1. |
Away Away
02:49
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walking down the road today
I saw myself inside a place I know
that I would never go
I was drinking loud with a friend
we both wore our shit eating grin
and I held my glass like a faberge egg
Chorus
and we told ourselves
away away
this is the way we'll go
we'll drink our sours in a cup you know
and we told ourselves
away away
this is the way we'll go
we'll drink our sorrows 'til they drown
so I broke myself away from this
reflection that would not pay the bill
but just left me broke and loitering
and I met a man about a dog
we lingered on the consequences of
our being born
Chorus
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2. |
33 Bus
03:58
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dime store burden and you're losing your hair
overpass keeps your secrets as if I care
if you let yourself loose of course I've had my share
I'm out drinking 'til 9am
with the cocaine chasers on the 33 bus (it's alright, it's okay)
god ain't around
at least he never seems to show his face in this part of town
I ain't got no friends
at least not the kind that wanna sink into the bitter end
the rent's never due
when it's you and your dog by the tunnel where the train comes a rumblin' through
well, I guess I depended on the kindness of a few
with the cocaine chasers on the 33 bus (it's alright, it's okay)
with the parking lot ghosts and a paper bag
it ain't talking to yourself and my cig ain't a drag
the bolts only come loose if you're thinking too hard
well, don't think so hard (you always think so hard)
its okay!
we got cocaine chasers on the 33 bus (it's alright, it's okay)
God ain't around
at least he never seems to show his face in this part of town
and I ain't got no friends
at least not the kind that wanna sink into the bitter end
the rent's never due
when it's you and your dog by the tunnel where the train comes a rumbling' through
well I guess I depended on the kindness of a few
with the cocaine chasers on the 33 bus (it's alright, it's okay)
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3. |
Like A Bird
03:35
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it's very strange this time of year
I don't know you, but we get along
the nights are tiresome and I am weak
just give me a year or two and then I'll speak
Chorus
crow like a bird for love
take chances and sing for love
break hearts, lose rings for love
just make damn sure that it's love
my pen is cheap and my hair is long
I'll meet the freaks sing their song
about a world of love and pain
about a world where we are born again
and we go wahoo a wahoo a wahoo a woo
crow like a bird for love
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4. |
Can't Be Tamed
02:20
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I'm running for the door
I'm trying, but I'm such a whore
neon's flashing my favorite disease
phony, phony, phony, baby please
Chorus
I'm holding steady in the back of this bar
I've got a head full of ideas that I'm dragging through the mud
whisky high, I don't remember my name
I'm just an animal that cannot be tamed
she's a pistol in heels with a cheetah coat
I'm draggin, she's reeling me in by the throat
she's daydreaming of night curled up with a snake
should I break my promise or is it a mistake
Chorus
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5. |
It's Coming
02:46
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It's coming...to the forest
...up river
...through the jungle now
...down market
...up broadway
....to times square now
And I'm gonna buy, buy a gun
It's coming...to montrose
...to ojai
...to your little town
...to london
...to oakland
...to berlin now
And I hope this ball don't fly into the sun
It's coming....to the desert
...to the ocean
...it's coming soon to a wasteland near you
And roger I do believe this race is run
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6. |
Jukebox Honky Tonk
03:34
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it's been a long while in this shady motel
enough rocks and whisky to give me some hell
i gotta country heart and a california mind
girls i spent the evening with have come and gone
got this ol' guitar but i don't hear no song
i wish i was the one clad in black
this ocean view has got me useless
i have grown soft and i've grown bored
give me them landlocked blues and that
jukebox honky tonk
i wanna feel like t-bone or merle haggard
i want the lows to be legitimate
sometimes i feel like such a california clone
i just gotta spit
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7. |
Goddamn
01:52
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every time I go
way across town
a voice tells me no
but it can't bring me down
cause I'm off to find
my sweet relief in time
to fight these cold sweats
and to release this ol' mind
Chorus
cause it's goddamn hard to look out on the street
It's cold and it's darkness thriving to a beat
and it ain't god's drum and it ain't god's son
no it ain't god's drum and it ain't god's son
Chorus
well this big ol' ball
turns like it should
and my thoughts are thrown
right into the sun
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