Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kerouac's Teeth, artist - Get Dead. Album song Tall Cans & Loose Ends, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 24.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gunner
Song language: English
Kerouac's Teeth |
On the road like Kerouac, packed in a van full of Bukowski’s |
In the desert in November, there’s so much out there I’d like to see |
But the silence in the canyon, feels just fine with electricity |
And in this harsh environment well, even the devil gets his sympathies |
So I dig on down into the dirt |
Past the surface, and the hurt, just to see what we’ve been building on |
Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals |
Then all I found was, were these songs |
Just old songs, they’re never quite right but they’re never quite wrong |
Old songs, just old songs |
They might lead you astray or they might just lead you home |
And the city lights and stars just fight, so in the dark is where I’d rather be |
Far away from all the left and the right wing televised tragedy |
And it’s easy not to pick a side, when it’s just all a compromise to me |
But ain’t it all just a fucking lie, when you come to find they put a price on |
free |
So I dig on down into the dirt, |
Past the surface, and the hurt, just to see what we’ve been building on |
Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals |
Then all I found was, were these songs |
Just old songs, they’re never quite right but they’re never quite wrong |
Old songs, just old songs |
They might lead you astray or they might just lead you home |
We’re throwing grenades in small spaces just to save face for an argument |
But it’s all just a brass polish on a sinking ship the point has missed my |
friends |
And I’ve been holding my breath for longer than I’d like to state |
So I exhale a bitter smoke of just about well everything |
So I dig on down into the dirt |
Past the surface and the hurt, just to see what we’ve been building on |
Past the love regret and fire, childish dreams and downward spirals |
Then all I found was, were these songs |
Just old songs, they’re never quite right but they’re never quite wrong |
Old songs, just old songs |
They might lead you astray or they might just lead you home |
All these old songs |