Peter T.
location: New Hampshire
listening to: Too much of everything!
registered: 1999.05.20
posts: 3017
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A nod to Kerouac's protagonist in "On The Road", inspired lyrics, stinging jolts of guitar, and a Springsteenesque piano break, all add up to a powerful few minutes of music. This is why music, more than anything else, lifts me up and helps me through the day. Life is simply better with it. "Stuck Between Stations" is best heard on the highway, with the windows down, volume set on "11", but sitting in front of your computer will still do the trick. Give the lyrics a quick glance before watching. Peter T.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Isvn_Dsj2bA
The Hold Steady
Stuck Between StationsThere are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup�s straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations.
Dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late.She was a really cool kisser and she wasn�t all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn�t all that great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but she�s tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it�s like it�s stuck between stations
On the radio.The devil and John Berryman
Took a walk together.
They ended up on Washington
Talking to the river.
He said �I�ve surrounded myself with doctors
And deep thinkers.
But big heads with soft bodies
Make for lousy lovers.�
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he didn�t
So he died.
She said �You�re pretty good with words
But words won�t save your life.�
And they didn�t.
So he died.He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but he�s tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had total retention.These Twin Cities kisses
Sound like clicks and hisses.
We all tumbled down and
Drowned in the Mississippi River.We drink
We dry up
Then we crumble to dust.we get wet
we corrode
and now were covered up in rust
Peter T.
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A nod to Kerouac's protagonist in "On The Road", inspired lyrics, stinging jolts of guitar, and a Springsteenesque piano break, all add up to a powerful few minutes of music. This is why music, more than anything else, lifts me up and helps me through the day. Life is simply better with it. "Stuck Between Stations" is best heard on the highway, with the windows down, volume set on "11", but sitting in front of your computer will still do the trick. Give the lyrics a quick glance before watching. Peter T.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Isvn_Dsj2bA
The Hold Steady
Stuck Between StationsThere are nights when I think Sal Paradise was right.
Boys and Girls in America have such a sad time together.
Sucking off each other at the demonstrations
Making sure their makeup�s straight
Crushing one another with colossal expectations.
Dependent, undisciplined, and sleeping late.She was a really cool kisser and she wasn�t all that strict of a Christian.
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn�t all that great of a girlfriend.
She likes the warm feeling but she�s tired of all the dehydration.
Most nights are crystal clear
But tonight it�s like it�s stuck between stations
On the radio.The devil and John Berryman
Took a walk together.
They ended up on Washington
Talking to the river.
He said �I�ve surrounded myself with doctors
And deep thinkers.
But big heads with soft bodies
Make for lousy lovers.�
There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly.
But he didn�t
So he died.
She said �You�re pretty good with words
But words won�t save your life.�
And they didn�t.
So he died.He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected.
He loved the Golden Gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters.
He likes the warm feeling but he�s tired of all the dehydration
Most nights were kind of fuzzy
But that last night he had total retention.These Twin Cities kisses
Sound like clicks and hisses.
We all tumbled down and
Drowned in the Mississippi River.We drink
We dry up
Then we crumble to dust.we get wet
we corrode
and now were covered up in rust
