Damien Jurado — Fuel

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Oh my litle thiefyou’ve been slipping through the wrong seeve
On my little yaht all we thought about was shore leave
Single exhaust truck doomed to vanish in it¹s own mist
Oh I liked the plan but you had to pick the wrong men
You needed four or five
And one to park & drive
A parking lot bender
One in one out of mind
And one to kill your time
I shot all your darlings
My imperfect crime

One to confront me with burdons beyond me
One to keep me high and dry
(With) rain falling out of a clear blue sky
One to control me one not to call me
One to be what I am not chainsaw cutting a forget me not
— (change very scene but never the plot)
For my memory non stop shifted all entries
(With a) time based tendancy
To pick out snobs and call them hippies
I said we needed fuel
And one way roads are cruel
But somehow we¹ld get there
I¹ll trade my wine for fuel
And dance around the stool
Mechanical bullshit
Not a one life hit
Meanwhile i was — out there filling tanks
You were pushing up my daisies
Strand on fuel flood banks
With a blindfold in the hazy