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JOSH RITTER lyrics - Golden Age Of Radio

Me & Jiggs

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Me and Jiggs staring at the ceiling the stars above the radar range Song from a station wagon laying foundations on the shadows of overpassing planes I'm feeling good, at seven o'clock we're gonna drive across the county line And find Saturday night like an orphan child that the good days left behind And I'm not sure we can make it stay Sun's going down and its the end of the day Me and my friends in the park drinking beer underneath the tree Lying on your back as the sun goes down, you know it's perfect cause you've got to leave On a Saturday night in a town like this I forget all my songs about trains A bar with a jukebox and you on my arm heaven and earth are pretty much the same And I'm not sure I can make you stay Sun's going down and its the end of the day Later on sitting on the roof talking like the night could last all night Like we are all half crazy and all at least half alright Sitting on the porch playing Townes Van Zandt play guitar to burn off the hours 'Til we climb the fences at the edge of town and paint our names on the water towers And I'm not sure we can make them stay Sun's going down at the end of the day

Midnight Sun The Secret Track

what went down on the side of the road? what i saw at the edge of the see. only those elements time cannot wear, and they follow. what seeped out throught the cracks in time, what sucks out the color in me? what awaits beyond infinity? beyond and to all time i stand what blew in with the great gale? what weighed down the falling leaves? what came forth from the remains? what has always lived and gone unseen? what has caused the night to fall? who speaks of eternity? who awakes to night eternally? de profundis clamavi o my sole love, i pray thee pity me from out this dark gulf where my poor heart lies, a baren world hemmed in by leaden skies where horror flies at night, and blasphemy. for half the year the sickly sun is seen, the other half thick night lies on the land, a country bleaker than the polar strand; no beasts, no brooks, nor any shred of green. there never was a horror which surpassed this icy sun's cold cruelty, and this vast night like primeval chaos; would i were like the dumb brutes, who in a secret lair lie wrapt in stupid slumber for a space... time creeps at so burdensome a pace.

My Girl Going To Town

Deacon Blue and Ricky Ross "This Is The Life"
God of warm words And good things God of change God of broken chains And rusty rails in sidings God of the saints And nearly departed Come down and love the living Before they go Tell us a joke... My girl going to town She dresses down She still wears that tiny ring My girl going to town Takes the late train Oh it won't rain, she says God of good times Dry, happy, sunshine days God of sand castles And holidays In motor cars That take you days here and there How long till we get there? Fast asleep after tears That gently change the colour Of your brown skin My girl going to town Spends the days on her own Says the summer nights are warm My girl going to town Is it her I'm worried for? Are you coming home

Lesson In Survival

Lesson in Survival Spinning out on turns That gets you tough Guru books-the Bible Only a reminder That you're just not good enough You need to believe in something Once I could in our love Black road Double yellow line Friends and kin Campers in the kitchen That's fine sometimes But I know my needs My sweet tumbleweed I need more quiet times By a river flowing You and me Deep kisses And the sun going down Maybe it's paranoia Maybe it's sensitivity Your friends protect you Scrutinize me I get so damn timid Not at all the spirit That's inside of me Oh baby I can't seem to make it With you socially There's this reef around me I'm looking way out at the ocean Love to see that green water in motion I'm going to get a boat And we can row it If you ever get the notion To be needed by me Fresh salmon frying And the tide rolling in I went to see a friend tonight 'Was very late when I walked in My talking as it rambled Revealed suspicious reasoning The visit seemed to darken him I came in as bright As a neon light And I burned out Right there before him I told him these things I'm telling you now Watched them buckle up In his brow When you dig down deep You lose good sleep And it makes you Heavy company I will always love you Hands alike Magnet and iron The souls

The First Big Weekend

Arab Strap "Week Never Starts Round Here"
So that was the first big weekend of the summer... Starts Thursday as usual with the canteen quiz and again no-one wins the big cash prize. Later I do my sound Bloke routine by approaching Gina's new boyfriend to say that he shouldn't feel that there's any animosity between us and then I even go and make peace with her Shouldn't have bothered. Then on Friday night we went through to the Arches... There was only one car going so some of us had to get the train. We got through quite late. Then we went to a pub to take the gear. There was no problems getting in - we saw some others waiting down the front of the queue so we skipped in. It was a good night - everyone was nutted and I ended up dancing with some blonde girl. I thought she had been quite pretty until last night when Matthew informed me that she had, in fact, been a pig. When the club finished we wandered the streets for a while until we got to this 24-hour cafe. I didn't like the look of it so we left and got a taxi back to Morag's flat. I couldn't sleep so I sat about drinking someone else's strawberry tonic wine and tried to keep everyone else up. Then at ten o'clock in the morning we went downstairs to buy some drink. We had intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then we went to get the train home and had a few in the Station bar. We had some stuff left from the previous night's supplies so when we got home we decided to go down to John's indie disco. Same story as Friday - lots of hugging, lots of dancing etc. etc. I couldn't sleep again so went to the park to look at the toon, taking a detour through the playpark. To get in we had to climb over a ten foot steel fence, which resulted in severe bruising of our hands, legs and groins, but we had a good laugh on the stuff, especially the tube-slide, which probably doubles up as a urinal for drunk teens. Then we walked through the woods to have a look at the toon. Big disappointment, but the mist on the lake was cool. Sunday afternoon we go up to John's with a lot of beer in time to watch the Simpsons - it was a really good episode about love always ending in tragedy except, of course, for Marge and Homer. It was quite moving at the end and to tell you the truth my eyes were a bit damp. Then we watched these young girls in swimsuits have a water fight in the street. We went up to the pub about ten. It was busy for a Sunday night, lots of people we know, including my first ever girlfriend who I still find very attractive, quite frankly, but I didn't really speak to her She's probably still a bitch, anyway. Her friend Gillian was there, I had a chat with her, she was still quite pleasant. At the same time I watched Malcolm make some terrible attempt to try and chat up a girl we know called Jo. He made some remark about her skirt that was barely there the previous night or something. I couldn't sleep again that night, thanks to some seriously disturbing nightmares...Matthew says I should cut down on the cheese. Went out for the weekend, it lasted for ever, high with our friends it's officially summer. I got some sleep eventually on Monday afternoon. It was a beautiful day, and later that evening Malcolm introduced me to the power of Merrydown - ⌦ã'²ã¬°1.79 a litre, 8.2% - mmmm..... Judith and Laura came round later and we sat in my back garden and drank. Then Matthew came round and we went up the town. It's officially summer.

Rocket To Stardom

KRIS KRISTOFFERSON "Who's To Bless And Who's To Blame"
by Kris Kristofferson, Roger McGuinn, Bobby Neuwirth It started when the neighbors saw my fancy new T.V That opens up the gate outside my home And let's me let in anyone I really wanna see And keep out all them other dudes I don't Then one by one they started comin' over to perform And someone played Temptation on kazoo Nellie got as naked as the day that she was born And it sure was all over Baby Blue Chorus: I've got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence But the biggest show in town is in my driveway And we ain't had a good night sleepin' since Orville Baker's showin' us the fastest draw in town Cora Lee's clackin' on her spoons Ol' Jesse's trick dog sure does look dead lyin' on the ground And Jesse's wife is a-howlin' at the moon Charly's ugly daughter sure can tap dance Mable Thatcher's walkin' on her hands And just as I was leavin' for the kitchen for a snack Ol' Lulla Bell amazed us with her fans Chorus: I've got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence But the biggest show in town is in my driveway And we ain't had a good night sleepin' since Froney's got an act that's hard to follow Norman plays a nimble tamborine You should see what Sara Lee can swallow And ol' Billy does a wicked Mr. Clean Good Lord, if I'd've known this future when I started Believe you me, I'd never change a thing I got a closed circuit circus in my bedroom And a world full of whackos in the wings Get 'em Burt ! Chorus: I've got electric eyes, two big dogs, and a mine-field And miles and miles and miles of barbed-wire fence But the biggest show in town is in my driveway And we ain't had a good night's sleepin' since

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