The Floating Men: The Night Is Young: Pleasurado
The first word we heard came from the outskirts of town
It came pounding in on the last light of day
It was too dark to see it from the trailer park
And too late to hear it from the grave
Down in the grave
We’re all finally safe in the grave
The system broke down before the siren could sound
And for a second there all our hair stood on end
And then from small and far away we heard a low unearthly growl
It came howling in on the wings of the wind
If we’re all still alive
When dawn finally comes
I’ve lived through things men weren’t meant to see and survive
And the night is young
The sheriff died trying to hide inside a Texaco
Where it smelled like diesel, chesterfields, and men
We found pieces of his cruiser scattered up and down the road
We heard the “click click click” of his lights still trying to spin
And the cries of broken men
The law ain’t above the wind
It was hard to tell the lightning from the fire trucks and the sparks
It was hard to tell the living from the dead
It was hard to feel our fingers as we fumbled in the dark
As we dug through chunks of nightmares till they bled
If we’re all still alive
When dawn finally comes
I’ve lived through things men weren’t meant to see and survive
And the night is young
The air was rich and dripping with the smell of fertile ground
It was frigid with the brittle smell of freshly splintered trees
All the mildew and gas mains stank of a broken town
Why did God forsake this part of Tennessee?
When we huddle in our cellars and we dare not make a sound
And then the treefrogs and the whippoorwills fall ominously quiet
And then the dampers in our chimneys start faintly tapping up and down
They say Satan walks among us in the night
If we’re all still alive
When dawn finally comes
I’ve lived through things men weren’t meant to see and survive
And the night is young
If we’re all still alive
To honor our dead
I’ve seen things men weren’t meant to see and survive
And it ain’t over yet
oooo, new track...
The Floating Men: Georgia: Lemon Pie
I’ll tell you all about Georgia
Some night on the hood of the car
When planets and moons align
In a brown bag of shooting stars
Tonight feels a little like Georgia
After we close down the bars
We’ll roll all the windows down
And pass the time over cheap cigars
How could she not remember me?
How could she ever forget?
She stared into my eyes and saw what hadn't happened yet
Have you ever been jilted in Georgia?
Have you ever been jilted at all?
How could she not remember the moss at the waterfall?
I’ll tell you all about Georgia
Some night when you’re too tired to sleep
And youth dangles overhead
In haunted shadows just out of reach
I’ll sing a love song to Georgia
To one drunken, innocent year
When all of our wildest dreams
Rose, curtsied and disappeared
How could she not remember me?
How could she ever forget?
She stared into my eyes and saw what hadn't happened yet
Have you ever been busted in Buckhead?
Have you ever been busted at all?
How could she not remember the Junkman’s Daughter-in-Law?
Some nights I dream about Georgia
I wake up afraid and alone
I lie there and wonder how
I wound up so far from home
How could she not remember me?
How could she ever forget?
She’ll stare into your eyes and see what hasn’t happened yet
Have you ever been wasted in Waycross
And vowed to never grow old?
How could she not remember the thimbles of shimmering gold?
From here to Folkston and Fargo
All the way to the Tennessee line
How could she not remember the trembling valentine?
...fucker logged me out, again....
TFM: Hair Tonic and Cheap Aftershave: Lemon Pie
Out beyond the stars somewhere there’s buttermints and barber chairs
And hair tonic and cheap aftershave
Orbiting the moon at night there’s sports reporters bumming lights
In hair tonic and cheap aftershave
Hey there, Sport, it’s time to court the ladies like a man
Splash a little on your mug, hey, maestro, go strike up the band
Oh, why not eenie meenie minie mo go take her out on me
Whiskey sours, happy hours, corduroy, and thee
Out beyond the Milky Way they’re scoring dames in negligees
With hair tonic and cheap aftershave
Out beyond the harvest moon there’s motor lodges, banquet rooms
And hair tonic and cheap aftershave
Riding on a shooting star there’s chocolate bars and cheap cigars
And hair tonic and cheap aftershave
Hey there, champ, a dab’ll do a dapper do up fine
Comb a little through your rug and watch the gals all get in line
Oh, why not eenie meenie minie mo go take her out on me
Dry martinis, Hank Mancini, sirloin tips and thee
Out beyond the Milky Way they’re scoring dames in negligees
With hair tonic and cheap aftershave
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