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it's a midnight gamble and i know i'm going to lose i dealt myself in even though i'd seen the ruse outta time, outta luck, outta mind, outta sync, outta place you say i came in last i didn't even know there was a race under an old streetlight down there, 65th and detroit where the yuppies meet the hookers and the smooth dark dealing dope boys now if i had it again you know what i'd choose i'll take nothing back and i'd still sing the blues if i had it again you know what i'd do they might have new soles but i'll always have holes in my shoes i look on every street corner now for your face did you get out or get spit out of this God-forsaken cursed place your name's in the hallway, your tag's still on the back door behind the boarded up windows of the places we lived before in a burned out factory i was looking towards the west planting the seeds of superstition, this is something you'd have never of kept now it's all been played out in my mind between the memory and the truth it defies in the coda's last line i will seek not to find for it's left something i can't define
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There's no lyrics in surf music!
3.
I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside Ain't gonna study war no more Gonna leave all my sin and shame Down by the riverside I ain't gonna study war no more I'm gonna talk with the Prince of Peace Down by the riverside Ain't gonna study war no more
4.
there's not a penny to his name but they got coffee on the corner i'm gonna slip on out and get into some money tonight don't need a sad luck dame it's just that they always seem to find me so i'm gonna get some, make some, work somebody tonight no excuses for what i've done just a handful of prayers for when the good Lord comes got no excuses for what i've done what i am, what i'm not, what i have become out of the back of a van it ain't worked since '97 he's gonna hit them notes as i'm strummin' my blues away chorus he's a skeleton at a feast he's just a specter in the shadows every night the moon's full, he's out there runnin' with the wolves now ain't it a shame how life works because it's gone before you know it it's gonna hold you back, drag you on it's gonna pass you by chorus
5.
you say that all you've lost won't equal what you've found but i think there's more important things in life than gold you've built your house out there upon the stormy shores it's blowin' down now when the wind, it hits your door and i say there ain't no refuge here out in the night with it's sordid lies there ain't no promises that will be kept there's nothing left but an old sad song like a drummer who's lost the beat it squirms and cries like a dog in heat this is one record that won't find it's groove the whole damn world is born to lose there ain't no refuge here out in the night with it's sordid lies there ain't no promises that will be kept there's nothing left but an old sad song it goes on and on it's melody's been etched into our minds tonight you say that all you have won't equal what you could a premonition now for what you've got in store but thoughts like that surely will do more harm than good those 30 pieces they won't get you through the door
6.
hello my friend let me sit next to you i'd surely buy you a beer but my money's been spent and i can't pay no rent it's getting about that time of year but you know if i had it i'd give it to you we'd get wasted through and through it's been a long day and i've something to say i've got a request of you buy me a drink of alcohol gin and tonic or beer whiskey sours, happy hours 'til the message, it isn't so clear cause i've been down, all i have is my sound but i've still got some love for the streets i don't mind the price of wine just as long as it's cheap
7.
i am from an industrial town where the streets are mean and the people frown seems like there's always something keeping us down the lake is clogged with industrial waste the politicians are crooked and the skies are grey there ain't no surf in cleveland, usa i'm a rustbelt motherfucker with something to say those six little letters spell 'fuck l.a.' 'cause there ain't no surf in cleveland, usa this town is dying we are not a tourist stop but we can work at wal-mart they went and put it on the steel mill plot
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Rum Runner 02:19
so come on let's take a ride, keep that rifle by your side we'll drive fast where life seems to take it slow but once this car you climb inside, the law you don't abide but the money rolls right in, don't you know? that was our trade back in the days of sober states and jazz's greats with one foot in jail and the other six feet below me and my family ran that shine through 8 or 9 state lines until the coppers gunned em down in ohio all it took's a couple stills, now we're running from old bill but nobody's got a lead foot like billy joe all those chicago mobster types saying our whiskey treats em right as they're filling up our pockets full of gold chorus well i guess that's how it goes everything good must come to a close it happened down a dark and dusty road those coppers ran us down, buried us 6 feet in the ground and i'll never see my homeland again
10.
i don't remember exactly how it began but now i barely know who i am the beers get drank and the dope gets slammed now i'm staring in the eyes of another woman woke up puking blood still i couldn't get enough crawl back to bed in my haze and start drinking at the start of the day what do you do when the deathwish is gone? with the lies you told and hearts you sold the people you'd wronged what do you do when the deathwish stays? and you find the self hatred in so many ways i can't live the life i've led the tears i cried and the blood i shed ashes to ashes, dust to dust this ten year hangover, i've had enough some grow up and some grow old some go wild and some grow cold from the heat of things that darken the soul i walk the line in between where the mind cries and the body screams but you never give no peace 'till one day i woke up and heard a voice in my head another six months of this and you'll be dead...

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Jay Kuebler: drums
BillMike: vocals/instruments

Norm Tischler: sax on 'Lawn Ave. Blues'

Recorded at Out of Sync Studios Cleveland Ohio
Mastered at A to Z Audio
Released on tolmie terrapin press.

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released June 18, 2011

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