Looking out
At the big empty
Twilight and your mouth is dry
Took the desert for the sea
Dust in the distance
Low light, rattlin’ hum
Got your hat and your boots on baby
Thumb it like you wanna come
Oh you can fake it, but you can’t go clean
Welcome to the lonely highway, ain’t no silver screen
And there’s no direction, to where you’re gonna go
Just a house of your own erection, follow where the money flows
It’s the free land
Big racks, big guns
Hot stone, bleached white and blonde
Shadowed in the setting sun
And talk is cheap now
With your southern drawl
You can make it in the plastic jungle
Kitten’s got a lion’s claws.
Dance in the snake pit
Where the venom’s green
Put it all on the line each time
Running on their hollow dreams
No room for emotion
In the cold light show
You’re the idol of a base devotion
Screaming for that honey dough
Rolling into town
You try to shake it out
They’re gonna get you high, high, high
They know you’ve been around
So lay your cash down
Yeah you better roll high, high, high
Oh you can fake it, but you can’t go clean
Welcome to the lonely highway, ain’t no silver screen
And there’s no direction, to where you’re gonna go
Just a house of your own erection, follow where the money flows
Rolling into town
Try to shake it out
They’re gonna get you high, high, high
They know you’ve been around
So lay your cash down
Yeah you better roll high, high, high
This posthumous record by the lead singer of the Tragically Hip, containing both electric & acoustic takes, showcases his songwriting gifts. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 12, 2020
The latest album from British indie rock band is filled with pared back tracks recorded in various countries while the band was on tour. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 23, 2020