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For Jim « Ted's Polish-Mexican Page

For Jim

Categories: Local Music
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Published on: September 17, 2014

Jim Parks posted the lyrics to “Flashflood” on his Facebook page (before Odile fizzled) and said that he’d post an MP3 of the song when he got a chance. Well, I’m saving him the trouble:

You can thank me later, James.

It’s cool that I do this because Jim played bass on the song, right?

The lyrics:

FLASHFLOOD (Jeff Keenan)

Let’s go for a ride, shoot holes in the road signs
Get stuck in the sand beneath the darkening sky
We’ll gather some friends, pile into the car and then
a little trip somewhere with nothing to declare

The radio said there’s a storm watch out, a storm watch out, it said
Waiting for the flash flood out in this river bed

We think in cliches and pile up all these empty days
Already regret what hasn’t happened yet
We like to complain out here in the flood plain
And think maybe this is as good as it’s gonna get

Sealing off like poisoned wells the parts where the true feeling dwells
There behind the barricades, shots ran out and bottles fell

Caught like this in a flash flood
Swept away, these roots aren’t strong enough

The clouds loom large on the horizon, each new bottle that he cries in
Emptied, tossed into the river bed, busted up with these hunks of lead
You listen to the shots and the bottles shatter, you listen for months for something that matters
All this wasted ammunition, who’ll get the next round?

The radio said there’s a storm watch out, a storm watch out, it said
I wonder how they’ll find us out in this river bed

Caught like this in a flash flood
Swept away, these roots aren’t strong enough

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