Cut From The Same

by The Stolen Page

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1.
Pulled into town late last night Thought I saw a little shelter in those eyes So let me buy you a drink, you can tell me your name I've got a feeling we're cut from the same We roll like thunder We crash like cars We bury our lovers In the bottom of our hearts We roll like thunder We roll like thunder, yeah, yeah Barstool poets, hopeless romantics Lovesick drunks, beautiful losers We're all friends and sometimes more Never finding what we're looking for We roll like thunder We crash like cars We bury our lovers In the bottom of our hearts We roll like thunder We roll like thunder, yeah, yeah Handwritten on my heart Pulling me apart Tattooed on our souls The words that guide us home We roll like thunder We crash like cars We bury our lovers In the bottom of our hearts We roll like thunder We roll like thunder, yeah, yeah And flash like lightning And flash like lightning And flash like lightning
2.
Summer Winds 03:23
The radio was busted in Johnny's beat up old Ford All we had were a few warped tapes Petty, Springsteen and The Doors Do you remember? Do you remember last summer? Drink driving home from the beach I was curled up with Anna on the back seat The sun was setting through the rear window I felt my youth fade away and I just let go Walking round inside a coma When she gets stoned she likes to sing Our voices crack from the whiskey on our breath A siren song for all your fragile charms Do you remember? Do you remember last summer? Drink driving home from the beach I was curled up with Anna on the back seat The sun was setting through the rear window I felt my youth fade away and I just let go We drove all night with the pedal to the floor We drove all night 'til we couldn't drive no more Lit a fire, took sips from the bottle Slowly finding our way home Drifting on summer winds Drink driving home from the beach I was curled up with Anna on the back seat The sun was setting through the rear window I felt my youth fade away and I just let go
3.
They collected Ginsberg's tears and sold them by the bottle They graffitied Whitman’s words on the walls The bar looked like 1965 stacked with vintage queens And I was starting to wonder if this all was a dream Oh the poet's daughter, Took me by the hand and led me through the slaughter She was wrapped in a dress, pretty little thing Looked like it was made out of alligator skin The jukebox played nothing but The Stones and Townes Van Zandt Afterparty upstairs getting out of hand Stretched out on the floor drinking strawberry wine Does your boyfriend know that you come here every night? Oh the poet's daughter, Took me by the hand and led me through the slaughter She was wrapped in a dress, pretty little thing Looked like it was made out of alligator skin I swear I closed my eyes just for a second and she was gone Now I'm stuck at the party with the cannon ballers and the suicide blondes Oh the poet's daughter, Took me by the hand and led me through the slaughter She was wrapped in a dress, pretty little thing Looked like it was made out of alligator skin
4.
Road Trips 04:19
She likes to take road trips to the places her heroes die I still wish that I was half as cool as James Dean I came to the bar to forget my name But you're giving me eyes as the jukebox plays Good girls that learnt to misbehave Drive boys like me wild into the flames And I know this one horse town It always brings you down So let's break out for a little while She likes to take road trips to the places her heroes die I still wish that I was half as cool as James Dean When her parents split she promised she'd never cry Watching those old movies a single tear fell from her eye My baby was as beautiful as Natalie Wood My queen from a silver screen, angel misunderstood I want to tattoo your secrets under my skin I sink like an anchor lost in your seas I can't predict your weather but I need you to know That I murdered my demons to marry your ghost And I know this dead man's town It always brings you down So let's break out for a little while She likes to take road trips to the places her heroes die I still wish that I was half as cool as James Dean When her parents split she promised she'd never cry Watching those old movies a single tear fell from her eye Fell from her eye Joe Strummer, Jack Kerouac Gram Parsons, Sylvia Plath Kurt Cobain, Woody Guthrie Charles Bukowski, Jeff Buckley Marilyn Monroe, Charles Dickens Robert Johnson, Hank Williams I'll follow wherever you go I'll follow wherever you go I'll follow wherever you go I'll follow wherever you go I'll follow I'll follow She likes to take road trips to the places her heroes die I still wish that I was half as cool as James Dean
5.
Blue Jeans 04:11
I keep your photograph My wallet, back pocket of my blue jeans Fell in love like a hurricane I feel her touch wash away my pain Quicker than the booze and the pills used to do I'm so in love with you I keep your photograph My wallet, back pocket of my blue jeans I want to be your man The only man you'll ever need The only man you'll ever need My mother was in the hospital My father was far away Baby was on the phone asking if I was ok I think about her every second of every day Some nights I wish I asked her to stay I keep your photograph My wallet, back pocket of my blue jeans I want to be your man The only man you'll ever need The only man you'll ever need The freckles on her nose, the flowers of her face The only bloom in summer and they take my breath away I don't sleep at night, I just lay awake And wonder what you're doing and if you feel the same Do you feel the same? I keep your photograph My wallet, back pocket of my blue jeans I want to be your man The only man you'll ever need The only man you'll ever need I keep your photograph My wallet, back pocket of my blue jeans
6.
Stolen Page 03:59
Autumn's the colour of my baby's eyes Tears turn to rivers that I can't navigate So in love but still so sad Magnolia memories once crystal clear You are a novel with a stolen page I'm missing something but I don't know what it is Ink is the colour of my baby's hair I drink her perfume and I hallucinate Unravelled like an old cassette Skipping like a record that you won't forget You are a novel with a stolen page I'm missing something but I don't know what it is Love is a pretty little thing set on fire waiting to be destroyed Love is a pretty little thing set on fire waiting to be destroyed Love is a pretty little thing set on fire waiting to be destroyed Love is a pretty little thing set on fire waiting to be destroyed You are a novel with a stolen page I'm missing something but I don't know what it is Love is a pretty little thing set on fire waiting to be destroyed Love is a pretty little thing set on fire waiting to be destroyed
7.
Sweet illusions in summer rain Cocaine kisses, flicker and fade Cut off jeans, bikini girls Taste like vodka down a tilt-a-whirl Oh dirty town by the sea Empty oceans over me Watching the sun coming up Feels like falling out of love with the night before Lonesome morning, our skeletons are cold I lay at her feet and watch the flowers grow Above the arcade in sweaty rooms Bodies tremble to a broken groove Glazed eyes and a naked silhouette Pulls me under for a drag on a cigarette Oh dirty town by the sea Empty oceans over me Watching the sun coming up Feels like falling out of love with the night before Lonesome morning, our skeletons are cold I lay at her feet and watch the flowers grow Salt in the air, smoke in my lungs I'm laughing, am I having fun? So messed up that I'm numb From all the deadbeat shit I've done If I left this place today You wouldn't have me back anyway So from town to town we play Songs and small town serenades Watching the sun coming up Feels like falling out of love with the night before Lonesome morning, our skeletons are cold I lay at her feet and watch the flowers grow
8.
Baby when I'm missing you I stick a record on something slow and blue And there you are before my eyes Dancing around the room Sweet illusions of my English rose Somewhere east of Eden where nobody goes I'll make her my wife Together we'll hide out and grow old You're the queen of my heart Queen of the city Oh my god ain't she pretty tonight We're dancing all night When you left I understood We're like old Hollywood movie love And I will be your Jimmy Dean If you'll be my Natalie Wood Prove it all night in the mansion on the hill Hold you so tight, hold you so still The only thing you'll hear when I whisper in your ear Three words we all hold dear You're the queen of my heart Queen of the city Oh my god ain't she pretty tonight We're dancing all night I want to feel you breathe in and out of time I want to see your lips part and say that you're mine I want to feel your bones start to shake When I lay you down in a sweet embrace You're the queen of my heart Queen of the city Oh my god ain't she pretty tonight We're dancing all night We're dancing all night And the stars they aligned Down on the lower east side
9.
Stay true! Stay free! Stay true! Stay free! Dragged the lake last night Tell me what did you find? Skeletons of ex-bestfriends Love letters that burned the pen Sunken treasures of a mis-spent youth I want to be there for you when no one else is You can try to fight but I will light your darkness Stay true! Stay free! Tattooed lines under my skin Stay true! Stay free! The words my heroes taught me There's a hunger in your eyes the likes I've never seen I'm not leaving tonight unless you're coming with me Listening to 'Drive All Night' Tears forming in our eyes Old songs that mean the world To broken boys and girls Hurts like hell right now I've been there I want to be there for you when no one else is You can try to fight but I will light your darkness Stay true! Stay free! Tattooed lines under my skin Stay true! Stay free! The words my heroes taught me There's a hunger in your eyes the likes I've never seen I'm not leaving tonight unless you're coming with me
10.
I bummed a smoke from Jesus on the way home from the bar Spitting at the stars, talking how we got our scars My roaring twenties they slowed to a sweet decline Since I turned twenty-five I feel like I'm running out of time Running out of time Well I met a girl back home and we shared a single bed Late night conversations led to pressing of the flesh I drank myself stupid. I smoked myself numb Then when I wake up I wonder why I'm so alone God, I'm so alone And the night kept coming in and I shut you out The ashes of Saturday night leave plenty to cry about And the night kept coming in and I pushed you away The ashes of Saturday night are filling up Sunday's lungs again Filling up Sunday's lungs again Burn me alive, bury me at sea Swear like a sailor when you fuck me like a queen I lay at your feet in reverie Oh Miss Misery won't you comfort me Smother my memories And the night kept coming in and I shut you out The ashes of Saturday night leave plenty to cry about And the night kept coming in and I pushed you away The ashes of Saturday night are filling up Sunday's lungs again Filling up Sunday's lungs again

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released May 1, 2015

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