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• Artiste: Ike Reilly
• Titre: Garbage Day (Acoustic)
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Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you? When I come back to you will you be sorry? Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you makes me think of you and I get so lonely We took an off-ramp to a bluegrass jamboree just to kill some time, and maybe get a drink heard those sweet harmonies and it made me feel blue made me think of you and I got so lonely Later that day we came upon an execution like a carnival of death, with protest and confusion I met a girl from the college in the crowd she dropped her shoes when she bent down it made me feel more all alone And Tommy O'Donnell, that half-irish motherfucker was singing country songs, and suckin' on my thumb he was startin' up some trouble with a cop in Fort Wayne, Indiana claimin' that the Klan had lynched his uncle, for the color of his gun Hey now, whatcha gonna do when I come back to you? When I come back to you will you be sorry? Hey now, everyone I meet makes me think of you makes me think of you and I get so lonely Well I believe you, when you say that I'll be judged on garbage day Baby, you've been on my mind Halloween night at the Clairmont in Atlanta A strip joint in the basement of a transient hotel dressed up there as ladies, Johnny Diamond on the dance floor and the quickest bandit of them all took money at the door and the girl with the anger, who's costume was familiar her posture it was brilliant, and I recognized her shoes I recognized her shoes, she was dressed up just as you to me she looked like you and I got lonely Well the dogs they run, and the whiskey cums laughed to myself, I've come undone I got burned out in the sun, sleepin' off my lonely Hey now, I can't tell the buildings from the people the strangers from the steeples, my anger from my friends I'm soaked here in the juices, I've been beat up by the Stooges Who are singin' in my head, why can't we all... just get along just get along just get along just get along just get along