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Spring 21 - Title Swap

by The New Old Distillery

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Slow as molasses pouring through oil, clean as thought wrapped in tin foil Numb to the pain and the pleasure as well, head in the clouds but the rest is in hell That’s why I quit drinking . . . and started driving Foot to floor, afraid to slow down, high octane fuel, life burned to the ground Hunting disaster amongst disarray, a billboard that says ‘where ya goin’ today?’ That’s why I quit drinking . . . and started driving Threw up my guts and poured out the potion No more elixir, just high beams and motion Ensuring the view through the windscreen is clear Leave all the blur in the rearview mirror . . . and start driving Hiss of the concrete, crunch of the gravel Pulse of the white line, the heartbeat of travel A bumb on a barstool gathers no tales Pirates require only wind for the sails That’s why I quit drinking . . . and stared driving A beacon of light hangs in the sky Framing a dream I will chase til I die Sit back, relax, let the engine unwind Hide from nobody, seek not to find . . . start driving
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The food in the fridge is moldy and the dog’s looking thin I’m back in town and finding out that she left me again Two months on the road and that’s my welcome home Sorry Charlie good thing you like sleeping alone By a note that says ‘don’t even bother calling hon’, An empty coffee can labelled Christmas fund She’s coming back but I wont let her in, I said it last time and I mean it again. This time I really mean it again The food in the fridge is moldy, the cupboards are all bare The dust of vacancy is scattered everywhere There’s nothing here to eat so I’m getting a pizza With extra olives cause I know how you hate that, Lisa I’ll sleep like Jesus Christ in the middle of the bed And let the thought she’s really gone soak into my head She’s coming back but I wont let her in, I said it last time and I mean it again. This time I really mean it again Can’t you hear those angels call Don’t it mean anything at all The food in the fridge is moldy, the calendar says June I probably didn’t mean it when I said I’d be back soon One thing led to another then a couple months were gone I guess while I was travelling she was moving on She’s not coming back, this time's not pretend She told me last time she won’t tell me again She’s not coming back, no not again
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You had me for a song then decided not to play along You strung me on a line You get me every time In your Hartford t-shirt, you know I'll always remember, always remember Your Hartford t-shirt, you know I'll always remember You said I was hard to read with a tendency to bury the lead You left me on a porch, but I still carried a torch For your Hartford t-shirt, you know I'll always remember, always remember Your Hartford t-shirt, you know I'll always remember In your Hartford t-shirt, you know Your Hartford t-shirt, you know I'll always remember, always remember
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released March 20, 2021

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