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Cloud Machine

by Small Time Napoleon

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Meredith Avila Some of the best lyrics I've ever heard. Favorite track: Packed.
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1.
Over in the corner there’s this boring little play a pair pretending they are there defending honor something’s bumped from his finger tips, the jukebox starts to sing An old man at the bar tells himself, “I don’t hear a thing” but as the tune picks up its horns, he pictures her and sings along and though he doesn’t know it now, he’s unable to stop Don't let it slip away Pleased with his selection the bar-man settles in He sees a young thing crawling for some rolling gold that’s flattening A drunkard turns with his left hook tight, he slurs his words and he bares his right coincidence is in full effect here, the jukebox starts to disconnect till The old man becomes the soundtrack and to his tune the scene turns black Don't let it slip away
2.
Always was a sucker for a button-down tomboy two black one white and one blue he says, " you look familiar", she pretends he doesn't notice pretending aint so far from the truth cut up from the beginning oh and neither team is winning what makes the distance so compelling, where's the sense in it shell shock and diesel, can't you feel that locomotive cutting them rails, laying down tracks a shot at once a million and you know you shouldn't blow it baby but everybody feels just what you lack straight up you didn't know it, you takes these lines and you blow it you lose your questions in the answers and your turn around you aint been working on no railroad, its all been lies from the get go you'll learn your lesson as it sets in, no more hand me downs always was a sucker you knew you shouldn't touch her one black one white and what you shouldn't do
3.
All is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks Aspirin and Alka Seltzer help the wine I'm not gonna be the king of anything If I could just quit thinking, I'd be fine Same old brown paper-sack romance New shoes at the old spot downtown I'm going down to the salvation army to get the respect i deserve If you know what I mean All is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks Aspirin and Alka Seltzer help that wine I'm not gonna be the king of anything If I could just keep drinking I'd be fine Remember the night on the roof top Holding in smoke waiting it down to see that girl Life must be hard for that girl out there surrounded Oh that girl, oh she's out there surrounded always cutting them down All is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks All is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks All is fair in love and sex and all is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks All is fair in love and sex and trainwrecks
4.
Maybe 03:31
I should like to know, how’s the weather is the cloud machine still painting cars and swinging its sledge hammer? I’ve begun to think, that I’ve survived this long not by fate or winning genes nor blind luck of the draw It appears I may be God. I need to test the waters, but I know I can walk That being said worst things are judged of me In my defense women in my life all carry the name Mary I won't protest not while the food's still free Though they've started asking for my blood like I was serving grenadine It appears I may be God. I haven’t died yet and that feels like a lot I outstretch my hand and give unto them a small gift Not of power, gold, or land But I can bless the coffee And I control the tv I consider this my calling To be hailed for my healing I should like to know, who’s the weather Is the cloud machine still calling cards and swinging my sledge hammer? It appears I may be God. I need to test the waters, but I know I can walk I outstretch my hand and give unto them a small gift Not of power, gold, or land But I can bless the coffee And I control the tv I consider this my calling To be hailed for my healing
5.
Airship 04:35
Good evening on the Airship Guitars tuning up on deck Picking up that easy triple sway Lady won't you move right here spin around and swing that skirt girl put your hips on shuffle play Dance baile dance señorita me encanta, como mueves tus caderas dance baile dance linda niña me encanta como mueves como mueves Seven up found jesus jumped off that reefer train picking up that cheap slap steel repeat anyone could notice your window shopping strut downtown with the spanish eyes on the street Dance baile dance señorita me encanta, como mueves tus caderas dance baile dance linda niña me encanta como mueves como mueves
6.
Anita 04:17
Oh no the waves are coming, see them carry a quiet warning Lets drop the raft and row What is a family secret, if we can never get our feet wet Lucky for us there's a hole, in the boat Anita what a pretty circle Squeeze close your ghost stories, quote a verse if it stops your worrying but keep clear my throat How many children are you, I see three but that seems too few I could have sworn there were more maternity clothes Isn't it interesting how these things tend to grow Anita what a pretty circle turn your head while you drown me in the water you are walking on Well your surviving daughter, has a taste for holy water You've made just the right kind of mold She's married big like you did, if we're lucky she'll have three kids but she'll never know how close to dispose Had she come before the plan arose Anita what a pretty circle
7.
Packed 03:47
February’s coming fast, all those kids know what will happen All the lights outside your door, wont forget if you wont let them hear them come up stairs, all dressed up for music No one says she reads his mind, she can't help but pay attention Only making up the time, just some question of detachment And when she turns her head, the boys all act so tough but if I sing to you…would you talk to me Come the time for pulling strings, you only falling for the changes How much longer till we break, oh babe I wish we could have happened And then she’s crawling up your spine, but you’re holding out for love but if I sing to you…would you talk to me but if I sing to you…would you talk to me
8.
Just a sound in your head, tug a tickle from the edge of your memory A tap on the shoulder, a dance and you’re older, better do as your told till it’s over One more silent bet, you better watch what you wish for you know how the weather can’t make up her mind any more, I never go out at night unescorted You know you never meant for this to go no where Go ahead and call me out for looking at my hands What you found in your bed, bitter spatters on the halls of recollections words that get spoken such sly little tokens, what did you do when you found out you were broken You know you never meant for this to go no where Go ahead and call me out for falling through with plans it's just a handful of red i heard a whistle did a little bird told me? commenced to singing, or mentioned a secret those things you whispered, yes, you knew they would believe it or in another's words you know you oughta leave it but as you're so inclined, you'll choose the disagreement because it's just a little sound in your head
9.
Golden Noise 03:37
Talk about some golden noise tag along with bigger boys I don't care what they say I am not leaving till its over, leave me till its over, believe until its over Never thought of coming clean ticker tape and benzadrime everyday is a joyride I am not leaving till its over, leave me till its over, believe me until its over But half of the time, some drunken punchline hang your head, go to bed gotta get up tomorrow, get up tomorrow Used to clear an easy grand long before I turned a man point blank in the spot light I am not leaving till its over, leave me till its over, believe me until its over But half of the time, some drunken punchline hang your head, go to bed gotta get up tomorrow, get up tomorrow, tomorrow
10.
A short walk through the dark down to Broadway Think I'll choose my room And watch these figures bend through the glass to the hall way Some shapes sown to the wall by the moon Watch them dance and see them spin A fast break in the silence is louder When you’re out of tune This floor won't go silent with out you It will let some new band swing through And they will dance and they will sing Sitting still it can kill you, but run and you’ll lose your head Its like keeping time for the clock, its a cheap trick for idle hands you can watch it dance and you can let it spin Sitting still it can kill you, but run and you’ll lose your head Its like keeping time for the clock, its a cheap trick for idle hands This storm can blow in I have my plane in the air and it's learning Time is at most just a tailwind you can watch it dance you can let it spin He will cry, ”had the doors not been locked” And if not for his geography He would fly to the peaks of these mountain tops But for now he sells cars to the streets he can dance and he can spin Sitting still it can kill you, but run and you’ll lose your head Its like keeping time for the clock, its a cheap trick for idle hands You can watch it dance you can let it spin Break the dam let the water in Have the cat count its lives again
11.
Hurry up What are we waiting for? Lonely just praying For nothing to say Never enough Who do you take me for? Sporting the favorite Betting a fake Overheard Let fly the messenger One for you better few Madder the mind Only words Making you heavier Slick with ill residue Scattered in time Breathe in the babble Reject ancient fantasy Kneel to your candle Can you feel it happening? Defenseless or addled Earnestly, how we pretend Nerve and spark Strangled in latitude Remember who's watching you Trinkets and steam Pitch and start Flirting with absolutes Something from nothing Fact or belief
12.
I’m impressed you knew that much from a rorschach test most people choose the blindfold over the vest I knew you’d slip backwards if time allowed Impulse is your backbone and emotion your shroud So fall to the symptoms that breed swine and sweat There sits the enlightenment and how close you did get But tell me your sign, it will add a lot When you sell your story for a walk-on part All sales are final was it not made clear This ink stains eternal I used to hear All sailors follow voices until they are swallowed Men are unproven as their sight suggests Blind past their forearms and dumb without their fists How cold is the universe, how dark the abyss How deep is the river, how high the cliffs All sales are final was it not made clear This ink stains eternal I used to hear All sailors follow voices until they are swallowed All sales are final was it not made clear This ink stains eternal I used to hear All sailors follow voices until they are swallowed I’m impressed you knew that much from a rorschach test
13.
Me and Mary Magdalene walk down on the bank Talking with our hands in our coats We stand so close and the wind is so cold These are the nights when it happens All the sinners come down with their money tucked in Hear them shift workers grown in the dark With skin on skin and a pocket full of pills Things that a grown man should know Me and Mary Magdalene old here bumping this grind Shadows on black water chilled in the scrips of the night You been playing it soft out the corner of your eye Lean back your shoulders and laugh But then wake up from dreaming Look around the room for you But then I wake up from dreaming She aint there she ain't there you ain't there I been drinking whiskey But this devil don't care And this dirty old river don't listen On the militant roll I want to work for the railroads But me and Mary mag go back a long way Me and Mary Magdalene walk down on the bank Talking with our hands in our coats

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released May 15, 2015

Dan Hardin: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jeff Thomas: Vocals, Electric Guitar
Dave Neill: Bass, Vocals
Ryan Fowler: Drums, Percussion

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Small Time Napoleon Louisville, Kentucky

Small Time Napoleon has been described as “a mad science blend of western swing, hot jazz, and folk” by Insider Louisville’s Kyle Ware. Their live shows are intimate and natural while remaining energetic. Their combination of swing-era influence with modern inclinations has driven them to a sound and style that is both new and old and wholly their own. ... more

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