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Freeway

Ill Lit

I Need You

2004

With time more “worn” than “done”.
Tried to be the better man, the best
I did was run. we may see our blood
Shed in a storm of distant death.
Attendance

took our chance and slipped away
We've got dad's hunting knife, a box of matches, two flashlights
Split between two packs
And as we cross the tracks by

no wine or moon
Got blown away, you'd made me stay
Your smile is real, that's what I feel
These fruits of joy, got to get some more

You can't deny it

you're gonna make it all right
With every chance you take there come
Reasons and excuses to run
They'll slip on by while you ask yourself why
But what's

THE EARTH.
FILL HALF WITH THE CHILDREN SHE SLAUGHTERED,
AND THE OTHER WITH SOIL AND DIRT.
YOU FOOLED US ALL,
YOU LED US ASTRAY.
SO I'LL STAY BY YOUR GRAVE,

Emily from Kensington, happily walks down the road
Polished nails and brand new shoes, handbag made of crocodile, she's cool
And no one can refuse

Just a chance encounter
it happens now and then
your eyes come together
you could be more than friends

a fire starts to smolder 
beneath the ash

a better way

Shook to the core
Still wanting more
I gave it all
Before breaking

Washed away to misery
Lost control like you've never seen
Embrace

Gone like the setting sun
And now you're coming undone
Because you did not have, the chance
To say the word never heard
And the ones you held so dear

the intentions be
Are we losing our focus, or are we only losing time?
In this moment of reflection I see my own misdirection
Staring to a crystal ball. So

I see you on the 5.15
Amongst the everyday people
Wear regulation denim jeans
Wear Indian cheesecloth

You catch the same bus every day
With your

will not be found
People are taken by the hands of ghosts
Living to die
If our chances are clean
We can survive the dawn

I said before we left
This is

of the places that we left somehow.
Never turn around, listen to the sound. 
 
By the hand, a chance. I am restless in your sad command. 
Hard Stance. Cause it

of light here we come Proxima
You'll have fun with us
We're more than rocks and dust
Now we're here via ark of the space-age land
Two-by-two, a chance

of the effort you're giving
You are alive but not living
You had a chance to make your play
But now you're caught up in the day by day
So, you fly low, it's safe

Waiter bring more drinks to the table
Watch my baby twist like a cable
Do the snake dance
She nuh take chance
The way she go down low
Undertaker
Now she

Waiter bring more drinks to the table
Watch my baby twist like a cable
Do the snake dance
She nuh take chance
The way she go down low
Undertaker
Now she

They claim to know God, but they deny him by what they do
Ye shall make ye no idols, nor a graven image
Neither a rear up or a standing image
Set up

And once again we have arrived
To the end of the story
Illuminated by countless cries
It is too late for us to open our eyes
Bask in the dawn

Well, don't you know, Paperboy?
It is still the same
I ain't gonna lie to you

In that hole you call a bedroom
It's getting dim day by day
No matter how

Ballad of Thunder Road

Robert Mitchum

Where Were You When the Fun Stopped?

1999

Let me tell the story, I can tell it all;
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol.
His daddy made the whiskey, the son he drove the load;

Havin' a barbie by the river
With no one else around
A tropical honeymoon
Knocking a Four X down
She was standing in the water
Eating a pumpkin scone

comes near,
His pick-up lines crash, disappear, year by year.

He thinks he's the king, with his bass line a' thumping,
But all he's got coming is a big,

Don't create a home in anyone else's darkness 
Just because you were birthed by sun and raised by moon
Doesn't mean you should eclipse your light to be