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1.
Dawn 02:12
Dawn opened my window, came into my room stumbling Sent my alphabet block dream castle crumbing Fumbling for the light switch, singing in pitch with the lark She moves slow and graceful Pulling the stitch that holds me to the dark I stood stark and bare against the morning like a babe The cool air, bewildering Like freedom on a slave I was saved beyond all reckoning or repair She moves so slow and graceful Killing with kindness the nightmares
2.
The city lights twirl by like a carousel Hold on tight, we might just ride this thing to Hell The tracks run out from underneath your sleeve and underneath this train that takes us into Tennessee Just give us a place to lay our heads We'll ride these rails until we're dead We ain't gonna change for no man or state Full steam ahead! It's Alabama by nightfall; Louisiana by dawn, freedom, if the lawmen don't find out which train we're on We got no food for cooking', nah the Sterno's just for light but the way it hits your cherry lips whets my apatite. Chorus The jungle down in Baton Rouge is more than ya ever seen but tonight, just shut your eyes, my love, and let 'em light your dreams 'Cause come this time tomorrow, we'll have reign of the whole damn camp It might be Hell for a christian; it's Heaven for a tramp
3.
The Wire 03:15
Burn that white flag, I’ve gone mad. I wouldn’t fly that color to save my soul. Was it the fact I was born bad, or the guidance that I had that designed me to self destruct before I’m sold. It’s down to the wire, the stakes get higher. I walk through fire; I’ll never tire. The key to the brave, is they think they’ll be saved right up until the day that they’re dead and gone. I guess I’m the same: I can’t fathom my fate, so I believe my name is the chosen one, and that’s my loaded gun. My only weakness lies between me and my woman. She’s the only thing worth bein’ weak for. If you saw my love for her, you might think I was bluffin’ but that would only be because you never sought more. Yes, I guess perhaps you really should have thought more on the things that you let your soul be bought for. And tell me why I should comply with a system that sucks dreams dry. Will it offer me security? How much does it cost? Not much: just my right to be free.
4.
Cannonball 02:38
Love is like a cannonball Open the door, or it'll use the wall And blow your heart into smithereens Leave the prettiest mess that you’ve ever seen But how does it go when you’re on your own Love is a river, you’re a sinking stone It rose like the sun, light filled up your home But it sank like a bomb and left you shivering to the bone Love is like a speeding train It’ll take you where you’re going unless you're standing in its way And then it blows you right off the track And leaves you with regrets that you can never take back But these are the instruments we all paint with The pigment of a prayer, the water of a myth And we can destroy the only reason to live Or we can create what they say don’t exist And it all just turns to fire and rain And you will never be the same again It’s true, you may just be a pawn in the game But then again, this may be no game at all Love’s a cannonball
5.
Pop's Song 03:38
"Hey Son, how ya been? I hear Los Angeles can turn boys to men" "Yeah well, hey, Pop, you know, it's not quite like that. It's more like they turn dreams into cold, hard facts. And I feel like going home. I feel all alone." Somewhere in Nebraska, a ghost of the Boss's harp blows and somewhere on I-80, an 18 wheeler rolls. And there's a little boy riding shotgun, his Papa's listening' to Hoyte Axton and they're trying to find the alphabet in the license plates as they pass 'em "And I miss you, I'm sorry I never tell you but a man has an ego that won't let him say what he needs too, like, 'I feel like comin' home' and, 'i feel all alone' Well, I feel like comin' home."
6.
I’m trying to dig up change for the Kansas Turnpike toll I’m trying to dig up faith in the strength left in your soul These county lines, they flash by with every cigarette Yes, this is the longest night that I’ve had to drive through yet Every hotel room smells like death The clouds across the moon move slow like your breath I wonder why the good times were so easy to forget Yes this is the longest night that I’ve had to drive through yet The fog lights come on with the rain Missouri is gone but not the pain And I’m praying to God now but I don’t know if he exists but what else could I do for you on a night like this? Your heart still pumps blood, I wish that it pumped hope I’m trying to bring you love at the end of your rope I’m blowing back these speed limit signs just trying to outrun regret Yeah, this is the longest night that I’ve had to drive through yet.
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White Trash (free) 04:43
I wake up every morning, about the break of dawn I hear the rooster crowing, and I'm feeling all alone There's honeysuckle outside my window; dew sparkling on the vine and those little squirrels are barking like they were mountain lions I get to thinking about the road and all the times they come back again I was born a child of these muddy roads and I'll die here lonesome as the wind Because all my cars, they done broke down, layin' in my front yard I ought get one together but the work just seems too hard A man come by this morning wanting to paint my barn Well, he painted, "See Rock City, US Hwy 31" I used to have a church woman, pretty as she could be run off with a gospel singer down in Nashville, TN So I drink a lot of liquor, Lord, I drink a lot of booze I'm a midnight country rambler, you know, and I ain't got much to lose. I wake up a lot of mornings, laying down in jail My head, it will be hurting', you know, and I won't be feel in' too well Now, that ol' fat-bellied sheriff, he'll come a walking' up to me He wants to know how it feels, not being free I tell him, "It doesn't matter much; I don't care a whole lot 'Cause I'd rather be in jail in Hell than a fat fucking cop!"

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"Dawn," the first EP in the "Lucky 7 Trilogy" by Gasoline Lollipops, witnesses the sometimes violent birth of hope.

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released July 4, 2012

All songs written by Clay Rose, except "White Trash," written by Steve Young

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