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Hatchet's Wife
03:03
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Runs Deep
02:16
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When I was a happy thing,
a so called slave to the love you'd bring
I was walking blind with a red tipped cane
Across nails and coals but I loved the pain
And when the love drove away in a stolen car
and got picked up outside the bar
My vision returned like easter day
and I crossed the bridge without a toll to pay
The rain poured down and cleansed my soul
Left soaking wet and cold
I felt poetic so I wrote a song
A cheap 4/4 about a minute long
My contribution runs deep
My songwriting runs cheap
Well I could write a song
Thats about a minute long
And say more than you could ever say
With that gold encrusted tongue
You're a cop on MTV
You don't see the future the way I see,
I shot my love on the shooting range
Just to use it as a metaphor for change
The rain came down and filled the gap
between radio country and popular rap
We wrote up a suicide pact
And signed it in blood
My contributions run cheap
This disconnection is a treat
And I hope that when I'm gone
And I'm buried beneath your lawn
You're happy that
You set a trap
Thinking right was wrong
My contribution runs deep
My songwriting runs cheap
Well I could write a song
Thats about a minute long
And say more than you could ever say
With that greed encrusted tongue
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3. |
Shotgun Slade
02:34
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4. |
Death Will Not Turn Away
03:40
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I've been down and out before, but never quite like this, and I've been down and out before, but never quite like this, I can't lay my head down, without the pillow biting back, I can't lay my head down without the pillow biting back, I can't lay my head down , without the pillow biting back, I can't lay my head down without the pillow biting back, I've been lost in at my Grandfather's end, I've been lost in death at my Grandfather's end, you come away a stronger man, as far as I can see, though death will not turn away at the sound of my pleas, I can't walk across the street without the wind biting back, and I can't walk across the street without the wind biting back, I've been down and out before but never quite like this, and I've been down and out before but never quite like this, I am lost in death, oh where I have stood before, I am not alone, and of this I've been assured, life will go on, though not a thing will be the same, and those who stood by you, will never forget your name, I've been down and out before but never quite like this, I've been down and out before but never quite like this, I've been down and out before, but you were still knocking at my door, and we still danced across the floor, now you're gone and life's a bore, now you're gone Police are knocking at my door, I really don't know what's in store, they want justice want to put me away, murder sentence and a prison stay, I miss my friend, I miss my life, life is black when nothing is right, you are my last chance for light, I know you're there so I'll put up a fight, I said ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhh ohhhhhh.
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5. |
Toto James
02:53
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Toto James,
Things have never been the same
Toto James
Since I saw you lying lame
God came down
and he took your body high
God came down
and he took your body high
(high into the sky)
(Instrumental)
And I believe your spirit's free
Sitting right next to the lord
I believe his spirit's free
looking down on you and me
Ever since you laid the TURD
death has been a dirty word
Ever since you laid the TURD
As the time between us has passed
I was glad that you igrnored me
I thought I was going to
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6. |
29
02:08
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Hey motherfuck the 29, that damn bus just wastes my time, muni passes they aren't cheap, that 29 is a fucking thief, Hey motherfuck the 29, I've been here for three good dimes, Muni's broke and they need to get paid, but until then I'm their patient slave, [chorus]And it drives me insane, feels like there's smog, in my brain, state budget doesn't cut it, and the people feel the pain x3,Hey motherfuck the 29, that damn bus drives back in time, from Golden Gate to Candlestick, that 29 is a fucking prick, don't fuck up the 29, I need that bus to drive its line, I'll wait cuz I don't want no car, Without the 29 I'll never go far!
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7. |
Footsteps
02:29
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8. |
Vampyres
02:23
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We live in a fucked up world, I think we both agree, let me lick your veins as you lash out in pain because that's fun, now wouldn't you agree? Lampshades will rattle and roll, when doors are clamped and light is cold, springs will burst and red lights blue and I'll taste your salted skin, I'll be the stake they drive through you. And when your brachial runs dry, and blood dries on my lips, I'll take it upon my back, to find a new vein to crack, the femoral way down between your hips, I'll tie a not, upon your lips, and you'll long for just the wisps, of the last breath of oxygen that slips, up my nose and out my lips. The mythic rust of long lost lovers, teeters in the air, and my blood runs thin, as a devilish sigh dilutes your thirsty glare, immunity is strength, to die is to retire, this whole fucking country is a burning fucking pyre, and we'll burn as it goes, and say our goodbyes, as our flesh peels away, with tears in our eyes.
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Excelsior
01:59
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First I wake up like a nuclear bomb, look around me and see all that I've done wrong, Bus stop flooding, like the Rio Grande, I've got a skateboard and some bus change in my hand, West on Persia on to Ocean Ave, you're by the store that sells la bandera del peru, sit next to me, oh without a word, eye corner contact, conversational visions blurred, you're telling me things I don't want to know, my mind is on fire cuz it never wanna go slow, easy goodbye never said hello, take it easy and live life slow see you again when the sun is back in town, Two days later I'm in shorts and a short, estas cerca la tienda with some punk ass scenester flirt, well take your time, say what you gotta say, you won't be seeing him again, if I get my way, you're telling me things, that I don't wanna know, my minds is on fire cuz it never wanna go slow, easy goodbye never said hello, take it easy and live life slow see you again when the sun is back in town.
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10. |
Headin' Back
02:46
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11. |
Ride Around
03:42
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I Ride an Old Paint, I lead an old Dan
I'm goin' to Montana just to throw the houlihan,
They feed in the coulees, they water in the draw
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.
Ride around, little dogies, ride around them slow,
For they're fiery and snuffy and rarin' to go.
Old Bill Jones had two daughters and a song,
One went to college, the other went wrong.
His wife, she died in a poolroom fight
But he keeps this song from morning to night:
When I die, take my saddle from the wall
And put it on my pony, and lead him from his stall;
Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west
And we'll ride the country that we love the best.
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