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Faultline Blues Lyrics - Artist : Roberts, Sam
I come from the east,
I come from the heart of the beast, of the beast Where dreams are made of factories, where hearts pound with heavy, hurried beats, hurried beats Can't stay here, can't tow the line I'm leaving for pacific standard time Now I'm headed west, trying to get this heavy weight off my chest, off my chest And the ones I love the best know that 'till I reach the sunset, I won't rest, I won't rest I left home on St. Valentine And headed for pacific standard time Now I'm on the trail to Kerouac, if he's unbroken, too G.P. died not far from here, he was wailing at the moon Twenty-nine palms are just enough, one less would be too few If I'm the diamond in the rough, then you're the morning dew Even ticking clocks can't ease your mind When you're counting on pacific standard time In orange groves on storage streets, I find a steady mind Wanna dip my feet in pacific standard time Human constellations burning out before they shine Just to dance a little while in pacific standard time Even ticking clocks can't ease your mind When you're counting on pacific standard time Stuck between the insane and sublime You're livin' on pacific standard time |
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