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Nighttime (theme)
04:11
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Oh my, the years fly by
With a tangled up soul and a crooked mind
With fingers shaking and blood red eyes
Always tugging on the sleeve of a good ol’ time
An empty dive bar and a burnt out spotlight
I'm headed for the pines, good luck, goodnight
Like a rusted old beater sinking into the dirt
All the inside workings are black and burnt
The world passed by and never returned
And the funeral dirge was cut down to a verse
And the singer lives alone with his clever little words
Up on adderall and down on percs
When all my days were murdered
By dimebags and discount bourbon
Spilling my soul into an unfinished novel
Tales of bad weather that I couldn’t quite cobble together
It took a bat to my knee
The jury hung and the devil went free
When the nighttime took a hold on me
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It’s gone quiet in the house where the party used to be
Maybe they got too deep into the make believe
Maybe their leader crumbled under secrets he kept
He's holding court all alone now by the basement steps
The treachery of the mind when the night never ends
His thoughts crackle and snap like the fire in the den
But where’s your leather jacket crowd and where’s your smart remark
Where's your lover who frowns when the humour gets dark
It's gone quiet in the house where the party used to be
Sometimes I'd hear them holler all the way down the street
Once or twice I stopped in to see if I fit
But I didn’t wear the uniform so I didn’t exist
I wonder where they went
I wonder what they’re doing now that
Their smoke was lost to the wind
Their fire smoulders on the cold, cold ground
It’s gone quiet in the house where the party used to be
It’s gone quiet in the house where the party used to be
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Sometimes a moment's so real
you lose yourself within it
I'm in clean shoes and a new suit
and I'm trying to change my image
There are books I haven't gotten to
and songs I haven't finished
The dog won't quit barking, man
everyone's a critic
I'm trying to learn new instruments
I'm trying to be fearless
A piano fell from the second floor
and crushed my spirits
I stumbled up to the bar
asked for a ton and ginic
Sometimes a moment's so real
you lose yourself within it
There's a six block line outside the king's address
There's a motorcade to celebrate his death
Man, nothing lasts forever these days
Sometimes a moment's so real
you lose yourself within it
And when the moment leaves
it takes a piece of you with it
You loved me like a summer breeze
and I miss you like the dickens
I sent you off a letter
but the crow ate the pigeon
Since you dropped out of the station
'cause the rules were too rigid
And started jangling a tin
down where the winds are frigid
I danced you down the halls
of the recovery clinic
You left me at the station
holding both of our tickets
There's a six block line outside the king's address
There's a motorcade to celebrate his death
Man, nothing lasts forever these days
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Regular Place
02:23
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Tie me up and then take my dimes
I have joined the losing side
I'll meet you down at nine
The regular place is fine
I’m all alone this time
I need something to kill my mind
I'm two bells short of a chime
The regular place is fine
The regular place is...
Come on over, and admire my oeuvre
Tell me it’s prettier than everybody’s else's
No expansion on horizons, I'll tighten up my eyelids
In a world of voided truths I want to be lying next to you
I've been getting my exercise
Running until I die
All the way up and down the line
The regular place is fine
The regular place is fine
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The ghost is fumbling with his lamp
He’s off to haunt another land
Leaving a trail of empty cans
Laughed enough to beat the band
I'll have one more before i go
A hard ol rain came and went
The weathervane was battered and bent
We kept our minds but lost our tent
I think there's one or two cigarettes left
I'll have one more before i go
Pack it up and pack it in
Every story has its end
It’s hard to move against the wind
Can almost hear those violins
I'll have one more before i go
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You Alright?
03:07
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Tell me are you doing alright
with everything that's going on around us
Two cigarettes and a soda pop and I'm tryna get my head straight
Two cigarettes and a soda pop and I'm tryna get my head straight
Sitting in the window with the rain coming down,
watching all the drunks stumble back from town
Two cigarettes and a soda pop and I'm tryna get my head straight
Tell me are you doing alright
with everything that's going on around us
Met an old dog and I brought him home and I called him savior
Met an old dog and I brought him home and I called him savior
Tryna get Savior to fetch his bone,
he just sits on his ass by the fire and moans
Met an old dog and I brought him home and I called him savior
Tell me are you doing alright
with everything that's going on around us
Bought me a gun out behind the shop and I'm learning how to use it
Bought me a gun out behind the shop and I'm learning how to use it
With a snap and a crackle and a click and a pop,
and all of my problems go up in a puff
Bought me a gun out behind the shop and I'm learning how to use it
Tell me are you doing alright
with everything that's going on around us
We're a paddle short and the river's deep and there's no help coming now
We're a paddle short and the river's deep and there's no help coming now
If I'm gonna die before my time I wanna die with my baby and a bottle of rye
We're a paddle short and the river's deep and there's no help coming now
Tell me are you doing alright
with everything that's going on around us
Two cigarettes and a soda pop and I'm tryna get my head straight
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In My New Home
02:10
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Changed my address, kept all your letters in a chest
In my new home
Still a bt of a mess, but getting some much needed rest
In my new home
Painted the place this kind of bluish grey
Makes for a canvas in the morning
For the sunlight to paint
Made a big change, still feel kind of strange here
In my new home
Ain't that big of a deal, still just don’t know how to feel
In my new home
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Wild is the world and long is the night
When the moon don't glow and the stars don't shine
For the people down here who are desperate for a light
Wild is the world and long is the night
Each soul's their own saviour if they walk this road
What a hard old labor to walk it alone
But the pathway is crumblin and things are getting tight
Wild is the world and long is the night
A thousand holy comets are coming here to smite
According to the prophet with his thorns worn tight
When day breaks, oh what a blessed sight
Wild is the world and long is the night
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In the crooked way a spirit gets broken down
and the pieces lost and scattered all over town
at least in here good company you've found
while you're waiting for your luck to turn around
As the hard luck band fills the air with jagged sounds
and the music brings to life a solemn crowd
they break down quiet and then they build up loud
while you're waiting for your luck to turn around
There's a quiet relief in the nighttime coming down
like you made it through one more time past the hounds
your walking shoes start raising off the ground
while you're waiting for your luck to turn around
There's a storm coming in from the western side
be washed of sin and relived of pride
we're all here to get good and high
by and by, Lord, by and by
In the crooked way a spirit gets broken down
and the pieces lost and scattered all over town
at least in here good company you've found
while you're waiting for your luck to turn around
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Formerly Promising
02:41
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Thinner than a razor blade, sipping vodka lemonade
Flailing in the waves, of a hundred drunken escapades
Move over sailor, I'm joining the ranks
Of the formerly promising, they can write it on my grave
Another man at the end of his night
Leaning on a wall holding on for dear life
An after party parasite, a dive bar socialite
Stumbling out the alleyway
Asking for a light
Dirty as a twenty bill, passed back and forth until
The queens face is caked with cocaine and crushed up pills
Move over rover, I'm joining the gang
Of the formerly promising, circling the drain
Another man at the end of his night
Leaning on a wall holding on for dear life
An after party parasite, a dive bar socialite
Stumbling out the alleyway
Asking for a light
Oh lord, let me try and explain
The last thing I remember I was drowning in the rain
I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know what to say
Just point me to the bar and I'll be on my way
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Oh my, the years fly by
With a tangled up soul and a crooked mind
With fingers shaking and blood red eyes
Always tugging on the sleeve of a good ol’ time
An empty dive bar and a burnt out spotlight
I'm headed for the pines, good luck, goodnight
Like a rusted old beater sinking into the dirt
All the inside workings are black and burnt
The world passed by and never returned
And the funeral dirge was cut down to a verse
And the singer lives alone with his clever little words
Up on adderall and down on percs
When all my days were murdered
By dimebags and discount bourbon
Spilling my soul into an unfinished novel
Tales of bad weather that I couldn’t quite cobble together
It took a bat to my knee
The jury hung and the devil went free
When the nighttime took a hold on me
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Carl Lorusso Jr. Toronto, Ontario
2017 Toronto Independent Music Award nominee for "Best Folk/Roots".
"Carl is a
powerhouse wordsmith whose songs represent the dystopian view of a youthful generation.”
-Harrison Fine, producer, FINE Productions
“Shades of Bob Dylan and Leonard Cohen rolled into his own unique style. Very well written & sung.”
– Randy Skaggs, Q108 Kingston
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