge in the mud
where our whiskey breath done bent the metal roof
but all the love we brewed it was a 100 proof
from a dance floor still in a ghost town saloon
the colored lights flashing in praise
in praise
of a Forty Watt Moon
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Golden gods of the desert and their faithful would all gather here
Beauty gilded in glitter the legends of an ancient frontier
in a match made in Vegas made famous throughout the free world
Bikini Bull Riding, cold beer and those damned dirty girls
bygone prophecies written in Stardust and old tattoo flash
laid to rest on some sweet sullen angel in a mudslide of cash
on a marquee of neon in shades of blue diamond and pearl
that read "Bikini Bull Riding, Cold beer and those damned dirty girls"
they come mourning at midnight in pallid forms so debonair
just to raise up their ten gallon hats and dead cowboy's prayer
for all those damned old dirty girls...
Golden gods became ghosts of the heavenly host's bagatelle
while the spoils of their trade dance a slow promenade into hell
in a match made in Vegas made famous throughout the free world
Bikini Bull Riding, cold beer and those damned dirty girls
Bikini Bull Riding, cold beer and those damned dirty girls
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Ford Marriage
03:33
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I met a punk'd out cocktail waitress on a restless Wednesday night
at the Waxtown City Diner looking halfway out of sight
small town living left her rode hard damned near put away wet
not yet
Yeah we stole on down the road in a junkyard auction Ford
making love in every Motel that a boy could afford
until we burned through all our money 'bout the time the engine
froze who knows?
I need to get caught up but she can't sit still
that newborn baby she's a coming with a gas tank left to fill
They say you never pay for happiness with hundred dollar bills oh no
I'll trade fan belt and a hub cap for a suit coat and a tie
we'll use her panties as a veil and wrap an oil rag round her thigh
make a bouquet out of tumble weeds and hold on till we die
my, my....yeah...my, my
We had ourselves a cool Ford Marriage till the spring of 83
turns out house of love won't run on truck stop grease and gasoline
I heard she settled down in Lincoln and our baby's twenty five...just drive
Sometimes I take that road to Waxtown just to have a look around
and haul what's left of all this heartache to rambling side of town
where the old man still remembers how to run a good time down...slow down
I never got caught up I guess it wasn't meant to be
and if you love someone they tell you that you've got to set them free
but all this freedom burns like hell in every broken part of me...of me...
But I still got that dirty suit coat and that Sally Ann bow tie
and every memory of her naked with that oil rag round her thigh and
every time I see a tumble weed I shake my head and sigh
My My...yeah My, My
I met the only girl I loved on a restless Wednesday night
at the Waxtown City Diner looking halfway out of sight
small town living left her rode hard damned near put away wet
not yet...no, net yet
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Graveyard Honey
03:34
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down at the bottom where the sugar meets the bone
when the old girl comes a knocking boy she won't leave you alone
and so she claims another body bores a hole straight through the brick
Lord the harvest it's a coming and you'd better sow it quick
before they wake
come keep your take
Smoke out the kettle strong enough to calm the queen
but if the drones wake up at midnight douse the yard with gasoline
because the fire will leave no trace and mother nature takes it's own
we'll give the bodies to the devil and the gold to god alone
they're living still
upon that hill
Measure time
we are the damned and divine
call down the kingdom to come
no winding roads left to run (come like a thief in the night)
no goodbyes (called down from glory)
the world doesn't end till you die
beneath our feet
death tastes so sweet
Measure time we are the damned and divine
call down the kingdom to come
no winding roads left to run (come like a thief in the night)
no goodbyes (called down from glory)
the world doesn't end
till you die
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The Company I Keep
03:16
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What's left in my cup is so black
I know I can't go back
I'm playing host
grieving the ghost
of days come and gone
I fell in love so deep
it shook my soul to sleep
broke me in two
dreaming of you
now that you're gone
all of these roads done lead me to hell and back
the company I keep would make a lesser man weep
and all that know
this plaintive heart still beats
and I'll mill these dead end streets
upend the night
and search for the light
that leads me to you
all of these roads stretch on for eternity
with nowhere to hide from the devils inside
and all that know
I fell in love so deep
it shook my soul to sleep
broke me in two
dreaming of you
now that you're gone
broke me in two
dreaming of you
now that you're gone
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Exodus
03:21
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I'll pave a highway
some great glory road
abandon these ruins and forfeit my soul
time waits for no one
and I'm fading to gray
I'd pray for salvation but I've lost my way
No semblance of passion
only dust and desire
when pray Lord I'm longing for ashes and fire
But I'm too old for romance
too stubborn to die
and I'd conjure a feeling but I'd only cry
If the dead don't weep
and we all move on
let the red dirt lay and soon I'll be gone
If the dead don't weep
and we all move on
let the red dirt lay and soon I'll be gone
I'll pave a highway
some great glory road
abandon these ruins and forfeit my soul
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Lodestar
03:13
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pale white lights
forged in a candescent vision
a red Texas sky like the mercy on high in the distance
all night ride
the roadside a lodestar before us
a lone angel fell and death rode up from hell in a chorus
Oh, I am the spirit of that lonesome highway
and I reap every soul on that wearisome road up to glory
love remains in the wreckage of hope and desire
laid to waste by this wicked old world and consumed in the fire
Oohhhh....
Oh, I am the spirit of that lonesome highway
and I reap every soul on that wearisome road up to glory
love remains in the wreckage of hope and desire
laid to waste by this wicked old world and consumed in the fire
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Take a wide road pull into a turn-style diner in the shadows of a lustrous night with a smokehouse waitress marinating in a river born of bourbon under blood red light drink a swill so hot it'll cook your spit where the sugar never touched no cream hell the mud's so sacred that it's practically a legend don't your criticize a goddamn thing
Take a wide road pull into the turn-style diner where the lonesome go to lose their way hell, you can gnash your teeth while you chew a little coffee with the angel of the lost hi-way
the angel of the lost hi-way
At the motel stag take your last good drag flick the ashes to the concrete tile with broken bottles from the dirge poised to ravage and purge every drifter down a po-dunk mile
find an angel that'll do for a night or two in the darkness of a sumptuous dive let it rattle and roll till you're ready to forget her boy your never getting out alive at the motel stag take your last good drag hell they hope you will enjoy your stay and you can blow your dime on a starlet that was mine known as the angel of the lost hi-way
The angel of the lost hi-way
these dead end dreams and detours Lord they haunt my soul
just to resurrect what's dead to cull the fire below
her riven halo shining like the setting sun
yeah, upon the wheels of death I'll ride to rule this h-way by her side...
there's a chapel up ahead where they're singing with the dead to the rhythm of a five stringed drum aching bodies still collide while they're ushered inside like they're calling down the kingdom come
drink a swill so clear it'll cast out fear where the copper turned the corn meal sour I'm singing "Get back Satan on the road behind" with the shakers at the judgment hour
Yeah there's a chapel up ahead where they're singing with the dead and the sinners go to kneel and pray they're singing get back Satan on the road behind to that angel of the lost hi-way drink a swill so clear it'll cast out fear where the lonesome go to lose their way leave your faith behind with the rambling kind and that angel of the lost hi-way
yeah-yeah the angel of the lost hi-way
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Mat D Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Mat D is a singer-songwriter from Sioux Falls SD. His music is described as hard luck Americana and bad man ballads. .
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