Best Kept Ruin
by Nathan Peek Band
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everyday in america
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dynamite
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invisible man
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vincent in love
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all night
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can't get it back
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out of luck
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come to peace
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julie queen of virginia
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kanerri
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welcome home
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about
all songs written by Nathan Peek 2003
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released 08 July 2003
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- Track Name: love song for flannery o'conner
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Drown me in the water, blood colder then hotter,
Then release my pain
Straight into the heart of a tale that doesn’t start but end
Skin like leather, if it’s only for their pleasure
I can play their game
Driven like a nail but they’ve driven themselves insane
‘Cause they know you, now they’re gonna be here for you
‘Cause they know you, now they’re gonna say they love you
‘Cause they know you, now they’re gonna be here for you
‘Cause they know you, now they’re gonna say they love you
‘cause they know you…
‘cause they know you… - Track Name: everyday in america
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Two-eighteen Hickory Hill, two nobodys named Betty and Bill,
An American flag flies in the front yard.
They love the south and they love the lord, they’re a picture but
Even the Lord gets bored.
Two kids, two story house, they’re a Hallmark card.
Daddy’s little girl Jenny is twelve. She knows how to relax has a
Friend who sells,
But she gets hers for free from her Mother’s drawer.
James is sixteen or he will be soon but his ID says he’s almost
Twenty-two.
He’s not much of a fighter but Bill puts him on the floor.
In a beat up recliner marked ‘His Not Hers’ with a scotch on the rocks,
It’s only his third
Bill sees the car lights pull up. Bill turns red.
“Where have you been? It’s half-past four in your Mother’s dress
Smelling like a two-dollar whore.
Now get upstairs young man and go straight to bed.”
Everyday in America. Everyday in America. Everyday in America.
Everyday in America. Everyday in America. Everyday in America.
Betty makes a fine cashier and how she makes money disappear
From the local movie rental store.
She drives a ninety-seven Cadillac, likes the color and likes all the room
In the back
And Jenny’s boyfriends listen for the horn.
Bill picks up a call for James and says “Betty what’s a pivot-man anyway?”
And then loads up the mini-van and they’re off to church
Where the preacher’s fried and his wife’s a slut, the Gospel lies and the
Doors are shut
To all of those God fearing liberals.
All week long sun up to dusk Bill works hard no one knows
What he does
And Betty keeps his dinners nice and cold.
Six grand spent to enlarge her chest and some have heard Bill say
“Betty’s the best”
While others say they’ve never seen a man so all alone.
CHORUS
The schools are strict, teachers make it clear that you’ll get your gun
Back at the end of the year.
Threats made loud but no one hears a thing.
The house next door is up for sell. Bill says “Move? We might as well.
Damn that sorry Martin Luther King.”
Jesus above the bed, John Deere out in the shed,
Elvis on the refrigerator door.
Closets and buried bones, lost love and broken homes,
Dirty dreams but why dream anymore?
CHORUS x 2
Two-eighteen Hickory Hill, two nobodys named Betty and Bill,
An American flag flies in the front yard. - Track Name: dynamite
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ike playing with fire, a fuse I lit myself
Like the fourth of July you are dy--- namite
This stability, I want to blow it up
Say you’ll do it with me ‘cause you’re so dy--- namite
And it’s the devil talking like a friend tired of being alone,
One we all pretend we don’t know
So love take over, the devil wants to
God bless the devil inside of you
It’s a sugar-rush, oh to be that young
So hot to touch just like dy--- namite
I can’t swim I sink, why stay afloat?
Pretty-in-pink, explode pretty dy--- namite
It’s not right but it’s dynamite
We hear you scream across the sky
Can we die never having lived at all?
Even stars fall every once in a while
I fight all night and dream all day, never once of the ashes
Now blackened soot where once my brain
Like playing with fire, a fuse I lit myself
You’d call it ‘desire’, I call it dy--- namite
You’re TNT oh but you don’t know
But you see everybody knows you’re dy--- namite
And they’re right you’re dynamite
Dy--- namite
Dy--- namite
Dy--- namite
Dy--- namite - Track Name: invisible man
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On a boat high on the water I am Earnest Hemingway.
Thin but strong, a little taller, someone else for a day.
I am no one you have seen before nor will ever see again.
Mark Twain was The American; I am an empty Coke can.
Twenty-four is old, it’s still ‘do as you’re told’
And I’m told that God’s got a plan.
No necessary dietary supplements,
Nice car and California tan. I’m the invisible man.
It’s a simple little contraption that lets me be whoever I please.
The neighbors want legal action. They say it’s the work of the Chinese.
Who called for a Samaritan who’s always prompt and good sometimes?
Well you can be whoever you want to be. Me I’ll be John Prine.
I wake up in my place over looking the bay.
I check the mirror to see if it’s me.
The cash flow, I watch it grow likes seeds on a breeze,
Like grass grows in front of me. I am Wen Ho Lee.
A fish out of water, a rotting peach at the grocery.
I saw it all in the terot cards. I’m Margie-Young-Hunt.
Through the dark your crawling creep, it clatters red blazes
But how can you tear at me if you cannot see me?
I’m red, I’m blue, I’m black, I’m green, I’m your favorite color.
Don’t kid yourself. I didn’t plan it. I could not care less.
Every man needs a place and just let the phone ring.
I’m not there to answer it, to care if it stops ringing at all.
A damsel in distress in designer dress
“And you can get your own coffee sir.”
It’s over quick. It’s just a trick. I am not yours
And I am not the one you serve. I am Allen Ginsberg. - Track Name: vincent in love
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I got all this love to give
Been saving it up, now there’s a fortune to spend
Got a work of art within
A kaleidoscope that spins if you’ll just look in
Where there are colors no one’s ever seen
Summer yellows, benevolent
Green to blue to green-surprise
My starry night lit by your eyes
Got no secrets, no master plan
Only want to make you understand
That the brush is in your hand
Come take your masterpiece ‘cause here I am
Can I give you a little chill?
Just tell me where and I will
Hold my hand, it won’t keep still
Consume the rest if you’ll promise not to break it
We could sleep in my bedroom painted blue
Or who needs sleep? There’s so much we could
Do you know the damage here?
Here’s my heart and here’s my ear
Got no secrets, it isn’t a scam
Only want to make you understand
That the brush is in your hand
Come take your masterpiece ‘cause here I am
If you could see the view
From this pink-ribbon in the sky,
The one painted just for you
Who brought me back to life
Where time doesn’t move
And love is not a crime
And my sunflower never wilts nor dies
We got Sundays in the park
Anticipating the corners becoming dark
Into the garden of Arles
I steel a kiss. I wish I could pass away like this
Can you live with my acrylic-catastrophes?
And learn to love my schizophrenic
Dreams replayed frame by frame
Of you and me on the bridge in the rain
Will you let me be your man?
I just want to make you understand
That my heart is in your hands
It’s your masterpiece, here I am - Track Name: all night
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Here's to another night, of putting out to feeding the fire,
To leave little to be desired. Making my rounds at the night cafe,
Where you leave your troubles at the door,
Then leave with troubles that weren't yours before,
But you'll always come back for more, and there's a crowd every Saturday night.
We can go all night.
The cafe's open all night.
Where I know I'll feel allright, all night, all night, all night, all night.
Drink up friends it's another year. If only Mister Vincent were here,
To see his point very clear. If there's a point you'd care to share well don't.
There's a woman behind the bar, who looks like she could be a star,
In rock n' roll and in fast cars. I only pray you never make it that far.
Left my baby at Seven-Dials, mixing words with a fingernail file.
But I know I acted just like a child. I'll find a way. I'm on my way to you.
Tipped my waitress and I turned to leave. The Devil said she'd accompany me,
To anywhere that I wish to be, if I never walk through that door. But I said
You can go all night.
The cafe's open all night.
But she won't wait all night, all night, all night, all night. - Track Name: can't get it back
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Sunday morning smothered and covered, wet umbrellas have their fun.
They laugh at all the Jesus lovers and gravy soaked up like a sponge.
Every face unfamiliar, hers is one I won’t forget.
She spins my wheels like a racecar driver unaware the car is wrecked.
She draws her bath; she’s talking to me through the door.
Christina Walls, you’ve been through it all but
I can’t go through anymore.
Anymore.
Anymore.
Anymore.
How I’ll miss our drives to Alton to see your Mom and Dad.
When you’d say you’ve never been so happy I’ve never seen you look so sad.
It wasn’t planned, please understand I’d never mean to cause you pain.
I sat sulking with the rain as we watched you drive away.
It had to be you. Would you find me on the kitchen or the bathroom floor?
Christina Walls, you’ve stood through it all but
I can’t stand anymore.
Anymore.
Land sakes alive, what now? Monday morning, how sweet the sound,
Saved this southern wretch somehow. A cause once lost now is found,
Making for the checkered flag but it’s me eating dust behind the Alabama tag.
At the bumper sticker I had a laugh,
‘cause who’s convinced that it’s you still pissed off at Yoko? You know – O---no.
Time under the gun, under attack,
The time in the race and the time off the track,
I can’t get over and can’t get it back.
Why laugh when I can cry? Why walk when I can crawl?
No truth. Just lies.
No ‘Penny Lane’ just ‘Honey Pie’.
It wasn’t me behind the pen. We’ve been through it all and I’d do it again,
As if this shit could ever end.
Time under the gun, under attack,
Time under the heap, as the stink in the trash,
I can’t get over and can’t get it back.
Guess I never will. No, I won’t get it back.
I fell in love then I fell through the cracks.
Then you called me lost. Well, I’ll give you that.
Christina Walls, it’s been a blast.
I can pay you back but I can’t get it back.
Can’t get it back. Can’t get it back. Can’t get it back. Can’t get it back. - Track Name: come to peace
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You've got a secret don't you?
You've got something you want to tell
There's something wrong isn't there?
There's something wrong, you know good and well
Heaven or Hell to break you
Heaven or Hell, where do I turn?
Tell her I've learned my lesson
Tell me it's one he'll never learn
He was something new in a life that just happened
when it did But she never liked it much. They're on to her again
But if it came down to one or the other
Heaven plays dumb while Hell doesn't care
Down to one or the other,
I'd have a better chance down there.
Leave me with my presumptions
Should I want to know more I will ask
She said she loves the way he takes
and never asks for more than what he has
Heaven or Hell bestow you
Heaven or Hell you bestow me
I don't want to know your secret
I don't want hope turned fantasy
It was his role as seeker while she just ran and hid
But I never liked it much, never liked to pretend that I did
I'm just one expecting rain. It never comes while
water flows the farther you go
beyond the city limits
where I will come to peace, and she will come to peace
I'm just one who's left here slain by the sun while
it feeds I'm told the farther you go
beyond the city limits
where I will come to peace, and she will come to peace
You've got a secret don't you?
You've got something you want to tell.
