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Smoke & Gasoline

from Hard Pan to Chaos by The Old Smugglers

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A dark shape came crawling out of the drain
And whispered a tune that no one should know
A sharp stare sang the refrain from an empty chair across the room
I feel into a glass through clenched teeth
I held my tongue wroth watered eyes
The stove pipe hissed and the faucet leaked a beat to rattle the bones
The wind shook a chorus down from the trees that rained on the roof through the night
And I skipped like a record to change my gait

(May you always be shelter from the storm)
You couldn't breakdown if you tried
At long last held up to the sky
And with the wake left to the shoal
It held you down into the dark

Covered in smoke and gasoline
I less than three your time with me
I never thought we'd love again
but there you are inside my head
like a canoe filled with hammers being dragged down an alley
I will carve a place in your heart with a rusty hook
into the deep dark, deep dark

(May you always be shelter from the storm)
You couldn't breakdown if you tried
At long last held up to the sky
And with the wake left to the shoal
It held you down into the dark

There was dream that I kept in a lamp oil jar
buried in the yard by the swing set post
written on the face of a jack of clubs
that i carried until I was ten
(May you always be shelter from the storm)

I know it still waits for a shovel's embrace
or a washout rain to see the sky again
but everything that matters will find you sooner or later
and the rest just swallow the dirt

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from Hard Pan to Chaos, released November 10, 2017
Lyrics and music by The Old Smugglers

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Scotch and coffee, smelling like smoke and grandpa, truckload of soup cans falling from the sky, Americana shanty sounds of regret and revelation.

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