The Felice Brothers - Jazz On The Autobahn

[Verse 1]
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The sheriff disappeared
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He drove in a doomed Corvette
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Helen was in the passenger seat eating melon and spitting out the seeds
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Feeling happy to be alone but still turning a saxophone as cold as stone kinda like

[Verse 2]
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She said this is what the apocalypse will look like
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A tornado with human eyes
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Poisoned birdbaths and torrents of chemical rain
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Like the heads of state hyperventilating in clouds of methane
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Sundown on the human heart

[Verse 3]
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And this is what the apocalypse will sound like
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But it will be loud as a mushroom cloud
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It will sound like final jeopardy
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But somehow be ghostly like a glockenspiel
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Like the testing of bombs or the tapping of stiletto heels

[Chorus]
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It will sound like jazz
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Jazz jazz jazz
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Jazz on the autobahn
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It will sound like jazz
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Jazz jazz jazz
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Jazz on the autobahn

[Verse 4]
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The sheriff disagreed
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He tried to make the distinction between death and extinction
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They stopped off at a place called Hamburger Heaven to grab a bite to eat
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But Helen had no appetite, she just drank a 7 Up
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While the sheriff tapped his coffee cup to a distant beat

[Interlude]
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[Verse 5]
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It won’t look like those old frescoes, man I don’t think so
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There will be no angels with swords, man I don’t think so
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No jubilant beings in the sky above, man I don’t think so
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And it won’t look like those old movies neither
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There will be no drag racing through the bombed out streets neither
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No shareholders will be orbiting the earth, man neither
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It will be hard to recognize each other through our oxygen masks
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The successful sons of businessmen will set their desks on fire
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While five star generals of the free world weep in the oil-choked tide

[Chorus]
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It won’t sound like jazz
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Jazz jazz jazz
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Jazz on the autobahn
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It won’t sound like jazz
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Jazz jazz jazz
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Jazz on the autobahn

[Verse 6]
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They agreed to disagree
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They zoomed off in a doomed Corvette
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The sheriff couldn’t recall feeling this way his entire life
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As he drove through the principalities of unreality
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On the run with somebody else’s wife
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The heiress of Texas oil

[Verse 7]
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What is freedom? He thought
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Is it to be empty of desire?
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Is it to find everything I’ve lost or have been in search of?
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Or is it to return to the things is which there is no more returning?

[Chorus]
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Does it feel like jazz?
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Jazz jazz jazz
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Jazz on the autobahn
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Does it feel like jazz?
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Jazz jazz jazz
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Jazz on the autobahn
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Does it feel like jazz?
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Jazz jazz jazz
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Jazz on the autobahn
G D
Does it feel like jazz?
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Jazz jazz jazz
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Jazz on the autobahn
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Does it feel like jazz?
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Jazz jazz jazz
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Jazz on the autobahn
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Does it feel like jazz?
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Jazz jazz jazz
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Jazz on the autobahn