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The second video from our set at the Greene Turtle. Here’s a live version of Streetlights on Asphalt.
Streetlights on Asphalt
Night walking through rain slick streets
she was only looking for a ride home.
Too many cigarettes and too many drinks
and he said just one word too many.
So she walked right out of that crowded bar
no one goes there anymore anyways
All she needs to do is get home
so she can sleep this off
then she’ll decide what she really wants to be.
But for now, she just needs a ride.
The footfalls fell without her notice
she was just too drunk to hear it
The next thing you know
her picture’s in the paper
and everyone’s wondering what happened to the girl next door.
The streetlights kept gleaming on the black asphalt
He was going downtown to have a good time.
It’s been a long day with a long shift and he’s tired of giving
them all the fake smiles.
Just one night out to clear his head and maybe it’ll all mean something tomorrow.
Standing outside that dark warehouse
where the music marched out like it knew which direction to walk down the street.
“If I just keep movingâ€, he said, “I just might find a way out of this placeâ€.
So he took some pills from some kid who’s name started with an “Sâ€.
and let it take him away to the tracks.
He didn’t feel anything when the whistle came calling.
but he didn’t have to get up for work the next day.
And the streetlights kept gleaming on the black asphalt.
He knew his mom wasn’t coming home today.
She went out looking for the man to fill her up.
She was running on empty.
So bored and alone with the sound of the rats in the walls.
No one even knew they lived there anymore,
They were thrown out months ago but the slumlord never bothered
to come down and tell them himself.
It was all cardboard and needles anyway.
So he took the stared down the chamber and took one last look
and knew he wouldn’t need to scrimp to make rent again.
And the streetlights kept gleaming on the black asphalt.

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April 29th, 2010 at 3:55 pm
That’s a lotta jacket.
I know it’d be in the rest of the tracks played there, but the background conversations really add to the feel of this song…I like how at the end some girl is saying “Oh mommy mommy…”
I do however feel like you probably should have had a guitar, if only to get your hands outta your pockets.