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Faded Gloryville, 2015
Written by Linda Ortega, Bruce Wallace
A country-swing number with a neo-rockabilly shuffle, gliding along on twangy steel guitar and Ortega’s honeyed, knowing vocals. It's a ballad about two people who know they're not quite right for each other, but since they're both a little wrecked, they might as well be wrecked together. Ortega sings with a sly wink, turning small-time aimlessness into something close to romantic. "We hit that Seven-Eleven / Hang out in the parking lot / And feel like we're in heaven / With all that we ain't got." There’s humor here, but also tenderness. The song celebrates the charm of cheap lights and second chances without ever sliding into parody, a love letter to the beautiful losers of the honky-tonk world.
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