“Age Of Miracles”

Automatic Blues (Lyrics)

Well some things aren't built for fixin'

make more sense to throw away

The touch of something human

is what I really crave

Oh, just give me one thing

I can sink my heart into

Not another measure

of these automatic blues

C'mon ... C'mon

The preacher preached the sermon

the sinners bowed their heads

Sometimes I feel so alive

I wish I was dead

You might be on your back somewhere baby

or leaning up in your pew

When Sunday lift the curtain

on the Automatic Blues


Turn me up, turn me off, turn me out, turn me on

Turn me up, turn me off, turn me out, turn me on

I feel like a pair of sneakers

in a washing machine

I'm bouncing off the walls

trapped in the heat

The damn thermostat's gone crazy

I woke up with the flu

Wrapped up in a blanket

with the automatic blues

C'mon ... C'mon

vocal, guitars: Chuck

Moog: Eric Drew Feldman

bass: Jerry Flowers

drums: Jim Bogis

horns: Ralph Carney

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