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The Year In Tears
04:38
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The Year In Tears
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In the still, in the dark
I hear things falling apart
In every corner
Of my humble abode
I'll just lie awake and worry
Till my life can chime no more
Any fool can be happy
Or so I'm told
Last night I heard the sirens
Just over the blue trash hills
O'er the idiotic barking
From dog to dog to dog
I'm a soul without a landlord
Can't you hear me weep and moan?
O'er the moors, up through the floorboards
Crying, 'bring my body home'
All these calls to the cavalry
Might fall upon deaf ears
It only seems like a lifetime
The year in tears
The year in tears
Thunder rolling in the darkness
Heavy stars are hanging low
To the sound of crumbling mortar
Oh the walls of Jericho
The deal goes down underground
Oblivion, thy will be done
By and by, I'll see your devil
And raise you one
Oh, the big chief couldn't be reached
In his hall of drunken mirrors
It only seemed like a lifetime
The year in tears
The year in tears
© 2019, Scott Hrabko (ASCAP)
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2. |
Good For Awhile
04:08
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Good For Awhile
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You've got rooms in your house
You don't even know about
And every idle thing
You just had to have
And it's hard to believe
You've got no room for doubt
Now that it's all
Up for grabs
There's a chill in the air
From a previous life
It was good for awhile
It was paradise
By the basketball goal
Out behind the junior high
Mean old black dog
Where the sad kids got high
Fast forward, rewind
Got no sense of time
They're going to worry
Put it out of your mind
Out of your mind
Look what you've done
Drifted away
So far from this life
You don't even know your own name
Or night from day
There's a chill in the air
From a previous life
It was good for awhile
© 2019, Scott Hrabko
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3. |
Sometimes
04:03
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Sometimes
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Well, it's hardly a jolt
From a nine volt revolt
Down where the dust dogies run
I'm looking for my only consolation
In the sawdust of a song
I'm blurry now
But I won't be blurry long
A phantom in pajamas in the basement
Mixing up the metaphors
Ridiculous dreams and deleted scenes
On the cutting room floor
And I've been down so long
You'd think it was the floor I adore
And I just want to feel good
I just want to feel good
I just want to feel good
Sometimes
Sometimes
Stay at home, vagabond
Sing along to my song of love in vain
Hear the sound of the world moving on
And I ain't on that train
No, I ain't on that train
I ain't on that train
Hysterical sparrows
From deep in the harrows
Scatter like windblown debris
They duckin' a hail
Of rock salt and nails
And those bad, old memories
Memories -
Why don't you let me be?
'Cause I just want to feel good
I just want to feel good
I just want to feel good
Sometimes
Sometimes
© 2019, Scott Hrabko
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4. |
Borrowed Guitar
04:10
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Borrowed Guitar
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A mentholated moon
Over Baton Rouge
Shining down on me
I slept like a baby made of granite
Under a Sycamore tree
Oh, the happiest fool on the planet
- That'd be me
A cigarette vigil
From dusk till dawn
California flags unfurl
Through eyes last static
Mama, turn me on
My little marijuana sunshine girl
Sunshine girl
Turn on your mockingbird charm
While the afternoon collapses
In caresses in your heavenly arms
Superstardust on the sidewalk
Of that long gone boulevard
Ice cold singers
And old late finger
Falling in love
Falling in love
With a borrowed guitar
Well, I get the pie
One crumb at a time
Then it's back to the anthill again
I never stop to wonder
What the hell it all means
Maybe just a means to an end
A means to and end
But what end?
You know a certain line of question
Gonna send you right around the bend
Cigarette butts
From the balcony
No, they are not shooting stars
And old magpie can't trust his eyes
Falling in love
Falling in love
Don't be falling in love
With a borrowed guitar
© 2019, Scott Hrabko
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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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