Stateless State of Mind

by The Futurenows

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released July 5, 2011

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Track Name: The Midwest Shore
Dantes was a captain of the midwest shore
His eyes were as big as his sail
He’s gone now forever, to the waters below
If he were here, he’d share all of his stories
Track Name: Annemarie
Annemarie, my dear, won’t you turn your back to the road?
Annemarie, my dear, won’t you turn your back to the road?
I’m sick of turning you loose and I’m tired of watching you go.

Annemarie, since you’ve gone it’s been bourbon and wine in my head.
Annemarie, since you’ve gone it’s been bourbon and wine in my head.
She said, “Go on ahead, be a drinker, boy, but I’m lookin’ for a liver instead.”

Well I never heard of no modern day heroes;
She said a capable man is enough.
So let’s get drunk off of other folks’ money
And talk about fallin’ in love.

Well you lie like a congress and you dance just like a judge.
Well you lie like a congress and you dance just like a judge.
I can handle the bills, babe, but don’t put a tax on my love.

‘Cuz I got a matchbook and kindling and I’m burning the old maple tree.
I said I got matches and kindling and I’m burning the old maple tree.
You got your coals and your weakness but baby girl, what’ve you given to me?
I got my nights and my weekends, all I need is my sweet Annemarie.

For right now is the time to woodshed;
There’ll be plenty of time to roam.
My heart is just four clapboard walls without you.
Annemarie won’t you come on back home?
Sweet Annemarie, won’t you come on back home?
Track Name: My Baby's a Corker
MY BABY’S A CORKER

My baby’s got high class
My baby’s got soul
Take her for a ride, she wanna drive it real fast
Slow down baby let’s make it last

My baby is so cool
My baby’s got rhythm
She wanna dance, she wanna shake it real good
Complements of Mr. George Thorogood

Some people say, that our love is way out of line
But I don’t give a damn, because I love that little girl of mine

My baby’s got high heels
My baby’s got style
Take her to the mall, she shop’s at Tiffany’s
Alright babe, we’ll just save the receipt

My baby’s got good taste
My baby’s refined
Take her out to eat, she wanna order champagne
I pick up the check (yeah) every time

Some people say, that she’s no good for me
Well they might be right because her love it sure ain’t free

My baby’s a corker
My baby’s a New Yorker
She wanna ride in the limousine
I buy the gasoline

My baby up and ran away
We were happy just the other day
She left me, and I cried real hard
Oh my God, she took my credit card
Track Name: Little Boat
I made a boat from a letter I meant to address.
I named her the S.S. Contessa and called her my best.
But there’s no harbor for the waves,
They just crash along the quay.
I hope that my little boat will get to you safe.

The S.S. Contessa weighed anchor and drifted to sea.
I told her to stick with the current, but that’s not up to me.
Now she’s miles from the coast,
But in my mind I keep her close.
I hope that my little boat will find her own flow.

Storm dragged me overboard;
I’m washed miles away from shore.
I see my world in blue and white,
I sink and rise;
Someday I’ll be landlocked again.

Well, when all the waves wash through
Under flood tides overdue,
I know that my little boat will float back to you.
I know that my little boat will float back to you.
Track Name: Sign Your Life Away
Trust me when you’re down and trust me when you’re hurt
Trust me when there’s nowhere else to turn
When you have on that sad face, I’ll take you to a better place
A place where you’ll soon learn

Sign your life away, on this line, on this line.
Just sign, sign your life away.
When we both burn in hell, all the stories we’ll tell
Just sign, sign your life away.

Just watch us two and then we’ll give the cue
For your son and you daughter to look on
As you sing those evil words and as you sign that mighty curse
Looks like you’re payin’ with the devil’s cash today

Sign your life away, on this line, on this line.
Just sign, sign your life away.
When we both burn in hell, all the stories we’ll tell
Just sign, sign your life away.

And as all your folks go home, a solemn chorus is sung
To the man that was swiftly swept away
And as your up there on that horse, and you feel no remorse
‘Til you’re burnin’ in hell and they say

Sign your life away, on this line, on this line.
Just sign, sign your life away.
When we both burn in hell, all the stories we’ll tell
Just sign, sign your life away.
Track Name: Gone Away
Gone away, gone away
It’s been sixteen hours since she’s gone away

And she holds me tight in her arms
Like a lover’s cry in the dawn
The way combs her hair and kisses me by the stairs
I don’t know when she’ll be coming back home

(Man) she’s been, Gone away, gone away
It’s been sixteen hours since she’s gone away

And she runs to the night like a child
Oh why won’t you stay for a while
The way combs her hair and turns in the mirror
Well I think that I might be losing my mind

(Man) she’s been, Gone away, gone away
It’s been sixteen hours since she’s gone away
It’s been sixteen hours since she’s gone away
Track Name: Nobody's Fault
Well I hear a song played in Iowa
Man I don’t know if I can give it up (oh, oh)

And I stared that snake right between his eyes
Lord knows everybody their lies (hey, hey)

And it’s nobody’s fault…

And I’m still saying Americana
Come on pretty baby well I know that you wanna go (go, go)

Don’t treat me bade, don’t treat me good
Lord please baby treat me like you should (oh, oh)

And it’s nobody’s fault…

Well black top mama come and feed me some
Bullets on my nightstand right beside my gun (hey, hey)

Well I take my time mighty fast
Store bought wisdom right out my flask (oh, oh)

And it’s nobody’s fault…

Well I busted on the straight right around the road
Boys gone crazy with the stories he’s told (oh, oh)

And I heard a song played in Iowa
Man I don’t know if I can give it up

And it’s nobody’s fault…
Track Name: On The Tracks They Came
Get home quickly, Melanie, the bells are callin’ fast,
They are breathing through the ether like a cavalcade of brass.
And those tickets on your nightstand wear the dust of places past.
Will atonement bring them back?

It was evident that heaven didn’t sway you in your steps:
There were engines in the evening and an echo in my head.
So I sipped away the silence, ‘til I slipped on what you said.
Did you see them painted red?

When we belong, I’ll say that they were wrong.
And while you’re gone, I’ll leave that twilight on.

So speak like you’re supposed to, and I’ll make like I’m alive,
And with those highway lines to guide us we will suture this divide.
I’d like to try again – ah, Melanie I see you brushing by.

When we belong, I’ll say that they were wrong.
And while you’re gone, I’ll leave that twilight on.

On the tracks they came to steal my love away.
On the tracks they came to steal my love away.
On the tracks they came to steal my love away.
(On the tracks they came to steal my love away.)
On the tracks they came to steal my love away.
(On the tracks they came to steal my love away.)

When we belong, I’ll say that they were wrong.
And while you’re gone, I’ll leave that twilight on.

When we belong, I’ll say that they were wrong
(On the tracks they came to steal my love away.)
And while you’re gone, I’ll leave that twilight on.
(On the tracks they came to steal my love away.)
Track Name: Dalai Lama
I don’t wanna live alone in the woods
I just wanna stand for something good
I don’t wanna be in the Ku Klux Klan
I just wanna be a religious man

I want to be the Dalai Lama

I don’t wanna go to heaven or hell
My soul costs too much to sell
My soul costs too much to be bet
I just wanna be reborn in Tibet

I want to be the Dalai Lama

Oh, don’t ya give me a chance
‘Cuz I’d rather be there than in England or France
Oh, don’t ya string me along
‘Cauz I’ve practiced a lot and I think I can do the job

I don’t wanna be another face in the crowd
I just wanna have my head up in a cloud
I don’t wanna sit and masturbate
I just wanna fast and meditate

I want to be the Dalai Lama
Track Name: Lord Let Me Die (In This World of Mine)
Lord let me die in this world of mine
Lord let me die in this world of mine
Sweet honey, let me die in this world of mine
Oh I wanna die in this world of mine

Give me love when my heart is tried
Give me a drink when my mouth is dried
Give a hammer and I’ll build this town
Give me honor when you lay me down

Lord let me die in this world of mine…

From the great wide ocean to the land of pines
From the Mississippi and the Delta line
Through the badland where the Cherokees died
Up to Colorado on a mountain high

Lord let me die in this world of mine…

I wanna sink my feet in the ground real low
Feel the heat and the pull of the undertow
Move to the rhythms of Rock & Roll
Like a locomotive straight through my soul

Lord let me die in this world of mine

Mmmm…

Lord let me die in this world of mine

Give me strength when my knees are weak
Give a bed, a roof, and a sheet
Give me joy when the pain is deep
Give me courage when I choose to speak

Some day babe I wanna die in this world

Lord let me die in this world of mine…
Track Name: Stateless State of Mind
I can tell you where I’ve been, Lord.
And I can tell you what I’ve seen.
But when I try to say it straight, Lord,
It’s not exactly what I mean.

The devil’s digging out my tongue, now,
And the spade is in my teeth.
And in the grind of dark it’s rain, now,
Slicking up the sunk-down streets.

I could’ve hammered on the bass drum
In the military band.
Swung my rhythm on the fulcrum
Double-time with my trigger hand.

Instead I gambled for my ransom
And fled the Pioneer land;
Left the valley where I came from
Saying, “Let the Delta boys be damned.”

Across the water it still feels like
My dollar’s doubled up its worth,
A Fallowfield’s just down the turnpike…
I’m just uncultivated earth.

I’ve got no oil for my whetstone
I’ve got no tonic for my gin.
I need some magic in my wishbone.
I’m losing count of all my sins.

Out in the sandlot mixing mortar,
I’m raising Cain and dropping dimes.
Expect no message at the border:
I’m in a stateless state of mind.

And when the sky is kissed with crimson
And a see-you-next-time sigh,
I’ll keep waiting for your headlights.
I’ll keep waiting up all night.

So when I tell you where I’ve been, Lord,
And state my worries and my crimes,
I’ll sing a requiem for closed doors.
I’m in a stateless state of mind.
Track Name: Gloria
The howling dog and the dirty old street
Papa’s breaking his back in this Spokane heat
Flag down that brakeman when he comes around
Gloria’s in the church and their gonna burn it down

And they were singing, “Gloria, Gloria”
I hear them calling your name

The strap on my back and the lace of my shoe
There’s got to be a railcar that will take me to you
Well I’m saving my pay in a whiskey jar
Lord when the big wind comes, it’s gonna tear us apart

And they were singing, “Gloria, Gloria”
I hear them calling your name
Singing, “Gloria, Gloria”
Out here we’re rocking em’ straight

They were singing, “Gloria, Gloria”
I hear them calling, I hear you calling my name