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Pocket Full Of Dollars

from Apples by Timatim Fitfit

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1 - Pocket Full of Dollars [Roadtrip to the Underworld in an ’89 Dodge Aries] Barely knowing ourselves from each other we made an end of summer pact to drive away toward the desert in a sky blue piece of shit I’d bought for $100. A green storm chased us across the country for three long days and all the windows leaked. Topping out at 65 mph, it was a good pace for thinking. Togetherness comes more easy when you move slow. We stopped everywhere to see our scattered friends. Remember eating nothing but cigarettes the entire trip. You were barely verbal, having had too many visions the year before. We listened to countless cassette tapes, bits of songs you’d written, but never finished. Made plans for the future. Made camp beside a fish hatchery in Nebraska when the emergency brake failed and we almost rolled over a cliff. Kids blending into one another.

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I’ve got a pocket full of dollars
We’re out here on the road
Somewhere between the heavens
Where the sun don’t go
Started off in NJ
Big hearts and balding tires
Got a boombox in the back seat
Gonna set that map on fire.
I should have packed galoshes
Lord’s been leaking from the sky
The most important rule for traveling is
You better keep your feet dry
Cleveland in the evening
Cincinnati by the night
We pull off at a Waffle House
Before first morning light.
On the road I got so hungry
There’s no honey underground
I tried to eat my credit cards
But I know that that is not allowed.
It’s a nice place that we’re going
It’s a nice place that we’ve been
I feel like the weight of gravity
Is pulling us back in
Just crossed into Nebraska
When I felt my eyes go closed
Heard the buzzing of the shoulder
Slept on the side there by the road
Police woke us with their flashlights
Said it’s time you’re moving on
I got a pocket full of dollars
You got an idea for a song.
The boombox in the backseat
Is out of batteries
If we make it to Colorado
I gotta make an apology.
On the road I stumbled
On the road I fell
On the road I stumbled
Lay me down,
Won’t you lay me down.
Out here we do the flying
Out here our hair grows long
Thank god I got you with me
I wouldn’t make it on my own
When we arrive you’ll get that feeling
That you never had in life
There will be angels and they’ll be singing
Out of every single light
And banquet tables filled up
With all the sweetest tastes
When the sun is finally setting
You’ll be in your favorite place.
On the road I got so hungry
There’s no honey underground
I tried to eat my credit cards
But I know that that is not allowed.
On the road I stumbled
On the road I fell
On the road I stumbled
Lay me down. Wring me out.

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from Apples, released April 1, 2021
Written and recorded by Tim Cluff

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Timatim Fitfit Brooklyn, New York

The ongoing musical project of songwriter Tim Cluff.

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