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by Terrible

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1.
Biographer 05:01
Silver trees Or is that snow perched upon the leaves? Desert air And I can't recall how I got here Florida bridge Where the ghosts do sleep I also make my bed Headlight fog Has dawn arrived already or has this slumber left me lost? My biographer is dead And my life has finally began No more questions in his skull As far as I could see he lost the words to tell Moonlit sky On Coney Island all alone at night Dip my toe in the beach Hopin' that the cops don't smell my weed Smoke and lies Well time is slow, but she's on my side Long ol' ride Whether you're on the road or locked up deep inside My biographer is dead And my life has finally began No more questions in his skull As far as I could see he lost the words to tell These dreams at night got me screamin' At everyone I love I'm hopin' and I'm eager With my teeth all tangled up I don't mind what they're saying but I Just can't go on livin' this a-way My biographer is dead And my life has finally began Lonely waves on a rainy coast I can tell you how it feels to be a livin' ghost The jailhouse pit They took my money my guitar and my cigarettes I lost the bet But it don't matter no more I don't owe no rent Say goodnight And maybe you'll see me in the morning light If I'm out by then From Atlantic to Pacific I warn you all things end My biographer is dead And my life has finally began No one has to know my name I can come and go and leave all the same My biographer is dead And my life has finally began
2.
Need steady hands to hold down a job Need a telescope, to see the eyes of god I need some kind of relief from gravity and grief Bad news on the wire from back home Seems half my friends are dead and in the tomb I put rocks in my pockets and i wade into the sea And I know I'm going down slow I know I'm going down slow I've studied all the physics I've read every word, written by your mystics It seems at last, we all can agree I gave away my Christian name To a pagan priest in the driving rain And I made my way from Gettysburg to Wounded Knee And I know I'm going down slow Yeah I know I'm going down slow Moon's shinning bright just like a quarter She's far away just like my lover She can pull me this way and that, but i know she ain't never coming back Sat down to write my last letter Did my best to line it with the last of my silver When i signed it I wrote, "I know now what it is I lack" And I know I'm going down slow Yeah I know I'm going down slow
3.
Hammer 05:03
My hammer’s at home, but my shotgun is loaded in the foyer With three last rounds while the crowd breaks down the barricade Hear Jockey Full of Bourbon on the stereo replay Mutiny and a terrible panic on the promenade I been knocked out on the floor before Johnny Walker is talking to me through the hallway door Your sisters and mothers and fathers and brothers tonight remain unseen So my dear child won’t you follow me through this television screen? The stars are marked, it’s three in the morning, I’m walking alone Paint boot stroke neon, cast streetlight shadows, just a strolling Van Gogh Sign stops my eye reads “this world is not my home” Hung round the neck of a man in the corner on a trombone The sky is falling and I’m mauling on my enemies Each decent man is one by one deceased I harden and laugh and pardon all felonies Pardon me, I did not know my grin brought on the police My hammer’s at home, but my shotgun is loaded in the foyer With three last rounds while the crowd breaks down this barricade Where, where do I go? Fly, fly away home
4.
'91 Ford 04:30
them chains Making that ruckus again Baby you know I need my rest I wish you’d stop shaking your head You’d feel better honey, just come back to bed Spent all day digging a hole to bury that past And I don’t know where you’re going When you’re gone I’ll be sorry for ever knowing your name Got a 91’ Ford Machine Got a 91’ Ford machine She runs all right when I can afford that gasoline You know the keys are hung on the wall You know the keys are hung on the wall Take for a ride honey, but please don’t forget to call It’s a mile and a quarter to and from work It’s a mile and a quarter before and after dark You know I gotta make it on foot Ever since you took my Ford on the move It’s a long old way to come home alone Got a 91’ Ford machine Got a 91’ Ford machine She runs alright when I can afford that gasoline You know the keys are hung on the wall You know the keys are hung on the wall Take for a ride honey, but please don’t forget to call
5.
She drops her hair, her temper flares I walk the avenue for some ocean air Where I spend the night In sheets of sand Hear big blue whales swim through my head Wake at dawn Move my feet down Magazine street Spot her Cheverolet, windows down Arms stretched out, sunglasses on I take her hand, she twists my wrist She says “You know I don’t love you, But I know, how lonely you are" Yeah I know how lonely you are Got the long dog sorrow From California to Colorado I guess I’m going home Although I like to roam I got stretched out hopes That the long dog will take me there Board the bus in the back Watch a moving frame of a southern land I can't look back when I move this fast See a young girl walking like a tramp She sits beside me We gaze but we don't speak From Phoenix to Santa Fe I hold her hand, we wrap our legs Until she gets off in Colorado Springs Don't want to say goodbye, I find her eyes Say, “I don’t know what love means But I know how lonely you are” Yeah I know how lonely you are Got the long dog sorrow From Colorado to North Dakota I guess I’m going home Although I like to roam I got stretched out hopes That the long dog will take me there Haven't slept in days I sit up straight at the stations The holes in my boots Start the same conversations Yeah it's stop and go, ain't no race Long dog takes a slow pace Off an on again, through twilight wheels Northern Michigan Lonely mutt, across the road Sometimes I think I’m the only lonely one But I know how lonely you are Yeah I know how lonely you are I got the long dog sorrow From the badlands to the great fresh water I'll know I’m going home Although I like to roam I got stretched out hopes That the long dog will take me there On a long dog, etc.

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Terrible things are always happening.

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released February 15, 2014

Jack Grendel - guitar, vocals
Sam Hawkins - guitar, vocals
Ted Kindig - bass, keys, trumpet, vocals
Nick Ohren - drums, recording, mixing, mastering, vocals

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Terrible Nashville, Tennessee

Terrible things are always happening.

Terrible is a band that currently resides in Nashville, Tennessee.

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