1. |
Walk, Walk, Walk!
02:08
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If you think
It looks like
Fools gold baby
Then you don’t really
Have a clue
If you can’t really see
The trees thru the forest
Then maybe any cock a doodle do
Then maybe any cock a doodle do
When you’re walkin in the woods
With a sack of all your goods
And you think you might have
Lost your way
You think to call me baby
But I’m thinkin that maybe
It could wait for another day
Walk walk walk
Thru the woods at night
There ain’t no moon
There ain’t no light
There’s plenty of creatures
And they’re hidden from sight
But they all can see you
But they all can see you
Tick tick tock
Can you hear the clock
There’s no time left
You’d better take stock
Look over your shoulder
They’re comin’ from behind
And you just might lose your mind
And you just might lose your mind
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Undercover Underwater Everywhere
I don’t know
What you mean
I can’t read
In between
Line me up
Against the wall
Shoot me down
Watch me fall
Never coming up for air
Can you see me from way up there
Never coming up for air
Undercover underwater everywhere
Undercover underwater everywhere
(solo)
I don’t see you
But I know you
I cannot be you
I cannot show you
Can I tell you
The water’s coming
Can you hear the
Distant drumming
Never coming up for air
Can you see me from way up there
Never coming up for air
Undercover underwater everywhere
Undercover underwater everywhere
Undercover underwater everywhere
Undercover underwater everywhere
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3. |
Headless Affair
05:09
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Headless Affair
From up on the stage
They all look the same
Their eyes are wide like saucers as they gaze
The sound of vomit as you
Eat your phony shit
Screams while the chickens dance their jigs
It’s a headless affair
A triumph of the heart
They dance without their heads
They dance without their heads
They dance
The final show
At last some time for a little rest
The whiskey washes rat’s blood off your breath
And those with lovers disappear to darkened corners
Nothing soothes a tired soul like flesh
But you you’re only whiskey
To fill the emptiness
Of loneliness
Of loneliness
Oh loneliness
(solo)
All the tents are quiet
Everything is in its place
You stare alone at stars so high above
Perhaps you understand
Like the last of a dying race
Doomed to life but never for to love
You might shed a single tear
As you’re lost in sleep’s embrace
A question on your lips
A simple thought that hesitates
What brought you here in this time
What made you you in this place
What’s left to fear of this life
When you long for death’s embrace
Oh you long for death’s embrace
You long for death’s embrace
You long for death’s embrace
Oh you long… for death’s embrace
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4. |
Lightning
04:10
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Lightning
Lightning, striking
Skies are filled with red
Storm clouds, flying
All around my head
Thunder, clapping
Rain is pouring down
Lightning, striking
These are the night time sounds
I can hear it
I can feel it
All my senses are reeling
I can hear it
I can feel it
The nighttime skies are screaming
The nighttime skies are angry
This is what I’m feeling
This is what I’m feeling
(solo)
I can hear it
I can feel it
All my senses are reeling
I can hear it
I can feel it
The nighttime skies are screaming
The nighttime skies are angry
This is what I’m feeling
This is what I’m feeling
This is what I’m feeling
This is what I’m feeling
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5. |
Death's Ghostly Parade
03:34
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Death’s Ghostly Parade
When you said you were leaving
My heart is started grieving
I better start believing
That you said goodbye
About the time
The cock began to crow
And the dog
Was scratching at the door
I began to think about
That you weren’t coming back
And I’d have to face living my life alone
Dark and dreary days
I’ll wander on my own
And think about my life
And should I go on
And as the time goes by
And the dust turns to light
A thought comes to my mind that I
Might as well die
Death’s a lonely place
Where the sun refuse to shine
A dark and lonely hollow
Where I can leave you behind
And never think about
The love we used to share
So many feet underground
No worries way down there
If in fact some day
I see you beyond the grave
I might perhaps see our life
And the love we could have saved
But you’ll be dead and so will i
No difference will it make
To see each other in the afterlife
In death’s ghostly parade
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6. |
Safety
02:49
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Safety
They're poisoning the water and they're poisoning the air,
Pillaging our mother but the pirates never care,
They're in it for the money, the power and the gold,
Nothing left is sacred when everything is sold.
Always scheming, never thinking,
Never feeling for those left unborn.
Give me solace, give me shelter,
Give me safety from the rising storm.
But wait a minute who is really us and who is them?
We thought they were our enemies it turns out we're their friends,
We're in this dance together now until the very end,
When you hate yourself there isn't room to makes amends.
Always scheming, never thinking,
Never feeling for those left unborn.
Give me solace, give me shelter,
Give me safety from the rising storm.
Ever greedy, always needy,
Clining to the paradigm of war.
Give me solace, give me shelter,
Give me safety from the rising storm.
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7. |
Death on a Train
03:12
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Death on a Train
I met her on a Northbound train to Portland
I got on in Oakland; she in Richman
It traveled up the valley, like an inchworm
We both saw the rising of the sun
I asked her if she’d like to have some breakfast
We both went to the dining car
We exchanged our names threw down some shots of whiskey
And went off in search of the baggage car
(solo)
Drunken tales, slow as snails, with a girl I barely knew
In the baggage car we got down so far to play some games that had
No rules
She hit her head on the wall of the car
Her face turned shades of blue
The blood in her hair was everywhere
The consistency of glue
The backdoor of the car didn’t seem so far
So I dragged her across the floor
And pushed her out, wiped my hands on a rag
Let out a great big sigh
You know looking back I kind of liked her smile
Too bad she had to die
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8. |
Rotting Bones
02:46
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Rotting Bones
My stomach's filled with rum,
Heart with regrets,
I stagger to the liquor store,
For beer and cigarettes.
There's lust on my mouth,
Sweat on my skin.
The boys call me Romeo,
My wife won't let me in.
I'm headed to the tracks,
Where I can think and sit,
The tops of all the boxcars
are covered in birdshit.
I expect I'll spread my wings,
See what's left to see,
They've always said I could
but I have never been free.
Oh who I'm trying to fool?
I will never be free.
I pissed on everybody,
Ever gave a damn for me.
The best thing I can do,
Is hop this next freight train,
Let 'em curse my rotting bones
Until they forget my name.
Let 'em curse my rotting bones
Until they forget my name.
My name, my name.
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9. |
Bagnio
05:41
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Bagnio
I hit town a day ago
My pockets filled with a little gold
I asked a fella for where to go
He pointed me towards the bagnio
I made my way down Kearney Street
With blood and bile beneath my feet
Padfoots in the darkened doors
Catcalls from the Chinese whores
These streets are hard and these streets are mean
His eyes were red and his face was lean
He tried to take my gold well he found my knife
On cold cobblestones I left him lying
I wiped his warm blood from my blade
Then a hollow prayer I made
I didn’t pay him no more mind
These days are filled with killing times
I made it to where the fellow had said
The windows barred and the door was red
A smell crept from the room within
Of flesh and booze and mortal sin
I ducked my head and I stepped inside
My eyes adjusted to the light
Then my jaw dropped and my eyes went wide
Well that wicked scent it filled my nose
A tingle ran down to my toes
The host told me my drinks were free
If I could find a girl wearing underclothes
The girls they beckoned me to drink
And the whiskey had a cryptic stink
It burned my throat and it punched my guts
My head began to sink
Then the room it started spinning round
My heart broke into a panicked pound
I reckoned God had struck me down
Therein that bagnio
Whoa the bagnio
It bent my mind and warped my soul
Where I’m bound for I don’t know
Goddamn the bagnio
I woke up on this wooden deck
My eyes a blur, my head’s a wreck
I’m aboard a sailing ship
We’re on a distant trek
The captain he’s a cruel man
I’m a victim of a vicious plan
I never should have dared to stand
Therein that bagnio
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10. |
Five Questions
04:17
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Five Questions
Five one word questions
Fell out of the sky
Who what where when and why
I got an albatross
Round my neck
Coulda been a noose
But it hasn’t happened yet
Who can save my soul tonight
Can I kick this rock
And roll it out of sight
When the levee breaks there’s
Gonna be a fight
Do you wanna know the truth
Meet me at the diner
In the very last booth
Meet me in the diner
In the very last booth
Ask my questions
I can make a guess
Could be about life
Could be about death
All these omens
Falling from the sky
It doesn’t really matter
We’re all gonna die
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11. |
Lulu and the Cobweb
03:14
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Lulu
The cobweb was hanging
On the ceiling so low
The broom was leaning
Right next to the door
An Lulu and I
Were on the couch
Enjoying the warmth
From our stove
Knowing that soon
It would be time
For us to start
On our chores
So I got up, walked over
And picked up the broom
Looked at the cobweb
Thought of its imminent doom
Swept across the ceiling
The cobweb was gone
Looked at the couch
That my Lulu was on
(solo)
Put down the broom
And went back to my place
Sitting right next to her
Looking at her face
She was wrapped up
In my snuggie
At peace with the world
How could I imagine
Another time
Another place
Another girl
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