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Junk Drawer
02:57
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Junk Drawer
Unrelated odds and ends that overwhelm my mind
Obsolete adapters disconnected for all time
Crackers gone to smash in ancient cellophane
Scattered glitter from a child's valentine
A place for everything that was ever misplaced
Pipe cleaner ballerina, ever fallen from grace
A mangled cassette tape of some short-lived band
A lonely cigarette from those nicotine days
You can't find a damn thing you were looking for
Honey, did you look in the junk drawer?
Misfits from the get-go, never found a home
Pointless and beautiful, unnamed and unknown
Been here forever, but it won't be long
You're going to miss me, baby, when I'm gone
Well, you can't find a damn thing you were looking for
Honey, did you look in the junk drawer?
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Music and lyrics © 2024, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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Dark Highway
03:58
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Dark Highway
Down a country ass road in the dead of night
You can drive a hundred miles and never see a light
Just a howlin' black hole punctuated by the glow
Of 500 pairs* of hellified eyes
And your high beams will only go so far
Beyond that, God only knows
At least if you're not from here
Which is clear, since you're driving so slow
Dark highway, you go your way
Baby, I'll go mine
We've got red smears from dead deer
To no avail, this vale of tears
No plastic flower bouquet
There until the end of days
Collecting diesel dust by the speed limit sign
In the good old summertime
Passing souls from lane to lane
No signal to make their intentions plain
Least of all for the eyes of men to see
Passing souls that took their leave
On they roll, invisible and free
Arkansas becomes Missouri
My longing heart is neither here nor there
Through a flurry of bug gut glory
In the oncoming dirty headlight glare
Dirty looks from small town eyes
Baked cicadas unwind and rewind
There goes the time
Dark Highway, you go your way
Baby, I'll go mine
* "For the night has a thousand eyes"
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Music and lyrics © 2024, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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Only A Dream
05:41
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Only A Dream
Go outside and face the plague
Or stay at home and waste away
Turning into Howard Hughes
There but for a fortune to lose
Cross the street to get away
From the air some stranger breathed
I never thought it would come to this
How I wish it were only a dream
Sunlight on the damage of the night before
Got it together enough to get out the door
What do you want, some kind of award?
All your friends are acting strange
In other words, not much has changed
Idiotic distractions call you away
And you obey
Roll on through the rubble of some faraway trouble
Somebody's Hell, smeared across the screen
From the soft cries of so many endings
To the murmur of failing machines
Running wild in a run-down graveyard
Midnight in the teenage wilderness
Drunken footsteps, tumbling headstones
Civil warriors get no rest
Get no rest, get no peace
Smell the earth through the wet black leaves
Is it over, the world, I mean?
How I wish it were only a dream
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Music and lyrics © 2024, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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Brand New Day
03:30
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Brand New Day
Songbirds singing
"Wake up, you fool.
Make the coffee.
You know the rules."
The first one out of bed
Turns on the machine
The other sleepy head gets to dream
Don't be alarmed now, honey
It's just a brand new day
Still no coffee
I can't put down my guitar
I'm singing softly in the kitchen
Don't want to wake my sweetheart
She's in the other room, on a cloud
Just dreaming away
Don't be alarmed now, honey
It's just a brand new day
Well, damn that dog across the street
Barking at the wind and every drifting leaf
He don't bark so much as shriek
(Shut ... Up!)
Well, there's an outburst of birds with a case of the nerves
From a wind sick sycamore tree
And squirrels raising all kinds of hell
Up under the eaves
Good morning, stranger
Shuffle on over here
All bleary eyed and your hair in a daze
I'm frying up potatoes and onions
And my world renown botched eggs
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a brand new day
Don't be alarmed now
It ain't nothing but a brand new day
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Music and lyrics © 2024, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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Scott Hrabko Kansas City, Missouri
Kansas City's Scott Hrabko is an independent singer/songwriter who has followed his own mercurial muse since the town's late-
80s indie rock scene.
“Hrabko’s rootsy songs are filled with trap doors, hidden nooks, and secret passageways. They’re like those dreams within comfortably familiar houses that suddenly have brand new rooms.”
Mike Warren - No Depression
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