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Evergreen
02:52
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Dance upon the morning light of the Atalntic
Watch it dive into the west hills every night
Try and wade my way through the static
Crawl on back to the catacombs awhile
It’s not the dollars or the damned we should be saving
Cashing in your thoughts and prayers won't help us now
We could homestead on the edge of armageddon
It’s not the fall that does you in baby it’s the ground
Hey California
Prodigal daughter
I’m going to build myself a barn when this blows over
With my brother
We’ll carry water
My your desires stay alive and evergreen
Being alone is the only thing we’ve done together
I can’t complain about the company I keep
It sure beats flapping gums about the weather
But pouring out my lungs is what I need
Well it don’t matter
Hell or high water
You’ve got to find something you love and just surrender
We’re singing under
The roaring thunder
May you’re desire stay alive and evergreen
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2. |
Everybody Out Here
04:22
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You take my ring you take my name
Keep taking everything that you want to take
I built a kingdom on a fruitless plain
Flooded it with love and washed it away
Everybody out here wants something to fight for
Everybody out here’s got something in mind
The road may be long but you’re making it longer
Just as long as everybody thinks we tried
I lost my place and I lost my house
It’s the price you pay just to find yourself
Pull down the clouds just to ring them out
Fill up the river and the seal off the mouth
The days got hard but the nights were worse
There’s a reason everybody’s always singing this verse
Nobody moves and nobody gets hurt
Bury the ballast and bulldoze the dirt
Try to love some kind of work
Everybody out here wants something to fight for
(as long as everybody thinks we tried)
Everybody out here’s got something in mind
(something to hold at the end of the night)
Everybody out here wants something to fight for
(this ain’t my home but it’ll do just fine)
Just as long as everybody thinks we tried
(Im already alright)
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3. |
When My Day Comes
03:26
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When I die it’ll be alright don’t want to put no one out
Oh the bittersweet by and by is sure to come around
Save the backs of the cadillacs for the rest of this town
Don’t you waste no wood on me don’t you misplace no ground
Come on baby won’t you help me get my boots on
Because I don’t want to be inside when my day comes
When it’s time it’ll be alright I don’t care where I go
But I ain’t wasting my time alive because there’s no way to know
I’ll take a sky of muscadine or some golden coast
Right beside the firelight baby that's all she wrote
Come on baby won't you help me get my boots on
Because I don’t want to be inside when my day comes
I don’t care where the clean air comes from
But I don’t want to be inside when my day comes
When I’m gone won’t you sing this song I don’t care if it’s changed
Because we die a second time when no one remembers our names
I’ll be fine in the morning light on some astral plain
Getting high with some friends of mine wasting our lives away
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4. |
Hill Country Choir
03:40
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Waiting on a hill country choir
Praying to a duct tape messiah
Holding on to my glow like a pawnshop amplifier
Waiting on a hill country choir
Crucified by the sight of the southern cross
While the northern lights still linger in the loft
Just because you're not wandering doesn't mean you're not getting lost
Crucified by the sight of the southern cross
Loving you always seemed to go down fine
Then again so does everything in time
I'm tripping on my words I'm sipping on day old wine
If you've got the wings then babe you better fly
The road became the answers to my prayers
There was something hanging naked in the air
I didn't know where I was going but I sure was getting there
The road became the answers to my prayers
I'm going where the harbor meets the sky
And a dreadnaught I can likely hide behind
I'm rolling my bones back home and taking time
I'm going where the harbor meets the sky
When the fever breaks we'll all see the light
We're calico sheets on a frayed laundry line
If you've got the wings then babe you better fly
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5. |
Dog Days
03:47
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Do you remember the dog days baby?
We ran them into the ground
Counting cars under cranes in the city
Patron saint of the lost and found
There might’ve been a bit of hard luck coming
But it’s bound to break the more you bend
An old soul on the floor tom drumming
Grabbing hold to anything he can
Cowboys crying from the killing floor
Ain’t nobody dying like that anymore
I can’t remember those first days baby
Just the burning street beneath my shoes
Smashed glass from a drag rat running
From the lady of the Guadalupe
We’re all waiting for that second coming
This nostalgia’s wearing thin
Hail hail east Austin baby
There’s a cold front coming in
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6. |
Western Medicine
04:15
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I see ocotillo swaying when the west wind blows
Drawing lines in the dust that falls across the dash
I’ve got a week of work a waiting whenever I get home
Make a few hundred bucks and pray to god it lasts
Adios staccato road signs
It's hard to know what to crow about
Western medicine at sunrise
Whoa letting go never let me down
The sky’s a different kind back where I come from
Dry lightning strikes and slowly fades to black
It’s might be the same stars but it sure ain’t the same sun
Wipe the sleep from my eyes before I fade to black
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7. |
The Weary and the Wicked
04:50
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Every house on this street’s got a new coat of paint
You’re the only thing that looks the same
Drive the avenues with the indian names
It’s hard getting use to these kinds of things
It’s hard getting use to these kinds of things
Fiberglass curls and a cadillac grace
You Irish Catholic girls always start straight laced
You’ve got an early taste for wine now you’re flooding the gates
Saturday night don’t like Sunday
Saturday night don’t like Sunday
So wherever you may wander
I wish you the best
But you’re humming like a hurricane in my chest
Humming like a hurricane in my chest
Go and take your time just don’t take too long
It hard reading minds when you’re speaking in tongues
I was coming on quick I was coming on strong
The weary and the wicked won’t wait so long
The weary and the wicked won’t wait so long
Rake away the dead leaves
Breaking limbs off the family tree
You can blame it on the wind the storms rolling in across the bay
No longer wait for goodbyes
No longer lock the door at night
As the tan line from my wedding band fades away
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Holidays and Hospitals
04:31
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It’s getting cold out on the coast
They’ve closed the bars and pulled the boats
Take it slow on the frontage roads awhile
I shot five holes in my radio
My television told me so
At least my phone will keep me warm at night
Swear off all the things that we don’t know
Like holidays, hotels, and hospitals
I’d kill for a little company
A bit of armchair alchemy
I don’t care if it’s only for the night
Coriander charcoal smoke
I burn my mail I burn my notes
Would you rather feed the family or the fire?
Oh isn’t nice we all live in a time
Where everybody’s right no matter what it is they find
It’s gonna be alright just give it some time
Sure we’re all dying but no one’s going nowhere tonight
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9. |
The Last of the Buffalo
03:44
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Long leaf pine running long ways down the hall
Milled up in the magnolia state
Copper line and horse hair in the walls
Trade it in for something smooth and straight
There ain’t nothing like cut rate suburban sprawl
Let’s knock it out boys so we can get paid
Marlboro lights, tall cans and adderall
Whatever you need to get through the day
I miss my ocean I need that sky
Under Orion I’ll get on by
I’m always going and I don’t know why
I miss my ocean I need that sky
I was held up with the hunter and the prey
Making my way across the great divide
I couldn’t tell which one was being brave
Still I ran like hell and made it out alive
Now I’m paying rent in the belly of the beast
My gut tells me its way overpriced
The walls cave in every time she breathes
Won’t you tell me again why I do this every night
I miss my mountain I need those pines
Can’t wait for morning I need that light
I needed my darling asleep by my side
I miss my mountain I need those pines
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Greg Loftus Massachusetts
Calloused road-worn Americana from southeast Massachusetts. Greg Loftus spent the better half of the last decade living in Austin TX where he spent his time honing his songwriting skills and fronting the Alt-Country outfit Carpetbagger. Greg is currently working on his forth full-length solo record 'No Kings in the Wild' which is due out during the Spring of 2024. ... more
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