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'''"Away Down My Street"''' is the 3rd song on [[start|American Music Club]]'s debut album, 1985's ''[[The Restless Stranger]]''. | '''"Away Down My Street"''' is the 3rd song on [[start|American Music Club]]'s debut album, 1985's ''[[The Restless Stranger]]''. A live version from the Hotel Utah in San Francisco, California appears on the 1998 reissue of [[American Music Club]]'s ''[[Engine]]'' album. | ||
==Lyrics== | ==Lyrics== | ||
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| Song by American Music Club from the album The Restless Stranger | |
| Released | 1985 |
| Format |
LP CD (1998 reissue) |
| Length | 4:21 |
| Label | Grifter Records |
| Writer(s) | Mark Eitzel |
| Producer(s) | Tom Mallon |
| The Restless Stranger track listing | |
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"Away Down My Street" is the 3rd song on American Music Club's debut album, 1985's The Restless Stranger. A live version from the Hotel Utah in San Francisco, California appears on the 1998 reissue of American Music Club's Engine album.
Lyrics
I’ll sit inside, emptying a bottle
Plugging up my brain
Killing off my hopes
I’m an idiot king
Shoot ’em down one by one
You and me both, we live in a life we don’t belong
And the clothes we wear, they always tear
Those second-hand clothes, they always tear
Those second-hand hopes, they always tear
Away down my street
Way down my street
I walk, I walk
The sun’s a prize for my weak eyes
I put my blindfold on
How do I get out of here?
Move along Joe, move along Jack
The burning road welcomes you back
I’m high enough now to turn out the sun
I’m king enough now to close my eyes
And watch the ruins grow like my alibis
Like we’re already dead, like we’re empty as hell
We’re jewels on a chain, yeah we’re jewels on a chain
Away down my street
Way down my street
I walk, I walk
The sun’s a prize for my weak eyes
I put my blindfold on
How do I get out of here?
Because there is no peace
There is no peace
Hey, hey garbageman
I’m in garbage land
Hey man
How do I get out of here?
Hey, hey how do I get out of here?
Come on man, how do I get out of here?
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Personnel
- American Music Club
- Mark Eitzel – vocals, guitar
- Vudi – guitar
- Danny Pearson – bass
- Matt Norelli – drums
- Brad Johnson – keyboards
- Technical
- Tom Mallon – producer