The 5th Brook Pridemore album, on high-quality, virgin vinyl.
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lyrics
The light at the head of the tunnel is the light of an oncoming train. I can see my reflection in its' unblinking eye, and I don't want to ride it, again. But I don't want to go to my Dad's, or Detroit, so I ride it at least twice a day. I've been searching for justification so long, it's an unwelcome change, getting paid. And, when my heavy heart hurts, I knuckle down and get back to work. And no one can tell I am any the worse, I hide it so well. The lights that goes on in my window are the light that goes out in your eyes. They both came so easy, they both keep me warm, but like all good things, both have to die. Yeah, well. 99 cents for a holiday favor is no nail to carry your trust, and a fading reminder of what we could be keeps being just barely enough. And, when my heavy heart breaks, I'll gladly re-make my greatest mistakes, certain this is the time it'll take, and we'll roll again. The light that distends every evening is the light of a broken down L. I don't want to be here, but I have somewhere to be, and at least I've a home for myself. I wish I was there, and I wish it were quiet. I wish I hadn't made such a mess. I wish you were here, and I wish you would call but, above all, I wish you the best. And, when the going gets hard, I fold my hand, and show 'em my cards. I have no reason to hide in the dark. I still love my friend. And, when the going gets hard, I hold you in the warmest regard. It don't mean nothing, being apart, when it never ends.
Imagine Jonathan Richman fronting Sunn O))) and you're not far off. Fourth best shaker egg player in the Western Hemisphere. Always on the road, based in Brooklyn, NY.