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Post by Chunderman on Jul 18, 2008 14:13:04 GMT -5
So Long Astoria - The Ataris
It was the first snow of the season i can almost see you breathin in the middle of that empty street
Sometimes i still see myself in that lonesome bedroom playin my guitar and singing songs of hope for a better future
life is only as good as the memories we make and i'm taking back what belongs to me
polaroids of classrooms unattended these relics of remembrence are just like shipwrecks only theyre gone faster than the smell after it rains
last night while everyone was sleepin i tripped through my old neighborhood and resurrected memories from ashes
we said that we would never fit in we were really just like them does rebellion ever make a difference
life is only as good as the memories we make and im taking back what belongs to me these relics of remembrence are just like shipwrecks only theyre gone faster than the smell after it rains
So long astoria i found a map to buried treasure and even if we come home empty handed well still have our stories of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts, broken bones, and all the best of friendships
and when this hourglass has filtered out its final grain of sand i raise my glass to the memories we had this is my wish this is my wish im takin back im takin them all back
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Post by Tosh on Oct 17, 2008 8:56:33 GMT -5
Drive By Truckers - Self Destructive Zones
a biting set of words which get more angry with each verse - best line has to be "Caught between a generation dying from its habits, and another thinking rock and roll was new"[/size]
It was 1990 give or take I don't remember when the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down their posters when the boys started cutting off their hair The radio stations all decided angst was finally old enough it ought to have a proper home Dead fat or rich nobody’s left to bitch about the goings' on in self destructive zones
The night the practice room caught fire there were rumors of a dragon headed straight for Muscle Shoals "Stoner tries to save an amplifier" and it's like the dragon's side of the story is never told When the dream and the man and the girls hang around long enough to make you think it's coming true, it's easier to let it all die a fairy tale, than admit that something bigger is passing through
The hippies rode a wave putting smiles on faces, that the devil wouldn’t even put a shoe Caught between a generation dying from its habits, and another thinking rock and roll was new Till the pawn shops were packed like a backstage party, hanging full of pointy ugly cheap guitars And the young'uns all turned to karaoke, hanging all their wishes upon disregarded stars
My Grandaddy's shotgun is locked in a closet and it never shot a thing that could have lived An old man decided that you couldn't choose your poison till you're nearly old enough to vote for him They turned what was into something so disgusting even wild dogs would disregard the bones Dead fat or rich nobody’s left to bitch about the goings' on in self destructive zones
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Post by Tosh on Feb 17, 2009 18:28:12 GMT -5
"And you don't want the emotion Because the taste it leaves is for real But nothing's ever real until it's gone And I might be too far down
And is this just another thrown away Or is this the end of the whole stupid road But you wouldn't want to know how I feel anyway Because the darkest hole is at the end of the road"
'mon the Huskers!!
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