One album I've listened to quite a bit lately is 24 Hours A Day by The Bottle Rockets. It's a fine album.
Although you could interpret the first song's lyrics as being creepy, if you have the band's acoustic album, Not So Loud, you know the song is really about the lead singer being at the VP Fair in St. Louis and not being able to see Dolly Parton perform. He could hear her, but the only spot he could find was one where he couldn't see her.
In typical Bottle Rockets fashion, the second tune is about a guy held hostage by car repair issues: "I'm stuck in Indianapolis with a fuel pump that's deceased."