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You made some mistakes in your own hometown. You come from a place where your friends run you down.
They all think they dance on the head of a pin. You know you won't fit, ‘cause you don’t understand your home town
Your saying your prayers without “amens.” Ghosting for amateurs calling us friends.
You know all the names.You know every face. You’re still all alone in your most familiar place
Despite the pricking of your thumbs and the bad ideas you stole. Nothing wicked ever comes, the stories just get old.
Every one knows but nobody cares. They tell you to dance but you know you don't fit your hometown
You know you don’t dance but you know every step. Just not the ones that lead back to your hometown.
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You can’t be beaten by pretenders. You can’t be beaten by the war.
You can’t be beaten by the ones that ask for more, and ask for more.
You know I’d give you my bottle. You know I’d give you my score.
I’d give you everything if you’d ask for more. So ask for more.
If we could write the book, we’d change how it ends.
They can bring the wolf, but we don’ t have to let them in.
You won’t be taken by the rifle. You wont’ be taken by the sword.
You won’t be taken by the one they call the Lord. Let them preach the Word.
You won’t surrender to the morpine. You won’t surrender to the bug.
You won’t surrender for the way you choose to love. No matter how it’s done.
Oh, they’ve come to take you home. I’m the fool who let them in.
You’d know I’d give you my organs. You know I’d give you my bones.
I’d give you anything just to be alone. Alone with you.
If we could write the book. We’d change how it ends.
If I could find the wound, you would have to let me in.
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On the Interstate
03:04
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I don’t want to be the one you run to.
I don’t want to be the one who's there.
I just want to be this thing that shines through everything you feel when no one cares.
And on the interstate maybe I can find the grace to come through.
I don’t want to be a sitting room chair.
I don’t think I know where I would fit.
I don’t want to be the way you get there.
They said I never would amount to shit.
I don’t want to be a night you live down.
I just want to howl like a wounded wheel.
I just want to feel the way you shine through everything I see when no one cares.
On the interstate we’re going to the find grace to shine through.
On the interstate maybe we can find some place to get to.
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Gold Guitar
05:37
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Just got high with Lenny.
Used to get drunk with Al.
Got knocked down by John Dee Graham when the gold guitar was just so loud.
Nobody dances in Philly.
Nobody goes out in D.C.
Everybody’s rich in Williamsburg and the Bowery’s just a clothes horse dream.
It’s like the songs, never made a sound.
It’s like the rain, never kissed the ground.
It’s like the roads never crossed down South.
Might not make the marquee.
Might not see the signs.
Nobody’s ever going to sell their soul when they’re giving them away on line.
Now everyone talks over Lenny.
Everyone talks over Al.
But everyone types over John Dee Graham because the gold guitar is still so loud.
It's like the song when it makes a sound
It's like the rain when it crushed the ground
It's like the roads when they crossed down south
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Set it Fire
03:19
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If I had a song for love, to hold it, I’d write it on your road-map heart, and fold it.
If your’e getting lost one night, you might just open up your road map heart to find us.
But don’t let it go. Just set it fire to make it lighter.
Open up your road map heart for one night. Let me write a song for love by daylight.
I won’t let it go.
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Organ Donor Blues
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The Singers let you Down
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Line ‘em up and knock ‘em back now.
All the blood is on the tracks, now
all the singers let you down and you don’t think they’re coming ‘round again.
All the people, all the lights and
all the stops in endless nights.
Once your heart turns to glass you know nothing lasts forever.
All you do is fall in love. You do it with every word you hear them sing; cuts your heart with a diamond ring.
All the people all the races,
ukuleles on their faces.
No one wears an old guitar and no one climbs inside your car.
Over-dressed and over paying,
into walls you walk away and
tuck a picture in your sheets so when you dream no one cheats.
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Poison the Well
04:31
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Love's No Place
02:58
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John Velghe Baltimore, Maryland
John Velghe (pronounced Vel-jee) writes songs leaning towards personal narratives and accounts of people he’s met over 20 years of playing and touring. From a friends ex-wife in Austin to a 4-year-old waitress in Lucas, KS to a transvestite railroad worker in Duluth, MN; Velghe populates his songs with real characters who’ve informed personal allegories about escape, transformation and fear. ... more
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