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What seems fine, so nice, ain’t right
It all appears to work but not quite
Things look strong and new, when they’re not
Underneath and behind it’s full of rot
There’s no good good here, no good good
There’s no good good here, no good good
No good laughs, no good fun
No good times, no there’s none
There’s no good good here, no good good
You can’t trust your eyes, they lie
Smiles big and wide, just disguise
Illusions and tricks, make believe
Camouflage covering so you don’t see
There’s no good good here, no good good
There’s no good good here, no good good
No good laughs, no good fun
No good times, no there’s none
There’s no good good here, no good good
Clear sky tempts you out into the storm
Pretty red flowers hide sharp bloody thorns
Lush green leaves front the mad hornet’s nest
It’s beautiful deception at its best
There’s no good good here, no good good
There’s no good good here, no good good
No good laughs, no good fun
No good times, no there’s none
There’s no good good here, no good good
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She said she knew the way, I was just 16
She flipped me her car keys, then taught me everything
Sneaking into bars, palming cards and poker bluffs
How to outrun the law while picking her handcuffs
Deep sea treasure hunting, laundering gold doubloons
Celebrating with good rum under a Caribbean moon
Charming both the princess and her mom the queen
In our Vegas penthouse, rich from roulette schemes
She said
“You can’t lay low if you wanna live high
You gotta play all your cards before you die
It’s boring being safe, can’t stay in one place
Got too many demons out there giving chase
Now some hands won’t win, some cons go bust
We’ll only get so close, it won’t be love
There’ll be some regret, some secrets you can’t tell
But the party’s good on the road to hell”
She found us the best fun, frat house to royal ball
New Orleans Mardi Gras, Brazil for Carnival
I was her James Bond, martini, caviar
Cruising at one-forty, chilling in her black Jaguar
We hosted kings and mafia, played golf with Presidents
Ran naked with the bulls, sang with Bono and The Edge
Walked down that red carpet with Johnny Depp in tow
We flew F-16s and rockets as far as they could go
She said
“You can’t lay low if you wanna live high
You gotta play all your cards before you die
It’s boring being safe, can’t stay in one place
Got too many demons out there giving chase
Now some hands won’t win, some cons go bust
We’ll only get so close, it won’t be love
There’ll be some regret, some secrets you can’t tell
But the party’s good on the road to hell”
My sister’s boy came to me for advice
And I could see adventure in his eyes
He was just like me at that age
So I sat him down and I gave it to him straight
I said
“You can’t lay low if you wanna live high
You gotta play all your cards before you die
It’s boring being safe, don’t stay in one place
Got too many demons out there giving chase
Now some hands won’t win, some cons go bust
You’ll only get so close, you won’t find love
There’ll be some regret, some secrets you can’t tell
But the party’s good on the road to hell
Oh yeah the party’s good on the road to hell”
“My girl was good at everything and she knew where that road went
But the one thing she couldn’t do was get off before the end
So promise me this .. Even if she begs you to stay
When you see that last exit, don’t you hesitate
When you see that last exit, don’t you hesitate”
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Farther from Good
03:21
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That place ain’t home no more
After what went down and they slammed the door
They wrote my name top of their black list
In big print, permanent ink, it can’t be missed
And I made enemies that don’t forget
I had to get out a town fast
I got forced out, can’t go back
Now I’m running down some dark lonesome roads
Getting farther from good the farther I go
Hunted down to hell and back
Driven out of bounds, way off track
Where demons seduce tortured souls
Getting farther from good the farther I go
No one looked at the facts
Nobody there gave me half a chance
My so called friends treated me like crap
Talking trash behind my back, I kicked their ass
And this whole ugly thing kept breaking bad
I had to get out a town fast
I got forced out, can’t go back
Now I’m running down some dark lonesome roads
Getting farther from good the farther I go
Hunted down to hell and back
Driven out of bounds, way off track
Where demons seduce tortured souls
Getting farther from good the farther I go
For those who want the truth, here’s the real story
My best friend embezzled, left clues that it was me
Factory closed, town got tense, cop came to take me in
He said “confess or I’ll go at your girl”
Well the anger in my fists messed up his face
I knocked him out and knew I had to get away
I needed wheels, stole his car, needed cash, robbed a bar
At every step it escalates, police on my tail, forever chased
I had to get out a town fast
I got forced out, can’t go back
Now I’m running down some dark lonesome roads
Getting farther from good the farther I go
Hunted down to hell and back
Driven out of bounds, way off track
Where demons seduce tortured souls
Getting farther from good the farther I go
I had to get out a town fast
I got forced out, can’t go back
Now I’m running down some dark lonesome roads
Getting farther from good the farther I go
Hunted down to hell and back
Driven out of bounds, way off track
Where demons seduce tortured souls
Getting farther from good the farther I go
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No Good Place to Go
03:58
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Alone and lost without any plan
Wandering loose over bad bad land
Everywhere I walk it’s all rock and dust
Every town I pass is rubble and rust
I got no good place to go
No flower field, no scenic road
No rest stop, no refuge, no home
No good place, no good place to go
No good place, no, no, no
It’s grey and dim, don’t get any sun
Stumble and fall, mark my trail in blood
Hard to breathe, I cough, the air thick with dirt
Lakes are dry, no swim for soaking my hurt
I got no good place to go
No forest green, no peaceful cove
No rest stop, no refuge, no home
No good place, no good place to go
No good place to lay my beat-up bones
No rest stop, no refuge, no home
No good place, no good place to go
No good place, no, no, no
Hanging on the edge by my last thread of hope
Barely holding on to the end of my rope
I scale sheer cliffs, climb out of bottomless pits
Cross maddening void just to find black abyss
I got no good place to go
No flower field, no scenic road
No rest stop, no refuge, no home
No good place, no good place to go
No good place to lay my beat-up bones
No rest stop, no refuge, no home
No good place, no good place to go
No good place, no, no, no
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Marc Blackwell Arizona
Marc is a singer-songwriter-producer in Arizona, USA. He toured for 11 years with Mike & Joe, sharing stages with great
bands like The Samples, Kid Rock and Vertical Horizon.
Pursuing his own music since 2007 has resulted in a lot of Marc’s songs on TV, his debut CD (2011), his band project Mad July's CD (2013), EPs in 2015 & 2020, a duets EP in 2021, 2 albums in 2023 and a number of singles.
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