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baby's got expensive tastes (blame your momma)
never seem to get enough
take your loving where you can find it
charm is wearing off
maybe you set fire to the prison
maybe you got away
they say that one hand washes the other
don't know, i can't say
that's all
maybe you're just too tired to get it
maybe you regret it all
find your way to my black kitchen
get the man to dig a hole
maybe you're just too tight to let it
maybe you want to run
spilled my coffee on your best suit
now i know right where you are
that's all, etc.
baby, i like your hat (where'd you get it?)
why don't you take it off?
i can think of a thousand reasons
but you can't give me one
you climbed up to the highest branch
but you picked the shortest tree
there's something moving in the back of the alley
there's something that you can't see
that's all, etc.
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Sweet Dave's Chair
05:46
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going to pieces one by one
there's nowhere to turn because i had my fun
i had my fun
didn't see my teeth lying on the floor
it felt so good i went back for more
i went back for more
everything i see is through a little black hole
and every moment is one i stole
it's one i stole
tongue-tied, butter-flied, leave no trace at all
won't fly, wouldn't try, no one to catch your fall
bone dry, alibi, hanging on the wall
landslide, mortified, go outside to take your call
take your call
gathered up my wits and stuck them in a pile
then i kicked them over with gangnam style
i kicked them over with style
all the little rivers running to the sea
all those rivers are a part of me
they're part of me
pig sty, garden fly, makes no sense at all
pan-fried, petrified, writing's on the wall
born shy, leave this guy, no one to hear you call
won't lie, looking fine, tell me what went wrong
what went wrong?
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Apple Blossom, USA
04:50
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you can't protect your daughters
can't even save your sons
leave them on the altar
teach them to fear everyone
you're not welcome, stranger
we're happy to eat our own
if you think it's bad now
wait until i get you home
if you don't like the weather
keep it to yourself
we are in fine feather
lay your trip on someone else
this does not concern you
we know how to get things done
the fun goes on without you
nothing new under the sun
there's no point in crying
for the one that got away
there's plenty of room for dying
in apple blossom, usa
there's no point in crying
for the one that got away
everyone else is lying
in apple blossom, usa
there's no point in crying
for the one that got away
there is always denying
in apple blossom, usa
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i dug the steps in the living stone
i dug the steps w/ a fire-charred bone
i climb the cliffs, and i watch the smoke
as it curls from my family's camp below
i got no friends, but i've got the tribe
i fight the enemy and make him mine
i kill the deer, and i eat his meat
i am the sun b/c i feel the heat
i am ancient, and i've never been
i walk through life, but i am never seen
i wear the badge of a conquered race
and out of shame, i hide my face
now i feel like i've lost my land
red rocks turned to red sand
i cannot be an ordinary man
when i climb those moqui steps
you think i understand
i understand
i draw the pictures on the wall
the hunt, the battle, i draw them all
my people are strong, and they are free
i feel the earth alive inside of me
now i feel like i've lost my land
red rocks turned to red sand
(there's just no meaning i can see anywhere)
i cannot be an ordinary man
when i climb those moqui steps
you think i understand
now i feel like i've lost my land
(on and on it's just a feathered band)
red rocks turned to red sand
i cannot be an ordinary man
when i climb those moqui steps
you think i understand
i understand
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Bobby Keys
06:11
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first taste, and he liked it
bought it sight unseen
sure was good to know ya
got away too clean
junkie's in your corner
unsteady on your feet
always leaving las vegas
in the midday heat
when he lit out for the road
there was just one way to go
stone-cold horny export
just looking for a place to blow
when he set out on the road
there was just one way to go
stone-cold horny export
west texas buffalo
lonely loyal henchman
sloppy second string
dropped from 20,000
where the sweetness had a sting
when he lit out for the road, etc.
may have wrecked the carriage, but you were built for fun
they stuck you w/ the bill, but you weren't the only one
needed some sleep, but of course you let them in
used to get a laugh now it barely rates a grin
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you stumbled at the gate
b/c your laces were tied
you looked in my direction
but i've got nothing to hide
keep your words, they mean nothing to me
nobody's begging this time
you were made for each other
but me, not so much
you took the ball from elgin baylor
and you fed it to jerry west in the clutch
keep your words, they meaning nothing to me
i ain't begging this time
lay it on the counter
carry it in the rain
fire it in the air on holidays
pack it on a plane
point it at each other
that's the way we play
some of you may wonder
but to us it's just the same
staring into the grinning teeth of death
you can't see thru the grinning teeth of death
so i'm not on a mission
to save the blind
jesus drank the water
b/c he didn't like the wine
keep your words, they mean nothing to me
that's why i'm spitting these lines
lay it on the counter, etc.
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Plague Pillow
06:36
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gold coast appointed
departure delayed
heaving sea is punctured by a collared scream
say that's a good one
tell me another
she will be the hands that hold me underwater
you should have known
that i would see this through
the horizon's
always coming into view
you could have waited
on the reckless side of youth
you will be whatever's coming over me
that's him, i know it
i'd know that face anywhere
you sat and watched the arbor topple over me
there's just no hiding
what i've got to do
blush and blink at vesper's votive candle reach
you should have known, etc.
you bring up the ugliness inside of me
by my eyes
you're love's disguise
you're grace laid low
you should know
hear the bell tolling
mop off your brow
you will be the closing of the nightshade blossom
heaven is waiting
but hell's got me bound
sounding's lost, it's fallen to the lamprey's fathom
you should have known, etc.
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there's a street running to the river
they called it the frontier
it called to sailors, and other lost souls
then it stripped them bare
now i don't recognize the place
and i don't know why i really care
you can't see the faces in the boarded windows
but i know the river's there
save your dime
there ain't no telephone line
stick it in the meters, and wind
you can see just fine
maybe buy some time
might just save your life
push out into the river
and lay there in the black
stare up at stars, the bridges and cars
where the current is slack
i traded in all my clothes
for a suit made of calicho
wide-brimmed hat, patents and spats
a shiv stuck in my belt
blind man on the corner
he's pointing to the sky
he says to leave the street
and drink the river dry
i know you see an empty chair
but (i swear) my daddy is there
he's taking calls, and breaking balls
like he never left
but he says that it's time to go
you can hear that whistle blow
nothing to lose, so i carry the news
it's strapped here to my back
save your dime, etc.
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The Hucknix
The Hucknix are brothers who owe much to the influence of their tyrannical band teacher - forging a lasting hatred of music
theory and structured composition.
Song ideas come from the deepest, darkest corners of the American psyche. LaMonte: “I keep tugging at the roots of things, but they’re always tangled in someone’s hair.”
The Hucknix are Southerners by temperament and choice - if not birth.
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