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Thea Gilmore Songs From The Gutter

Meet me by the tail lights Meet me here by moonlight Meet me by the river bed And we'll dance Meet me where the sky bleeds Meet me by the needle priest

Gabardine roses, tortured vines The sun has been hiding all this time Thought that I'd see you again somehow But the dirt is your lover now And outside

of the thousands of you come down with the heart string blues It is preaching all the virtues of love and providence It would sell your soul for a sad song

If it's true, a rich man leads a sad life That's what they from day to day Then what do all the poor do with their lives? On Judgment Day, have nothing

Spare me the psycho babble the mental rub-down For the third time today I put his record on I caught this ailment on the rebound I'm looking for another

Pressed up against this shop front Drawing faces there in crayon It's a long way from the pockets full of rain And you have walked the streets for hours

Must be the last resort To crash before you're caught All you pretty mid-town boys Pumping designer noise And when did you get so safe? Oh those veiled love songs