Aaron McMullan - City Country City lyrics

City smells of paperbacks rolled up in jacket pockets Paperbacks that serve to say "Yes I'm well read, now will you f** me?" City smells of lonesome singers singing lonesome songs In a barroom where the shadows they grow longer with each note he fails to catch The city smells of you, woke up in dope-sick stupor I'm here, I lay awake in case you needed me For when I fall asleep I'm hard to shake, what with the pills I have to take To force the dreams back to the bottom of the arsehole of my mind Country smells of taunting spiteful train-tracks And the faces that peer out along the way to somewhere I'm afraid to go Smells of sun-bleached stones and sitting out reading de Sade On April evenings, with the dusk accentuating every syllable The country smells of hope, of hope for progression Progression, and I will progress in spite of what I say Country smells of memories and words that I might speak Or I might sing to you, if you were not so f**in far away City pierces sky, country hugs the dirt, and I here someplace in-between Not quite the wind, not quite the soil City reeks of loves I long to gain, the country, loves that I destroyed And destroyed all that they had touched, and they touched me, they silenced me The night-time smells of scheming and of plotting In the morning it's forgotten For the morning smells of cold reality The night-time is that city and that sky with stars obscured by neon etchings From the gutters to the rooftops, never dimmin, never die Never dimmin, never die