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Sanctuary Restaurant
03:04
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We’re going to the Sanctuary Restaurant
Delivered to the river to find something we want
Stowaways and broken dreams fall down and dance
Stowaways and brokens ride a snake in the grass
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
Packed up my skeletons, my secrets and masks
Answer to the question was a simple, “Please, don’t ask.”
Took my son and lover on a bus ride across the bridge
With alphabet soup in a melting pot to find where sanctuary is
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
Frankly it’s humiliating when she feels she must explain her exit
Like she thinks I’m an idiot and incapable of pain
I’m loathing
We’re going to the Sanctuary like children on a carnival ride
We’ve walked in the water, we’ve walked in the water and we’ve crawled in the tide
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
I met a girl from the Big Sky I swear I’ve met her before
She said, “When you get to the place where your eyes don’t see,
You won’t miss them anymore.”
Stowaways and broken dreams on a bus ride across the bridge
We’re going to find where sanctuary is
It’s alright, it’s alright, it’s alright
Give me, Give me, Give me, Sanctuary
Give me, Give me, Give me, Sanctuary
More Kool-Aid Reverend Jones
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Oliver Carson
03:00
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Walking
Walking through the clicks and schemes he’s on his way to his routine
Walking
Walking through a painted scene of a business day with a magazine
Attends a matinee
The clouds all look gray
Around the sky-bound towers
Holy pocket for his hand
Past the Free Jesus Band
And listen, listen for hours
Oliver Carson, what do you see in our smiles?
We’d all like to know, how have you been?
Walking
Walking like a willow tree do you know the kind, an awful lot like me?
Ah just a normal day
No one here is sad
No one is in pain
Oliver Carson, what do you see?
Watching all the dancers and the one-night romancers
Glide between the barroom’s conversation
A picture of a man from the Free Jesus Band
Stands above the patrons as they soak the suds
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Camping Incognito
03:07
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I’m watching her roll her eyes back in her head
Smoke can bring a flame when one decides to play with fire
You can bet the farm or even sell the cow
Camping incognito isn’t easy ‘less you know how
She is camping incognito
I’m watching him hold his breath ‘til he turns blue now
Guilt can freeze a tear if you’re not careful as a stream, creek, or brook
You can farm the bet or even play the face well
Camping incognito is as obvious as hell
He is camping incognito
I’m watching me wash the soil from my face in the mirror now
Cracks as big as ditches form like a road map on my face
I’ve farmed my years on the road it’s been a long drive
Camping incognito is how I’ve survived
I’m camping incognito
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Set fire to the cornfield let’s stay here together
See the embers that flicker to greet the new day
Set fire to the schoolhouse let’s stay here forever
Then the old man will come and take us away
Are you back from the orchards? Can we stay here together?
We can sleep in the grass while the sun slips away
While the plow toils the ground we can stay here forever
As the rich soil unfolds and lays us away
There’s a star in your eye is you soul going to heaven
Will you trust me to take you to a place that you’ve been?
Are the stars out tonight and a moon to deceive you?
There’s no time I can tell you all the stars that I’ve seen
Of rich man of poor man the devout and the sinner
More men than I have tried to lead you astray
The stout man the thin man they’ve all tried to win her
But is I who have come to take you away
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Faster Dalidog
03:53
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Propped against some wine glass-promenade
A dangled tablecloth of Americana between my tattooed legs
And a shadowed moor of nakedness stands faceless near the bricks
Surrounded by these bastards of some nameless cowgirl chicks
I’ve seen your face before
I really have…
But it just don’t click
Faster, faster, faster Dalidog
Your canyon bordered desert back-boned, whiskered lips
Flicker by a fire beneath the canine muzzled monument
That shades your fractured fish impression figure
On the dancing flesh mold pottery
Then rushes off your sagging car-wreck smile
I’ve seen your face before
I really have…
But it just don’t click
Faster, faster, faster Dalidog
Latex idol, shotgun wedding hints
Wear those pink pajamas with the frog prints
Plastic purple Jesus dashboard talisman
Drive-in celluloid cleavage dolls
Spaghetti western, still life Dickenesque
She hides her face and yet the moon illuminates her breast
And the painted bathhouse whores all congregate with much distress
To analyze the tattooed words among her crevasses
I’ve seen your face before
I really have…
But it just don’t click
Faster, faster, faster Dalidog
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The River
03:57
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We’re on different sides of a river
It’s flowing swift and stretching wide
You’re not even in my dreams now
And so we’re stranded on different sides
I don’t think you love me anymore
When you call out my name
I hope it’s gonna make you feel better
Now that you’ve gone away
Voices call as airplanes fall from the sky
But you can’t say Jesus loves me anymore
Hearts break and houses shake it’s incredible
Choose your path and walk on down the road
Walk down the road
I’m looking through the lines of the words you’ve written
What I’m seeing reads like a lie
Maybe you think it’s gonna make you feel better
All I’ve got to say is I hope you’re right
We’re on different sides of a river
Are you shouting out my name?
I hope it’s gonna make you feel better
But you’re probably gonna feel just the same
Voices call as airplanes fall from the sky
But you can’t say Jesus loves me anymore
Hearts break and houses shake it’s incredible
Choose your path and walk on down the road
Walk down the road
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Szechwan dolly hostess…black beans and a roll
Hippie dippy mustard flavor…greenster on a stroll
Titsicle, trout pout hacking up a wishbone
High-speed chicken freak, Termite’s on the telephone
Redneck car alarm…but nobody is home
Say it isn’t so
Pour another Slurpee sunrise
Say it isn’t so
Gimme back my buzz
Gimme back my buzz
Gimme back my buzz and a transistor radio
Scenester at a trap hop…Nicki B’s on the line
Whitehouse Jimmy got a table in the back
Serving up the slinkies…without a water back
Say it isn’t so
Pour another Slurpee sunrise
Say it isn’t so
Gimme back my buzz
Gimme back my buzz
Gimme back my buzz and a transistor radio
Freak flags flying and a spastic sense of fashion
They’ve got those diamond-eyed cobras and a black rose up their sleeves
Termite hit the red light and he popped a skirt behind the ear when she was heading for the exit
Clearly, Jimmy had the right idea when he went to Tacoma
Szechwan dolly hostess…black beans and a roll
Hippie dippy mustard flavor…greenster on a stroll
Say it isn’t so
Pour another Slurpee sunrise
Say it isn’t so
Gimme back my buzz
Gimme back my buzz
Gimme back my buzz and a transistor radio
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Patrick Storedahl Olympia, Washington
Singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist from Olympia. Has played guitar and keyboards with Just Plain Bill, as well as, sitting in with other local bands. He has been involved with many projects including 7 JPB albums, 11 of his own. He's now playing and writing in Alex Blum & the Roadside Quartet. ... more
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