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  1. Andersonville

From the recording Ghosts & Whispers

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Andersonville
by Mike Stocksdale

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Lyrics

I am riding on the redline moving backward in slow motion
while the Vietnam cafes on argyle drift beyond my reach

I am lost and I am lonely still a fool but not the only one
who's searching for September in the February cold

if anybody really sees me they don't tell me they just go through all the
mundane Monday morning motions everybody knows

who can tell between a place
and where it lives in time and space?

andersonville
my heart still beats in
andersonville

Man it’s colder in Chicago than I ever thought i could be
who knew winter was a season that would freeze your heart and soul

no one knows it but I'm waiting more like hopeful hibernating
wanting more but knowing better than to tell someone your dreams

so I am riding on the redline through a sea of Sunday mornings
longing for the shore of michigan to thaw and flow again

I am summer spring and fall
but I am winter through it all in

andersonville
my heart still beats in
andersonville

all those years went by full throttle tried to catch them in a bottle with every
song I wrote about you now you're trapped inside the pages of my
composition book you know the black one that I took to every
dive bar and cafe on clark it's filled with all these words
and they paint pictures they make movies in my mind and they shake groupies to the
bone but truth is I'm unknown to everyone but you

so I ride on and on and on
because I've never really gone from

andersonville
my heart still beats in
andersonville

© Mike Stocksdale

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