1. |
Don't Give Up
06:16
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DON’T GIVE UP
Look up look up look up Before you drown / The sky ain’t burnin’ No smoke only clouds
I know you been sick a while / I’ve seen despair on the rise
O rise from the dead put your feet back on the ground / No know no your friends ain’t movin’ now
I’m sure they died so you can live / Look alive see the beauty in this
I SEE YOU I SEE YOU I SEE ME
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2. |
Black Dog
05:07
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BLACK DOG
Black dog o black dog o where have we gone up an down this road just twistin’ along
Black dog o black dog o what have we found you on the ground you joined us for a round o
YOU DIED IN YOUR SLEEP / IN A SQUAT UP THE STREET
DAMN PARASITES MADE YOU BLEED AND TOOK YOUR LIFE FROM ME
Black dog o black dog well I’m glad of this that we could live just for a bit
I’ll never forget your tongue on my face or how stiff you were when we put you in your grave
Now that you’re gone we’re still travelin’ around from town to town just singin’ aloud
Black dog o black dog, we miss you Black dog o black dog, I’ve got your tattoo
YOU DIED IN YOUR SLEEP / IN A SQUAT UP THE STREET
DAMN PARASITES MADE YOU BLEED AND TOOK YOUR LIFE FROM ME
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3. |
Thaddeus' Song
05:23
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THADDEUS’S SONG
I once was a boy I once was a girl / Now I am a man in a big big world
Followed my legs over the sea / Burned my way through galilee
I passed out drunk beyond the olive tree / Where you gave your blood and your body to me
And I loved a leper and I fucked your king / Now I have a ghost, and this is what she sings
I once loved a boy I once loved a girl / Now I am alone in a cold cruel world
Followed my brain filled with disease / Followed my legs and I was set free
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THE LOW DOWN, ITCHIN’, SCRATCHIN’, BLUES
Well I’m dang sick of all these fleas, bringin’ my pup dogs to their knees
I got some meds, I combed their hair, bathed them twice but the fleas still there
Well I don’t know me what to do about these new Orleans dog fleas blues
Well summer’s ‘bout here and we’d like to leave but the van ain’t legal and the fleas are pleased…
I GOT THE LOW DOWN
LOW DOWN
I GOT THE LOW DOWN
LOW DOWN
I GOT THE LOW DOWN ITCHIN’, SCRATCHIN’, BLUES
Now, I just may use DDT, concerned about what the side-effects might be
I GOT THE LOW DOWN
LOW DOWN
I GOT THE LOW DOWN
LOW DOWN
I GOT THE LOW DOWN ITCHIN’, SCRATCHIN’, BLUES
Wonderin’ where I get my hands on, One of them atomic bombs…
Used frontline and all the rest, but they seem to be impervious like a bullet proof vest
I got some meds, I combed their hair, bathed them twice but the fleas still there
Well summer’s ‘bout here and we’d like to leave, but the van ain’t legal and the fleas are pleased…
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5. |
San Marcos
01:19
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SAN MARCOS
frames of speed and ticking clocks roll past me like the clouds.
temporarily alive, I listen to silences we have.
and this feeling I get when I'm with you, I don't know, don't want it to go!
roots break tide. growing through and spreading through ligaments that bind
up to the leaves up high that form a conscious effort to transform.
say how bright the city lights of conscious efforts to transform we find in central ties.
worn out rope yet knots that hold show valuing a feeling missed with noble stories told.
and i know I'm not simple to fool. I'm just trying to learn.
I'm not here to follow in such steps. I just want to try.
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6. |
Arrival
04:21
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ARRIVAL
It’s hopeless… someone said, We will fight knives in our teeth / All that we feel is enough, is enough to die for
Lie in wait until we know… Our day has come the king is dead / Our meaning has become
This is enough , this is enough for me / What lies in store / What is is what will be
It’s hopeless… someone said, Knives in our teeth we will fight / All that we feel is enough, is enough to die for
Lie in wait until we know… The king is dead, our day has arrive / Our meaning has become
This is enough , this is enough for me / What lies in store / What is is what will be
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7. |
Sun Won't Shine
07:30
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SUN WONT SHINE
I’d really like to take that ride, but I don’t wanna take it tonight / I’m sure it’d be a nice warm ride, but I’m feelin’ cold inside
Pull drag deep an’ long, I feel it hot in my chest / One lick from my favorite bottle, takes care of the rest
And the sun won’t shine / And the rain won’t dry / And the sun won’t shine
Was it ever easier, or has it always been this tough? / You drive around on this highway long enough, you feel like a truck
Stab a knife right in my eyeball swear I, won’t do it again / Do it about a thousand more times / Screamin’ this is livin’
And the sun won’t shine
Feelin’ cold and grey
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8. |
Whiskey Flask
02:58
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WHISKEY FLASK
Well I’m goin’ up this track bring my whiskey flask back / I’m tired of livin’ this way
Train forty five just as sure as you’re alive / When that whistle blows, that whistle blows on time
Always on time
Well I’m goin’ up that track, got these tears in my eye, / Tryin’ ta read a letter from my home
If this train runs right I’ll see my friends tomorrow night / And a thousand miles from my home
And I hear that lonesome whistle blow
Well I’m going up this road got no shoes on my feet, / Blisters from my heel to my toe
If I don’t get a ride, I’ll just walk it off in stride / When that wind blows, that wind blows so cruel,
And I hear it whistlin’ a tune.
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9. |
Kahve Song
03:01
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KAHVE SONG
Sittin’ down here in the middle New Orleans / At a little coffee shop called kahve,
Drinkin music playin’ coffee, hangin’ with my friends, / GO GO GO LILY GO!
Smoked half of my tobacco pouch here / Rain came and went we had no fear
Little wet, coffee buzzed, ba da da da da / What the heck is goin’ on?
Now where we goin’ we end up at The John / Drinkin’ those mixed drinks oh so strong
Playin’ pool ukulele loadin’ up the juke box / Now! Now! Gimme some soul now!
A’nt got no money but we’re rich / Got no home but I got my friends
Nothin’ that can hold us down as we roam from town to town / Live! Love! All that good stuff
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10. |
I Don't Want to Go Home
04:12
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I DON’T WANT TO GO HOME
Woke up and someone stole my car, Now I’m standing at the repo yard
I don’t wanna go to bed tonight, Cause drinkin’ whiskey makes me feel alright
I don’t want to go home OH NO OH NO OH NO OOOOHHH NOOOOO!
Yesterday we made a little money, And we picked up a couple of bunnies
I burned a hole in my shirt, I wish I was wearin’ a mini skirt
I don’t want to go home OH NO OH NO OH NO OOOOHHH NOOOOO!
Well, here I am in New York again, Playin’ music with all my friends
Hope ya’ll are feelin’ fine, Bet yer ass I’m havin’ a good time
I don’t want to go home OH NO OH NO OH NO OOOOHHH NOOOOO!
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