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A Prologue
03:50
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There's a dead man in the back seat, but he's not my main concern.
There's a dead man in the back seat, and a lesson for someone to learn.
There's a dead man in the back seat, and there's a gap in my mind
between where he and i meet, and the evidence you find.
There's a natural explanation, there's some history hiding.
I'm sure I can find some kind of truth if I just keep on driving.
There's a dead man in the back seat, and we're running low on fuel.
He and i are going to have to figure out exactly what we're going to do.
See I'm not short on ideas but it's preying on my mind
that, one way or another, we're running out of time.
There's a natural explanation, there's some history hiding.
I'm sure I can find some kind of truth if I just keep on driving.
Someone's father? Someone's son. Some wrong punished or some wrong done?
A straight road to the coast to dump a bag of bones?
There's a dead man in the back seat, and only he and i know
how this came to pass and how it's going to go.
There's a natural explanation, there's some history hiding.
I'm sure I can find some kind of truth if I just keep on driving.
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Stone on Stone
02:28
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Blood drips on stone
And these borrowed bones and stolen skin
They are not mine
It's just a shape I'm sitting in
These clumsy hands
Are stained in wine or something more
Pick broken glass
From empty bottles on the floor
This mess is mine I will clear it up
This mess is mine I will make it good
I will make it good I will make it right
I will make it good I will make it
This spreading stain
Lays out a map across the floor
In strange straight lines
It builds on crimes that have bled before
This mess is mine I will clear it up
This mess is mine I will make it good
I will make it good I will make it right
I will make it good I will make it
This ancient rock
Is broken layer on layer
Cold hungry thirst
Takes fire and life and prayer
These colours fading from my eyes
From this stone and from this time
We just pass through we don't remain
Become stone on stone and stone again
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300lb Brick
02:36
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This is your only shot
Untrained, unpractised and lost
Don’t pull, squeeze the grip
Prepare to handle the kick
Take the wheel and the name
Run through what you practiced in your head
Set a course, find a chart
90% is looking the part
Bolt the windows, lock the door
Pull the desk away from the wall
Curl up tight, don't show a thing
You can't be found if you can't be seen
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Goodnight
03:44
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We've been driving in darkness, for hours now, and no-one's said a word
A companionable silence, and a radio, and no thoughts left unheard
You can see the coast-line, and the ocean, and a paler cloud showing white
And all that's in the tank is goodnight
You've been running down dead ends, and closed loops, you always end up here
In all of this madness, and emptiness, you still can't see your way clear
You're resting your head now, on my shoulder, it's just your brief respite
And all that i have left is goodnight
i've been burning the candle at both ends, and there's no middle left
and it was never good enough but it was still my best
and that candle stub is failing, and with it goes the light
and all that remains is goodnight
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Drew Stephenson York, UK
Drew Stephenson is a singer-songwriter based in York, UK, writing conventional songs about unconventional subjects.
Death, monkeys and space hardware may all feature.
He is also part of The Southern Wild.
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