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Original Sin
03:56
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Original Sin
When the sun creeps by and your shadow grows
You can run, you can hide, but he’s by your side
And he always knows
Where the skeletons lie and what it’s all about
You can wash your hands but there ain’t no chance
You’ll get the bloodstains out
Right from the very start until the bitter end
Once you feel him bite, the serpent ain't your friend
'Cause when your time is up and the chips are down
You'll wear the bad mistakes like a thorny crown
And the past will haunt you, poison under your skin
We'll all dance in the fire of original sin
At the end of my chain, now it's do or die
And my bones feel old, naked and cold
Without an alibi
I can drown the pain in the devil's brew
Drop down on my knees, but I'll find no peace
Until the debt comes due
When the world is dark and the lights go out
Well, you better believe, there can be no doubt
That it's never too early to see that it's too late
For all the sinner's souls and for the saints who prayed
Don't matter where you're from, only where you've been
We'll all dance in the fire of original sin
The sins of the father, sins of the son
No escape, why bother, you're under the gun
You lied, tricked 'em, confessed to the priest
We all play the victim, we all feed the beast
Born in the crime, inherit the strife
Serving hard time all your life
And the prison you've built will take it's toll
Like the pain and guilt that damn your soul
You can hide your face, change your name
But you've earned your place down in the flame
You can't disguise the demons within
We're all baptized in original sin
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2. |
Boardwalk Dreams
06:51
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Boardwalk Dreams
If you’re headed east on Sixth Avenue
You’ll hit a stretch of beach where the sky is blue
And the sea is green
Life is so serene
That’s where we ditched all our hassles
Man, we were grand
Kings building mighty castles in the sand
Like it’s always been
Till the tide rolled in
Young kids just chasing boardwalk dreams
Mama and Daddy used to come down here
The big bands would play and they danced on the pier
Swaying slow and nice
Under starry skies
Now there’s just some twisted pilings where it used to be
Ever since Dora swept it out to sea
Like ashes from an urn
Never to return
Two souls just chasing boardwalk dreams
The carousel and the tilt-a-whirl
Spun me ‘round and ‘round
Took the Ferris wheel to the top of the world
Ended up back on the ground
But the things I find turning in my mind
Have all long gone away
Like the sun that shined
All over yesterday
Lord, I remember
Up on the boardwalk at the penny arcade
Madame Zita told our fortune, made in the shade
The old guy wearing a patch over one of his eyes
Said, “Step right up, young man, you could win a prize”
A greasy corn dog and a bottle of pop
Drove the bumper cars, man, we could not stop
No school, no cares, no plans and summer was our friend
We never wanted it to end
Over at The Crab Pot, they were drunk by noon
Sunburned rednecks jamming to a Skynyrd tune
Babes in bikinis, cold beer in hand
Did the flip flop hip hop shimmy shuffle for the band
They’re having a party out on the deck
From the tattooed guy with a snake on his neck
To the sweet young waitresses and all the in-betweens
Just fools chasing boardwalk dreams
The carousel and the tilt-a-whirl
Spun me ‘round and ‘round
Took the Ferris wheel to the top of the world
Ended up back on the ground
But the things I find turning in my mind
Have all long gone away
Leave them all behind
Let go of yesterday
Down at the beach I remember what I could not save
Where the surfers still wait for the perfect wave
They ride them in
Then paddle out again
Well, they tore down the boardwalk and left no trace
So the Crab Pot crowd moved to Ginger’s Place
They always know
Somewhere to go
I see a young couple strolling hand in hand
Heart with initials etched in the sand
Until the tide
Washes it from sight
New lovers chasing boardwalk dreams
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I'm Not Going Back To Jacksonville
Can't get no rest, but I feel fine
I'm headed west, track number nine
That lonely whistle blows
The only song it knows
And so it goes on down the line
There's no loose ends, just severed ties
No sad events or long goodbyes
A point of no return
After those bridges burn
I'll learn to tell myself sweet lies
I tried to play my cards just right
But I watched my house of cards ignite
For all I know, it's burning still
Before the dust had settled down
I knocked off the rust and I got out of town
And I'm not going back to Jacksonville
Just like bad news, I travel fast
But not quick enough to lose the past
And all the miles between
From Starke to Abilene
Don't mean I'm finally free at last
So what's the use, what's done is done
I cut 'em loose then cut and run
And once that line is crossed
Just figure up the cost
Maybe I lost more than I won
Without a plan and without a doubt
When it hit the fan I caught the last train out
I'll let it roll me where it will
There may be a dead end sign
Waiting for me at the end of the line
But I'm not going back to Jacksonville
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4. |
Beneath A Solemn Sky
03:37
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Beneath A Solemn Sky
By a brown and withered garden, there's a chapel in the sand
Where the wicked and the faithful come to make their final stand
As another bitter season ends, now the hour is at hand
For the seeds of hope have fallen on parched and stony ground
Can you hear the prophets calling while the world keeps spinning 'round?
But it all goes with the territory and, for what it's worth,
The meek and brave prepare a grave in the dusty barren earth
While the bones of last week's promises are buried in the square
The saints and doubting Thomases all bow their heads in prayer
But the words can bring no comfort to the foolish or the wise
Till the heavens rain on the brittle grain
Like teardrops from the quiet, solemn sky
Now the thunderclouds are gathering
A shadow on the land
So rejoice you sons and daughters, but wouldn't it be rich
If the holy, healing waters soon undermined the bridge
Rushing up to breach the levy on that long and fateful day
Till the rising flood made it clear as mud
All the sins are washed away
Down the ancient, winding river to the dark and briny sea
Now these old foundations shiver at the sacred memory
Of that brief and blessed moment when providence supplied
A sad lament for the penitent who are damn well sanctified
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5. |
Get Myself Back Home
03:45
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Get Myself Back Home
Freedom, it calls to me
Footloose ad far across the sea
Here and there without a care, that's the way to be
But freedom is never free
My days of wandering are gone
And now I'm pondering as I think upon
All my rambling from Timbuktu to Rome
I know one day I'll get myself back home
Trouble, it knows my name
Seems like my only claim to fame
Bad mistakes and lousy breaks, just myself to blame
But trouble, that's a losing game
The time for close escapes is past
Sad woes and narrow scrapes, behind me now at last
I've been running from Timbuktu to Rome
Now it's high time I get myself back home
Get back...
Fortune, well, you can bet
The more your risk the more you get
Add the sum of where you're from to what you can't forget
My fortune lies straight ahead
And on my odyssey I've found
Right where I oughtta be, and that's just where I'm bound
I've been searching from Timbuktu to Rome
For the answer, I'll get myself back home
Back home...
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6. |
Brand New Skin
02:55
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Brand New Skin
I went walking through my old town
Where I strolled down favorite streets to say hello
And so I felt inclined to ease my mind by searching high and low
For the world I used to know
I remember days of laughter
Chasing after bright mirages by the shore
But all those secret spaces, hiding places where I roamed before
Don't belong here anymore
(Chorus)
Whoa, it can break your heart
To break the chains you're living in
Whoa, break them all apart
Then you can break some brand new skin
(Repeat Chorus)
For you memories cannot save you
In a brave new world where no-one knows your name
But time will change and re-arrange the sacred ground you used to claim
'Cause nothing here remains the same
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7. |
Judgment Road
03:15
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Judgment Road
Distant thunder, restless night, last smoke in the pack
I stopped a stranger, bummed a light and took a long sweet drag
When it burned like hell to pay and turned my fingers black
I crushed it out and walked away, and I ain't looking back
I feel it in my soul, there's something calling me
Out where the dust clouds roll, that's where I'm gonna be
This highway takes its toll before it sets you free
'Round the final bend straight to the end
Of Judgment Road
Racing past the break of dawn across the great divide
Stuck on "E," the rearview's gone, now there's no place left to hide
I drove into the blinding sun, too strung out to sleep
After all is said and done, there's no secrets left to keep
'Cause sins are not forgiven and no one here forgets
The guilty go on living til they die with their regrets
Beyond the far horizon's edge the truth must stake its claim
On that lonely, narrow ledge where there's no one left to blame
For what you are and what you're not, and for the cause you serve
You give it everything you've got and get what you deserve
I feel it in my soul, there's something calling me
Out where the dust clouds roll, that's where I'm gonna be
This highway takes its toll before it sets you free
'Round the final bend straight to the end
Of Judgment Road
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The Gunboat Diplomats Jacksonville Beach, Florida
The Gunboat Diplomats are a song shop recording pop rock music with a vintage vibe.
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