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Stateless State of Mind

by The Futurenows

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1.
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
2.
Annemarie 03:38
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?
3.
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
4.
Little Boat 03:39
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.
5.
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.
6.
Gone Away 02:55
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
7.
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…
8.
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.)
9.
Dalai Lama 03:33
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
10.
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…
11.
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.
12.
Gloria 04:47
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

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released July 5, 2011

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