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Ty Cobb
03:38
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He said, “I’ve got half a mind to let you know”
Then reared back and let fly a torrent of blows
That left my eye a blue-black with a bloodied nose
He’s a bellows looking for a pull
So spikes high, spikes high
Said of him, “He’d climb a mountain
Just to punch an echo”
Now, I guess I egged him on a bit
That farm boy may be educated, but he don’t know shit
And as a good teammate does, I learned him quick
He’s a furnace looking for some coal
So spikes high, spikes high
Said of him, “He’d climb a mountain
Just to punch an echo”
His numbers and his likeness
Are hung there in the Hall
But his demons are the lead in publications
When my time has come
And I’m stashed upon some wall
Hope I’m remembered for the love I’ve given
Suspicion got the senator shot
Mamma woke alone and grabbed the gun he’d bought
And killed the man creeping ‘round, a thief she thought
Left her boy without his pop
So spikes high, spikes high
Said of him, “He’d climb a mountain
Just to punch an echo”
His numbers and his likeness
Are hung there in the Hall
But his demons are the lead in publications
When my time has come
And I’m stashed upon some wall
Hope I’m remembered for the love I’ve given
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2. |
Sully's Pub
04:27
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Tomorrow then begins the thaw
The birds return and sing
Spring is short around these parts
The snows give way to summer heat
With a month of mud there in between
Come on down to Sully’s Pub
We’re open rain or shine
Your paycheck's cashed, your rent is paid
Come meet some friends of mine
Tomorrow then brings no relief
To this oppressive summer heat
Thunderstorms await this week
They can’t come soon enough
I’ll drown in this humidity
Come on down to Sully’s Pub
We’re open rain or shine
We're just one subway stop away
Come hide in here awhile
Tomorrow then the leaves will change
The breeze will blow crisp and cool
The city looks so pretty
In the smokey autumn air
Through the window above the urinal
Come on down to Sully’s Pub
We’re open rain or shine
We can talk about the weather or nothing at all
The game is on tonight
Tomorrow then I’ll stay at home
Four feet of snow and counting
Five feet of snow and counting
Six feet of snow and counting
Seven feet of snow and counting
Eight feet of snow and counting
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3. |
Local 5:18
01:02
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4. |
Santa Fe
04:18
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Santa Fe, HO gauge
Red war bonnet and all
Let me go, let me go
Cars & rails, built to scale
I got my conductor’s hat on
So all aboard, all aboard
Plastic workers with plastic lives
In tiny towns
Trust these machines will run on time
And I, I can’t let them down
In such detail, there’s romance there
You just cast a silent side glance
And head up the stairs
To unwind with books and wine
Baby, we all got our escapes
So go, it’s alright, it's alright
Plastic workers with plastic lives
In tiny towns
Trust these machines will run on time
And I, I can’t let them down
Yes sir, yes sir, i’ll have that for you, sir
I’ll twist and turn and tangle for you, sir
And over time my ever-slumping spine
That bears the weight of millions of “yes sir”s
It’s been a long, hard day, I feel my age
But everyone’s a little broken
And everybody’s got their reasons
All aboard the local 5:18
Right on time
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5. |
The Trains Are On Time
01:46
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The trains are on time
For my nine-to-five
So all's well
All's well
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6. |
Beasts (5:19 PM)
04:28
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Cancellations and delays
Angering the gathering horde
All red-nosed and huddled close
Stuck below the storm
The station sleeps in greys and blues
We hungry beasts in gloves and boots
Preying on a train that’s long overdue
I jam my fists into my coat
And press my chin into my throat
My bones are dancing through the cold
And my teeth are grinding
Scattered lamplight off the track
I don’t know when I’ll make it back
As my patience bows and bends and cracks
More I love, I love you more
More I love, I love you more
More I love, I love you more
More I love, I love you more
My mind it took me then
Into some field far, far from home
I heard the rumble of an approaching storm...
And the train rolled
We seeped at last into the gaps
Any we could find
Shoulder to shoulder and thigh to thigh
Beastly two of every kind
And the intercom it spoke
Some vague and incoherent rhyme
We just scoffed and shrugged and shut our eyes
More I love, I love you more
More I love, I love you more
More I love, I love you more
More I love, I love you more
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7. |
Longfellow Bridge
05:26
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Is that you there on the riverbank
With your youthful gloom in tow?
Can you recall whom you’d allow
To intrude or take a photo?
Was it a stranger or some rare invitation?
Now you can bet your dollar
On any horse you like
But the fix is in, so why bother?
And I hear your baby crying
And the taxman’s waiting in line
But I’m sure you’ll figure it out in time
Longfellow Bridge by where you’d sit
As the trains snake over the river
Forth and back, click and clack
Then fade into the ether
Reemerging wildly like a phoenix on the track
Now you can bet your dollar
On any horse you like
But the fix is in, so why bother?
On that you can rely
And the taxman’s checking the time
But I’m sure you’ll work it out just fine
Pay no mind, dear, it’s no concern
It’s alright, it’ll be alright
Pay no mind, dear, it’s no concern
Go to sleep, it’ll be alright
Now you can bet your dollar
On any horse you like
But the fix is in, so why bother?
We’re 3,000 miles away
From where you watched the trains
But all will be okay
I’m sure
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Tim Dolan Los Angeles, California
Singer/Songwriter from Los Angeles, CA
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