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Level 20

The blistered door, the rusted gate
The cinder path on a dead-end lane
Designed for gloom and no holiday
You know this
There is no map to mark the maze
Uniform colors is the going wage
Judged by how much you take and won’t swallow
Consciousness and burning at the cities edge
Everybody here is no accident
The midnight-blue are no gentle men, no gentlemen

Take another bite of the sunshine
Add another crack you won’t see
Just another wrinkle in the world up here
Living level 20, number 43

5000 souls stretched 25 high
Nobody breathe but in harmony sigh
Our fathers know, have the answers why
But who follows?
New lawgivers for the promised land
More concrete, another paper plan
But with muscle and blood we build with our stand
For tomorrow

Chorus

The wages to win, disappointing fruit
Born to advantage, no substitutes
Weed what you want but it takes no root and is hollow
Time bomb ticking with quarter notes
Learn the beat easy with the skipping rope
Harbingers awful.

Chorus

C G C G C D# capo 2

credits

from Shotgun Pillowcase, released December 5, 2007
TLH - vocals, Dobro
CE - programming. keyboards
Boštjan Gambač - musical saw
Al Deloner - ebow electric guitar

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Terry Lee Hale Marseille, France

Currently a resident in Marseille, Hale has been releasing albums for more than three decades. Hale’s work is stubborn and transcendent of genres and deeply evocative in a way that only a true original can be.

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