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West Hell Street Parade

from Americana Soul Clash by Tracer Bullet

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Baby if you see me falling flatly on my face,
Don't reach out as if to catch me
Cause I'll grab you anyway,
And when the fall ends baby wont you visit me in May?
cause if the winter wind don't get us
Then the summer sun just may

It's alright, I'm just melting
let the heat corrode away
the dripping inhibition of the West Hell St. Parade
It plays out like a tragedy way up on a stage
but laughs out like a comedy
once the punch was made

The joke's been played for too long
and it's welcome overstayed,
the laughter finally died down,
but the obvious remains:
If I'm undone by what I've done
then I'll grin and I'll wave
at the passing burning train wreck of
The West Hell Street Parade

If I play dumb then I play dead
If any way I fit the bill
The then every day I always will

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from Americana Soul Clash, released September 19, 2012

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Tracer Bullet Chicago, Illinois

One part manic energy and one part street soul the boys howl out a message designed to cross genre boundaries. With consistently danceable rhythms and high energy melodies Tracer Bullet paints a musical picture that will bring to mind the fantasy of watching Wilson Pickett sing with The Clash. ... more

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