THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN (R (Remix)TRACK 5: THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN (Remix)

[Intro - Low diesel engine rumble, crackling AM radio]
[Slow, dirty slide guitar]

[Spoken - Deep gravelly male voice]
There's a stretch of road out west
Where the truckies never stop.
No servo.
No phone reception.
Just thirteen miles of nothing.

And one bloke...
Who's always waiting.

[Verse 1]
I was hauling freight through the pouring rain,
Twelve hours down and a back full of pain.
The radio died at a quarter to three,
And the headlights caught someone waving at me.

Long black coat and a weathered face,
Standing dead still in that godforsaken place.
He climbed aboard and shut the door,
Said, "Thanks for stopping.
WE'VE MET BEFORE."

[Pre-Chorus - Ominous Hammond organ enters]
I checked the mirror.
The road was clear.
He smiled and whispered,
"IT'S BEEN A LONG YEAR."

[Chorus - Heavy, hypnotic blues-rock groove]
THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN!
STANDING WHERE THE ROAD RUNS OUT!
HE KNOWS WHERE YOU'RE GOING,
KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT!

KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE WHITE LINE!
DON'T LOOK IN BETWEEN!
YOU MIGHT JUST MEET
THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN!

[Verse 2]
He knew my name and the town where I grew,
Knew my old man's stories and my first tattoo.
He said, "Remember that winter in eighty-seven?
That broken-down truck and the road to heaven?"

My hands went cold on the steering wheel,
I couldn't explain what I started to feel.
He pulled out a photograph, faded and torn,
Of a wrecked old truck...
ON THE NIGHT I WAS BORN.

[Pre-Chorus - Building tension]
The radio crackled.
The headlights dimmed.
I looked at the photograph...
AND I WAS IN IT WITH HIM.

[Chorus - Full band]
THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN!
STANDING WHERE THE ROAD RUNS OUT!
HE KNOWS WHERE YOU'RE GOING,
KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT!

KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE WHITE LINE!
DON'T LOOK IN BETWEEN!
YOU MIGHT JUST MEET
THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN!

[Instrumental - Menacing slide guitar solo, growling organ]

[Bridge - Half-time, sparse drums and low bass]
[Spoken - Quiet, increasingly disturbed]

I slammed on the brakes.
The engine went dead.
He pointed straight ahead.

"See those lights?
Just over the hill?"

There was a Ferris wheel.
A striped red tent.
And a black locomotive
Where the highway bent.

He said,
"I've been waiting a long time
To bring you back."

[Sung - Deep, ominous]
The road disappeared.
The stars turned red.
I heard a thousand voices
From the land of the dead.

[Drums build, distorted guitars enter]

[Final Chorus - Massive, dark blues-rock]
THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN!
STANDING WHERE THE ROAD RUNS OUT!
HE KNOWS WHERE YOU'RE GOING,
KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT!

KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE WHITE LINE!
DON'T LOOK IN BETWEEN!
YOU MIGHT JUST MEET
THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN!

THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN!
HE'S GOT A TICKET IN HIS HAND!
AND EVERY ROAD YOU'VE EVER TAKEN
LEADS BACK TO THIS LAND!

[Outro - Instruments gradually fall away]
[Diesel engine idling, distant carnival organ]

[Spoken]
I looked across the cab.
The passenger seat was empty.

On the dashboard
Lay an old photograph.

And underneath it...
A golden ticket.

THE MIDNIGHT CARNIVAL.
ADMIT TWO.

[Distant train whistle]

[Whispered]
"Welcome home."

[Final low guitar note]

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[Intro - Low diesel engine rumble, crackling AM radio] [Slow, dirty slide guitar] [Spoken - Deep gravelly male voice] There's a stretch of road out west Where the truckies never stop. No servo. No phone reception. Just thirteen miles of nothing. And one bloke... Who's always waiting. [Verse 1] I was hauling freight through the pouring rain, Twelve hours down and a back full of pain. The radio died at a quarter to three, And the headlights caught someone waving at me. Long black coat and a weathered face, Standing dead still in that godforsaken place. He climbed aboard and shut the door, Said, "Thanks for stopping. WE'VE MET BEFORE." [Pre-Chorus - Ominous Hammond organ enters] I checked the mirror. The road was clear. He smiled and whispered, "IT'S BEEN A LONG YEAR." [Chorus - Heavy, hypnotic blues-rock groove] THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN! STANDING WHERE THE ROAD RUNS OUT! HE KNOWS WHERE YOU'RE GOING, KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT! KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE WHITE LINE! DON'T LOOK IN BETWEEN! YOU MIGHT JUST MEET THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN! [Verse 2] He knew my name and the town where I grew, Knew my old man's stories and my first tattoo. He said, "Remember that winter in eighty-seven? That broken-down truck and the road to heaven?" My hands went cold on the steering wheel, I couldn't explain what I started to feel. He pulled out a photograph, faded and torn, Of a wrecked old truck... ON THE NIGHT I WAS BORN. [Pre-Chorus - Building tension] The radio crackled. The headlights dimmed. I looked at the photograph... AND I WAS IN IT WITH HIM. [Chorus - Full band] THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN! STANDING WHERE THE ROAD RUNS OUT! HE KNOWS WHERE YOU'RE GOING, KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT! KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE WHITE LINE! DON'T LOOK IN BETWEEN! YOU MIGHT JUST MEET THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN! [Instrumental - Menacing slide guitar solo, growling organ] [Bridge - Half-time, sparse drums and low bass] [Spoken - Quiet, increasingly disturbed] I slammed on the brakes. The engine went dead. He pointed straight ahead. "See those lights? Just over the hill?" There was a Ferris wheel. A striped red tent. And a black locomotive Where the highway bent. He said, "I've been waiting a long time To bring you back." [Sung - Deep, ominous] The road disappeared. The stars turned red. I heard a thousand voices From the land of the dead. [Drums build, distorted guitars enter] [Final Chorus - Massive, dark blues-rock] THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN! STANDING WHERE THE ROAD RUNS OUT! HE KNOWS WHERE YOU'RE GOING, KNOWS WHAT YOU'RE ABOUT! KEEP YOUR EYES ON THE WHITE LINE! DON'T LOOK IN BETWEEN! YOU MIGHT JUST MEET THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN! THE MAN AT MILE THIRTEEN! HE'S GOT A TICKET IN HIS HAND! AND EVERY ROAD YOU'VE EVER TAKEN LEADS BACK TO THIS LAND! [Outro - Instruments gradually fall away] [Diesel engine idling, distant carnival organ] [Spoken] I looked across the cab. The passenger seat was empty. On the dashboard Lay an old photograph. And underneath it... A golden ticket. THE MIDNIGHT CARNIVAL. ADMIT TWO. [Distant train whistle] [Whispered] "Welcome home." [Final low guitar note]

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