Cigarettes and Rock-n-Roll

Last Fall, at the Freakwater show in Cleveland. Beachland, the bar side.

Never heard Freakwater? You are missing something amazing:

Lyrics to the song "Great Potential" by Freakwater:

Your breathes not exactly like a breath of Spring/
And your eyes aren't shining bright as any diamond ring/
Your hair's not flowing down like a great black waterfall/
And things that used to turn me on don't move me at all/

Every word you speak's not the smartest thing I've ever heard/
When you talk about yourself/
I'm not hanging on your every word/
I know every line on your face could tell a story/
But I've heard them all before and now they bore me/

Even your great potential just leaves me cold/
When I look at you I'm thinkin'/
God, do I look that old?/
I've been told/
a city of gold/
waits at the bottom of a long dark hole/
but i can't wait around for that story to unfold/
it leaves me cold

Imagine that in the high lonesome, bluegrass twang. And then end the show with an amazing rendition of the classic bluegrass anthem, "Rank Strangers." Good stuff...