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Never heard your song on the radio
That's the way it goes, noone knows
Feed off the egos, ego of an unknown hero
Don't go to the shows, that's the way it goes
The empire never came and went, no one ever got the hint
So don't go and blow you mind off, you just might make it after all
You're still young and have the looks, it's not yet written in the books
Just play, and stay, find a way, don't think it's so easy to fall
The sweet smell of suckcess, it's a mess, that you never got the chance to smell
But they say you've gotta make the best out of it, try to love it, Heaven or Hell
With no fame, the depression, sunk in, cut throat situation
With no name, the profession, under skin, begun a fluctuation of perpetuation
Never heard your song on the radio
That's the way it goes, noone knows
Feed off the egos, ego of an unknown hero
Don't go to the shows, that's the way it goes
New so-called artificial 'stars', never had to pay their dues in bars, for years on end
People like you V. them, could never swim, in the same deep sea
They just like it fake, radio ready mistake, where there's nothing to see
Wish you had something to believe in, so you wouldn't have to leave again, the road is your only frind
Never heard your song on the radio
That's the way it goes, noone knows
Feed off the egos, ego of an unknown hero
Don't go to the shows, that's the way it goes
"Hobo News"
Living in the streets, like a bum
Basically, it's life in a slum
The Hobo News is a-cryin' tears of shame
The Hobo News are a-callin' my name
Livin' with the likes of Woody and the rest of the gang
It was the coldest winter in 17 years, but it's where we sang
The guitars kill fascist, and I kill crime
Bobby killed the common, and it took time
We were dust-bowl folkies, and he was the kid
He could really sing it, dont believe it, noone did
And Ramblin' Jack was there too, not a moment to late
Soon John Prine filled the kingdom, had the key to the gate
It wasn't fashionable, it was talkin'
If you wanna boo, you better start walkin'
'Cause we were never gonna stop, this is our grave
It's in the slums, we are the bums, easy as it comes
The people they heckle, and we're a slave
It's in the slums, we are the bums, easy as it comes
The New York Times said he was a bright new face
Is that some kind of phrase, for the man who changed this place
And the times we are mute, noone will know what be is weird
And all the days that we are here, we are the ones who need to be feared
For the people are the animals, and the animals need to be killed
With their guns, bombs and words, so many things that cant be healed
And if we had a story
It'd be, 'Bound For Glory'
Go to the news stand, pick up a copy of the Hobo News
We dont need a band, to know that we're deep in the blues
It's in the slums, we are the bums, easy as it comes
It's in the slums, we are the bums, as easy as it comes
"See You At The Show"
They call this, the battle of good versus evil
After the kiss, we still need some kind of upheavil
I'm so sorry, they call this a waste of time
It's not a real job, it's not even a perfect rhyme
But i try, just to die, with something to leave behind
And i cry, I don't know why, you can't be mine, and i don't mind
It's what you asked, I knew it could never last, so i'll accept it in a song
And maybe you'll hear it someday, when i'm away, and i can hear you sing along
And these 6-strings, and a voice that sings, will always cry out your name
When i go solo, maybe tomorrow at the show, i can give myself the blame
Like a long lost friend, or a lover till the end, i need to know you
So many things, i can do and sing, i need to show you
But the time is not right, not tonight, we're to far
If only you could meet me, you could beat me, to the bar
And i'd let you in, time and time again, just for the fun
'Cause when i was away, for just a day, anyways, had to ask if i could see the gun
But now i could take the ride, and die by your side, and it would be heaven on earth
And the people in the crowd, they're always allowed, when i hear them it feels like birth
But now i know, it's just a show, and nothing to take to my grave
And all these songs, don't get me wrong, in my life it's all i ever gave.
"Whiskeytown Memories"
Open a curtain in your bedroom,
and listen to the sound of the pourin' rain
Everynight, you get on your bended knees,
and ask the good lord to take away the pain
He doesn't answer your question,
just adds more pressure to it, you know
And as the rain comes down so soft and calm,
will it be this way tomorrow
...and you're tryin', but the times,
they are a-changin' along with every street corner
Compairing the things that are easy to do,
you could just lie, should expect it from a mourner
You get so tired, but there is no escape,
there are just rainy days and sun in your eyes
You look for a man, but there are none around,
but you wont have to live this way forever, it's just life's unfunny surprise
You dream away the place you're from,
just to realize you can never leave
And it's not a joke, just a situation
that you just cant believe
...and your weary eyes are wondering,
for a hand to hold onto
But just like all the times before,
there is noone to help you
But you have memories and photographs
And all the simple things in life to help you laugh
You have memories and photographs
All the simple things in life to help you laugh...help you laugh.
"Can Never Last"
I'll write down, all the bad things of the past
You can't change it, 'cause it can never last
And you can't convince me, I will always be alone
They let you leave, but you're still at home
Maybe yesterday wasn't the right time, neither was today
Better luck tomorrow my dear, this is no place to stay
Death and lies, they kill us somewhere inside
there's no way to forget, who lied and who died
Beauty queens, they don't mean a thing, cant attract me with looks
You could drown me in whiskey, sober me with vodka, and steal my books
You can out wrestle my ideas, they never catch you hold for hold
And age doesn't mean a thing, it never gets old, if truth be told
I have no regrets, debts, or cigarettes, just an empty mind
And you could follow behind, if you could catch up and find
I drank to much, to stay in touch
It wasn't a crush, just a midnight rush
So alone in the night, and the depression sanks in to deep
Can't forget the holidays, can't keep on my feet or even sleep
Lonely, I've been there before, so you're not alone
Today, you could have gone away, but you weren't thrown a bone
I'll write down, all the bad things of the past
You can't change it, 'cause it can never last
"The Fool, Being Myself"
They say, love is for fools, so here i am being myself
Today, love has no rules, because i dont have anyone else
A beautiful face, belongs to a girl that i've seen, long ago
A depressing place, where i'm at and need a new scene, tomorrow
Here i am, singing for a girl again, but she doesn't hear my song
Here i stand, head in hands when, it's all gone so wrong
They may say, she'll never give me a chance, but oh, well
Find a way, after all, i've never known romance, only time can tell
Where am I going, i dont know if i belong, but i've got to stay
What's worth knowing, if it's all turning out wrong, i need a better day
And where is she, the only girl that means a thing, better not be lost
She could save me, from all the depression i sing, love comes at such a cost
We could take a walk, through lonely street and the avanue, just to be alone
We could have a talk, discuss the better points of me and you, and the things we never known
They say, love is for fools, so here i am being myself
Today, love has no rules, because i dont have anyone else,anyone else
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