Track Number 8

(início)

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I crossed the highways like I did as a child
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On my way to the movies, I pet cats and smile
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I walk the back alleys, their John Steinback calm
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Fake trees, lemon trees, tall shady palms
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Big empty churches, old antique stores
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Peeling Victorians that used to house whores
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I take the back streets back to my digs
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And look up at skies like I did as a kid
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My bedroom window, I’d look out and dream
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Of a life close to what I’m living
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A traveling singer who plays good guitar
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At outdoor festivals, theaters and bars
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And I got a nice girl, she’s beautiful too
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We’re destined to be this, I know to be true
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Sure there were others, but nothing this nice
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She set the bait and I took the bite
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The streets of Martinez, I love them so
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I walk around thinking the sun’s always low
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The cats of Martinez, I love them so
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I feed them at night, they run off and go
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Four kitty cats, gave them their names
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Monster Fluff, Half Fluff, No Fluff and Sammy
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They’re the highlights of my songwriting days
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They’re happy to see me, we sit and we play
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These are some words I wrote down last night
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I’ve beat ‘em to death and I can’t get ‘em right
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Songwriting’s lonely, songwriting hurts
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A relentless itch and bed bug curse
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Songwriting costs, it doesn’t come free
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Ask Eliot Smith, ask Richie Lee
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Ask Mark Linkous, ask Shannon Hoon
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To get up on stage and sing you a tune
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This business is troubling, a big nagging cyst
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You get on this plane and I’ll sit at your desk
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And I’ll leave at eight and be home by five
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Call me from Warsaw if you have time
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Ever wonder why there aren’t more
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Than ten songs on most albums, cause it’s a chore
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To write half a dozen, some guys lay back
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And rest on their laurels
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Like lazy old hacks
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Well I wrote this one
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And I know it ain’t great
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We’ll probably sequence it
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Track number eight
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And pick up some water at 7-11
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On my way to the mastering session
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The streets of Martinez, I love them so
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I walk out the door and the sun always flows
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The cats of Martinez, I love them so
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They help me forget my songwriting woes