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Aftermath
04:36
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Here on the dusty road
where there’s no one left to die
we sat wondering if we could change
wondering if it’s too late to try
under the embrace of cold September skies
where we ran with rain drenched guitars
and all the promises we could fit
in a ragtag melody
and all we were
and all we are
somewhere between night and an empty page
and you are gone
down in the streets
where the riots sang
I wonder where the angels have gone
cuz no one’s left to polish
the dusty mirror of a song
and all we were
and all we are
somewhere between night and an empty page
and you are gone
she held her head up high
when the judge asked her why
and she smiled and said
I don’t know
but some poor bastard had to try
cuz you said someone had to die
and all we were
and all we are
somewhere between night and an empty page
and you are gone
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2. |
Hey There Pretty Girl
03:37
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Hey there pretty girl
with a song in her hair
I got a secret to share
all the words seem to rhyme
in the summertime
all the poets got dimes to spare
and could live in the photographs
daddy left on the counter
when he went away
hey there pretty girl
with a song in her hair
you got a word or two to spare?
cuz I'm just out of luck
the cars always chase me down
to where the streetlights end
but I got enough coke cans
to hold our summer nights
and we could dance till the dawn
till the dawn
hey there pretty girl
with a tear in her eye
I haven't been to confession
in a while
I keep my sins in my back pocket
with some loose change
and words of advice I never took the time to rearrange
and maybe a cigarette or two
how 'bout you?
hey there pretty girl
with a song in her hair
I got a secret to share
I got a rat-colored CRV
with enough room for two in the back seat
and enough space in the glove compartment
to hide what you can't say
hey there pretty girl
hey there pretty girl
hey there pretty girl
hey there
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3. |
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This is how the story ends
wrapped in photographs left on the counter
this is how the summer ends
in the embrace of burning autumn’s lover
I took your wish
to the shattered kiss
of the holy shrine
of the underpass
and all the words we tried to drown
in the oil fields and in our beds
silently blazing in your head
I don’t know who we are
I don’t know where we are
but maybe it’s enough to sing
I don’t know who we are
I don’t know where we are
but maybe it’s enough to sing
you said you wanted to see the show
so you leaned out from the secrets
only angels know
and you sat in the rain-soaked stands
while the crowd fled through the lands
after the riots
in the infant streets
it’s where you and I
maybe we could meet
I don’t know who we are
I don’t know where we are
but maybe it’s enough to sing
I don’t know who we are
I don’t know where we are
but maybe it’s enough to sing
and you saw me on my crucifix
of an empty page
in the mechanical touch
of the tv age
and you took my hand
and you burned all
of yesterday’s songs
and you led me back
to the flooded stands
where the words quit the stage
you smiled and said
here’s where the story ends
I don’t know who we are
I don’t know where we are
but maybe it’s enough to sing
I don’t know who we are
I don’t know where we are
but maybe it’s enough to sing
I keep my sins in my back pocket with some loose change
in the summertime
howl through eternity
in the summertime
hey baby did I do what’s right
such a beautiful day to say
hey there pretty girl
with a song in her hair
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4. |
Dear Alyssa
04:47
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There was snow on the highway
when I lost myself
to the ghost of Christmas day
there were tears
in her eyes
when she knew
she could not disguise
What could you want from me?
I am just the angel of prescriptions
addicted to a fear unfeathered
but I just need you to know
my friend
Dear Alyssa
you’re stronger than this world
Dear Alyssa
you’re stronger than this world
you asked me for the pathway to God
I never found it for myself
I could show you a rusty guitar
and some dusty chords
but no one sings anymore
you asked me which way is right
where the streets never end
I can’t give you a sense of direction
just of wasted time
and airport waiting lines
but
Dear Alyssa
you’re stronger than this world
Dear Alyssa
you’re stronger than this world
and I wish I could save you
from this life
but I need you to know
all the shadows we make
are shattering the dawn
Dear Alyssa
you’re stronger than this world
Dear my friends
you’re stronger than this world
stronger than this world
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The Arcadian Project Hillsborough, North Carolina
The Arcadian Project is an award-winning indie/folk/alt rock duo based in Hillsborough, NC. Originally created in high school by life-long friends Zachariah Claypole White and Danlee Gildersleeve. Despite college and other projects, the band has continued to grow, creating high energy live performances and songs that have been recognized on regional and national radio. ... more
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