Away Down My Street
American Music Club · Other Songs - American Music Club
Plugging up my brain
Killing off my hopes
I'm an idiot king
Shoot 'em down one by one
You and me both, we live in a life we don't belong
And the clothes we wear, they always tear
Those second-hand clothes, they always tear
Those second-hand hopes, they always tear
away down my street
Way down my street
I walk, I walk
The sun's a prize for my weak eyes
I put my blindfold on
How do I get out of here?
move along Joe, move along Jack
The burning road welcomes you back
I'm high enough now to turn out the sun
I'm king enough now to close my eyes
And watch the ruins grow like my alibis
Like we're already dead, like we're empty as hell
We're jewels on a chain, yeah we're jewels on a chain
Away down my street
Way down my street
I walk, I walk
The sun's a prize for my weak eyes
I put my blindfold on
How do I get out of here?
Because there is no peace
There is no peace
Hey, hey God give me a hand
I'm in garbage land
Hey man
How do I get out of here?
Hey, hey how do I get out of here?
Come on man, how do I get out of here?
About Away Down My Street
"Away Down My Street" is a haunting track by the American Music Club, a band known for blending folk, punk, and indie rock into a distinctive sound. The song exemplifies the group's ability to weave melancholic melodies with raw, emotive lyrics that explore themes of memory and loss. Released during the early 1990s, the recording captures the raw energy and introspective nature of the era's independent music scene. The track stands as a testament to the band's talent for creating atmospheric soundscapes that linger in the listener's mind long after the music ends. Its enduring appeal lies in its simple yet powerful composition, which resonates with audiences seeking authenticity in their musical experiences.