Fool's Gold

from by Art Vandalay

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Verse 1:
There’s a bride standing on the side of the road got her thumb hanging out
Tryin’ to escape, tryin’ to escape a certain kind of fate
Well I was torn up like a tire with my wires hangin’ out strewn about the road
A broke down truck spinning its wheels from carrying too heavy a load

Well she climbed in with her dark glasses and sly deviled smile
She had trouble on her mind as she pried off that ring and never kissed it goodbye

And we pulled over from the interstate
Let the cold wind pass us by
Said we may die young, we may die old as she pulled me in close and tight

Chorus:
It was two days and a pair of tight jeans
A broken heart, a rip at the seams
Sometimes you just gotta chase the breeze

So take me away, wherever you want to go
As long as it ain’t here, I don’t really care
We’ll make it on our own
We’ll make it home
Hey, hey, hey

Verse 2:
Made a clean break from a jagged city where the ghosts and shadows roamed
Two tumbled souls thrown like a gambler’s roll, gypsy’d wheels and shipwrecked fools
Well she was singin’ like a jukebox playing at a diner
Tapped boots in time with the heat
Screaming at the wind like a phoenix at the fire
Laughing like a devil’s twin

And we made it out of an eight hour drive
Still nothing felt quite right
So we spent all night in a Days Inn
She wasn’t wearing nothin’ but the boots and sweat on her skin

Chorus:
It was two days and a pair of tight jeans
A broken heart, a rip at the seams
Sometimes you just gotta chase the breeze

So take me away, wherever you want to go
As long as it ain’t here, I don’t really care
We’ll make it on our own
We’ll make it home
Hey, hey, hey

Verse 3:
Morning broke like thieves on the run caught between a twilight and dawn
That’s when our great escape turned into a funeral parade
But we paid no mind to the angels on our shoulders
Kicked ‘em to the side of the road
That’s where it all began and there’s where it’ll end when you’re chasin’ after fool’s gold

When you’re two steps from the edge and ten paces from the draw
She dragged me with a wreckless and covered our tracks
And all the evidence of our past

Chorus:
It was two days and a pair of tight jeans
A broken heart, a rip at the seams
Sometimes you just gotta chase the breeze

So take me away, wherever you want to go
As long as it ain’t here, I don’t really care
We’ll make it on our own
We’ll make it home
Hey, hey, hey

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from Heaven's Operahouse, track released January 5, 2012

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Art Vandalay St Paul, Minnesota

Art Vandalay delivers a rich sound that sways and swaggers with an understated bravado. Not only does the core trio lay down their rootsy groove, but adding to the magic is local guitarist Colin Monette whose reverb soaked guitars and Chris Horgan’s sea-shanty accordion brings a whole new flavor to Art Vandalay’s distinctive sound that the Duluth News-Tribune calls "impossibly catch." ... more

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