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US 15
01:49
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Headed north on US 15
Trying to get Maryland out of my mind
See a wall and it's made out of hills
As I near the Mason-Dixon line
Around St. Mary's the land begins to rise
And the wall's growing dark in front of me
See Pennsylvania like the end of the line
Instead of a mere few hours ahead of me
I just get tired of all these mountain ranges
'Cause whenever I reach New York nothing changes
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Winter Song
03:36
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Hey the winter is the time for living...
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Centralia, PA
03:12
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The lights from the crematoria
Cast an eerie orange glow
Then I remember this is Pennsylvania
And they're only burning coal
But the smoke still rises from the ground here
I just thought you should know
That the ground under Centralia
Is about to give way
And we hold it in our last thoughts
As we pack our things away
And bring them to a new town, where we're all bound
And it won't be OK
There's a fire under us burning
That nothing's gonna quell
There's a ground underneath us falling
But it already fell
Just like Centralia is bound
To wind up so far underground
But it won't fall fast enough - for closure
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Lawrenceville, PA
01:48
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I live in a town that sits on the borderline
Travellers come and go on their own time
And they stop at my gas station and it suits me fine
Now they're building a highway, gonna bypass my mountain town
They're digging out the side of the mountain to lay that highway down
And the dirt lies in piles and you know it stains that highway brown
So take your trip going 70 down I-99
Forget 15, forget this town, forget those signs
Just remember the people and the places you left behind
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Susquehanna River Song
03:34
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High, high above the water
Far, far from the city
Rowing, rowing the Susquehanna
Home, home's where I'll never be
Caught wandering in the minor key
My body, my body's a stick in the current
My arms, the oars from an old willow tree
My heart, the shallow's a branch could get stuck in
My song, the only thing that sets me free
Only thing permits me to wandering
I left, I left my own home up in Athens
I lett, when my love left me down on the shore
So I'll follow, I'll follow the Susquehanna
'Cause Athens, it isn't my home anymore
Say I'll start anew on the Chesapeake shore
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Empty Town
01:44
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Couldn't hear any traffic outside my window
And you know how it is living by the road
Occasionally someone walks right past it
But it's never anyone I know
Staying alone in an empty town
Didn't really think I'd stick around
Staying alone in an empty town
Didn't really think I'd be around
Went for a walk in the park by the river
Saw a girl with a black hooded figure
Sun glistening on the last cold snow-covered
Icicle machete, he was chopping up fishes
Keeping my distance in an empty town
Really hoped you wouldn't be around
Keeping my distance in an empty town
Really hoped you wouldn't be around
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Desperate Thing
02:51
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We just can't see eye to eye, though I tried
And you're gone almost all of the time
And I shouldn't feel like I have to cry
Every time you don't call me back
So come back, come back I call
And you're somewhere where you can't hear me at all
Do you even wanna hear me at all?
DO I even wanna call?
You won't learn how to flatter me
'Cause I know it would be too easy
Figuring that it's what I need
But now you taught me passion is a desperate thing
But right now I am feeling fine
Just don't know how to use up all my time
You were going to take up all my time
All my time
I hope that you learn how to be with somebody
And that I learn how to be with somebody
And that I learn how to see in somebody
What I saw in you, except let it be true this time
Let it be true this time
Some other time, some other time
This'll do for goodbye
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Vice/Device
03:12
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Living in the past when the present is too near
Your vices are devices for getting through the year
Worn by the present, regarding the future with fear
Your vices are devices for getting through the year
Torn in two or start anew, well either way there's a rift
The present tells you some things, though it's through the past you'll sift
And though it gets difficult, being stuck in lateral drift
Some things may cease to be givens, but even they can be gifts
The innocence of the conversation chanced to strike a nerve
I hope you can forget it though that's not what I deserve
'Cause I need to poke and prod at it, and see what I can learn
'Cause I can't tell you anything until I know for sure
Living in the past when the present is too near
Your vices are devices for getting through the year
Worn by the present, regarding the future with fear
Your vices are devices for getting through the year
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Shinglehouse, PA
03:03
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I'm in the woods of North Pennsylvania on a single-track road
Don't know why I came here and now I just wanna get home
I see a truck coming and I pull off to the side
Lower my head though I got no reason to hide
He's just waiting for me to turn
See what I might have learned
Waiting for me to turn
See what I might have learned
I pull off of the road, hit the dirt a little rough
Distracted by the near miss and how much I'm feelin' in love
I took this Sunday drive this Thursday just to give me time
TO think about tomorrow when you'll be by my side
I'm just waiting for you to turn
See what I might have learned
Waiting for you to turn
See what I might have learned
I turn right around, regain control of my car
And in a mile I'm in your sights, you sure weren't going far
What were you doing out here and not across the state?
Whatever the reason is I just don't care to wait
I'm just waiting for you to turn
See what we might have learned
Waiting for you to turn
See whatwe might have learned
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10. |
Fictional Character
02:45
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11. |
If You Release Me
02:29
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If you release me, if you release me
I will always be around
If you release me, if you release me
I will lay me in the ground
If you release me, if you release me
I will always be alright
If you release me, if you release me
I will grow to my full height
If you release me, if you release me
It won't matter what the illness does
If you release me, if you release me
You can always love me as I was
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Peter House Rochester, New York
From the Southern Tier to the North Country, Peter House sings about traveling, community, philosophers in fistfights and Pennsylvania, and calls it all "country songs" even though most of them are only vaguely of that genre. Now living in Rochester, NY. ... more
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