"Atlantic Avenue" Lyrics by Cory Capron music by Annalise Lovelace Performed by Side Effects 12/19/03 Thirty miles till tomorrow And she ain't got nothing but a mermaid's purse Trouble's dragging the coattails again Across the dead lands we traverse A thumb pointing to the desert Looks like another visitor center castaway Hitchhiking to the east coast In a, prom dress and a black beret She's wearing her lead skin And her broken window eyes Grinning like a jackal bleeding With vultures circling the sky (Chorus) And she got nothing but a mermaid's purse There's nothing but trouble on her way Walking down Atlantic Avenue I got no plans to stay I'm just a-passing through The dogs sleep in the street Pawnshops and tattoo parlors are all I see A dozen bars down by the naval base And some sticky finger novelties Pink flamingos on the manor lawn The bachelor with the net cam stare Undresses her from across the bar Recording all of the waves in her hair And says he's headed that way If she's looking for a ride So where's the luck in this rabbit's foot? Always the bridesmaid - never the bride (Chorus) (Solo) Drop a letter in the mailbox Probably should call back home but what's there to say? Coffee ring on the Monday paper Café's buzzing with a talk like suede Been running like a boomerang After awhile don't it all start to feel the same? You meet these ghosts as you cross each bridge Till this, scar tissue's all you've got to claim Jazz a little around Soul searching in the lost and found The traffic lights all know that I'm leaving But there's one just like her, in every damn town (Chorus)THIS SCRIPT IS COPYRIGHTED MATERIAL AND MAY NOT BE DOWNLOADED, TRANSMITTED, PRINTED OR PERFORMED WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR
Performed by SIDE EFFECTS
Annalise Lovelace...Electric Guitar
Cory Capron...Vocals