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  • mo_ztt ✅@lemmy.world
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    Chicane, Autumn Tactics:

    Hiding summer’s age no more
    No more leaves in summer sky
    Turning dark on empty car lots
    When summer was my only friend

    Bruce Springsteen, The Ghost of Tom Joad:

    He pulls a prayer book out of his sleeping bag
    Preacher lights up a butt and he takes a drag
    Waiting for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last
    In a cardboard box beneath the underpass

    You got a one-way ticket to the promised land
    You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand
    Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock
    Bathing in the city aqueduct

    Well the highway is alive tonight
    Where it’s headed, everybody knows
    I’m sitting down here in the campfire light
    Waiting on the ghost of Tom Joad

    Jefferson Airplane, Young Girl Sunday Blues:

    One side of me is filled with brightness
    No matter what I might say
    The days I made with waterfall colors
    Could not make you stay
    If rain falls down the side of my face,
    Must be a rainy day.

    Emmylou Harris, Deeper Well:

    Well, I did it for kicks and I did it for hate
    I did it for lust and I did it for faith
    Did it for need and I did it for love
    Addiction stayed on tight like a glove
    So I ran with the moon and I ran with the night
    And the three of us were a terrible sight
    Nipple to the bottle, to the gun, to the cell
    To the bottom of a hole of a deeper well
    Well
    Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well
    Well
    Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well
    I rocked with the cradle and I rolled with the rage
    I shook those walls and I rattled that cage
    Took my trouble down a dead end trail
    Reachin’ out a hand for a holier grail
    Hey there, mama, did you carry that load
    Did you tell your baby 'bout the bend in the road
    'Bout the rebel yell, ‘bout the one that fell
    Lookin’ for the water from a deeper well

    Sonic Youth, Unmade Bed:

    Look who’s come back home again
    Loser looking for his lucky break
    This time he says he just needs a friend
    Ain’t on the run he ain’t on the take

    Can you unlock this door babe
    Will you just undo the chain
    Will you take your time before you
    Mix up love, his love and pain

    Loneliness lays down his head
    Wants to get you high, better take it now
    A man like that’s like an unmade bed
    Stained eyes searching for another way out

    And, of course, Butterfingers is endlessly entertaining