Fuel Songtext

von Damien Jurado

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