1. |
La Curandera
03:48
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In the witching hour
I’m the only one you could find
That’s cursing everything
running through my mind
My kaleidoscope baby
You’re like magic coming up from sin
You’ve followed every place that I’ve been
And you’re chanting over all your potions
And you’re dancing with the shadows again
And the priest says to keep my distance
But there’s so much more that she can give
Oh darling can you save me?
Can you take me to the other side?
Or can you comfort me so I can take my time?
And when you fall from heaven
I’ll be waiting with the blood on my door
I’ll know it’s all for me
And I won’t be denied
And you’re chanting over all your potions
And your dancing with the shadows again
And the priest tells me keep your distance
But there's so much more that she can give
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2. |
Late to Drink
03:40
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At the bar drinking alone
I ran away from my telephone
I didn't want to hear your voice
And its too late don't you know
So why don't you pack your things and go
And I won't be there when you leave
And all those times I stayed out late to drink
I spent my money trying to get you off my mind
I just need something that i can hold onto
I grab the nearest bottle i can find
For you
So lets break up and part ways
So I dont have to see your face
Its almost better here alone
And all my friends they're just the same
They've got no one to blame
At least they'll be there when I fall
And all those times I stayed out late to drink
I spent my money trying to get you off my mind
I just need something that i can hold onto
I grab the nearest bottle i can find
For you
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3. |
The Fritz
02:24
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It’s alright
Everything will be just fine
It’s alright, tonight
So you say your band is on the fritz
You can’t take no more—you’re so sick of it
Coz your drummer’s playing off the beat
And your bass player plays on one string
And the guitar he don’t know the key
But it’s rock n roll and that’s the way it should be
On the 37 to downtown
You get your social kicks
The dope fiends jitter and the babies cry
It’s enough to make you want to die
In the kitchen you were working hard
You can’t get no damn relief
You make the burgers and you make the fries
And you mop and clean and you hope and dream
For the weekend when you have a show
And the kids all sing the words you wrote
They’re singin’
It’s alright
Everything will be just fine
It's alright tonight
Oh what can you say
When she's gone away
And you can't find her in the bottom of that bottle
I guess I'm gone for good
I kind of wish you would
Get real messed up for three whole days just like I did
I kind of wish you would
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4. |
Annie Savoy
03:24
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5. |
El Mero Mero
02:37
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Rolling through the Eastside
Another day and another dime
She’s running up her mainline
She’s got the look that fits the crime
I got a loaded pistol
I got a tallboy between my legs
And now I’m passing the chicas
I’m in no hurry so I’m driving slow
They like my car and they likes my clothes
They like my Cadillac, they likes my Vogues
They like my money roll she tells me so
Don't act like you don't know
Sink into summer and come undone
Soy el mero mero
Soy el jefe el capitan
She knows I got dinero
But I don’t give her none that’s how I roll
She likes my car and she likes my clothes
She likes my Cadillac she likes my Vogues
She likes my money roll she tells me so
Don’t tell nobody though
Sink into summer and come undone
Dishing out lines babe it ain’t no fun
Sink into summer and come undone
Don’t tell nobody that I’m the one
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6. |
Felt
03:44
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What’s on your mind today?
You seem so far away
Why don’t you come inside where it’s ok
Working on the weekend
It seems it never ends
I’ll save a drink for you
Or maybe two
I’ll leave the light on too
If you’re coming late
You can’t fake it all the time
It weighs too heavy on your mind
Everybody knows the pain
And it was felt
Round up your best girlfriends
We’ll play some Donovan
I wanna get real high
Like last weekend
Rain rain just go away
I know another way
That we could be this way
Like everyday
Well I know it’s wrong
But some would say
You can’t fake it all the time
It weighs too heavy on your mind
Everybody knows the pain
And it was felt
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7. |
Time Is a Killer
03:23
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I don't know why you can't see
I'm gonna get my shit for free
Cause the whole worlds' blowing up
in my mind
I done told you once before
That we're going out that door
Never to return again
No not at all
Everybody knows that something isn't right
Everybody knows that something isn't quite alright
I know you know it
Time is a Killer
For us my little love
But time doesn't exist
For what we will become
So stop blowing up my phone
Just to say you're all alone
And you're sorry for the things that went awry
You should take some time to think
Remember all the things we said
And i'll meet you on that gold cloud in the sky
Everybody knows that something isn't right
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8. |
No Tomorrow
02:51
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First time i saw you i could not believe my eyes
Now i wouldn't touch you with someone else's dick
You went away and when you came back i was gone
Now no one in their right mind will have you
So don't come running to me
Better slow down
Don't come running to me
You're moving way too fast
Cause i can see it in your big blue eyes you can't believe
There's no tomorrow
It's another morning where the sun shines in my room
Illuminating all my fears from bad to worse
Little notes you wrote me they're all crumpled on the floor
Reminders of those times that used to be
Now don't come running to me
Better slow down
Don't come running to me
You're moving way to fast
Cause you said that you'd be back someday but i'm here to say
There's no tomorrow
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9. |
Sasha
03:02
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Caught stealing cars at seventeen
Huffing on some paint and gasoline
Saw you in the barroom in your jeans
Looking like the end of the world it seems
And i wonder
What happened next
And i wonder
If you got your fix
You were living in a world in between
The streets of the Eastside and a dream
Playing johns like they were a machine
Copping all your whiskey and dope for free
And i wonder
What happened next
And i wonder
If you got your fix
My little Sasha girl
I could not give the world
Nor could i hang the moon
The cops are coming soon...
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10. |
Communion
03:28
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It gets in your mind and it's going no place
I can't seem to shake it
It gets in your heart and it gets in your faith
It's only there to break it
Crawl in deep and see
The lies and hypocrisies all wait
Buried in veils of belief
You're falling back to the dark yeah
And it's a goddamn shame
About the mess you've made
And you can't fix it with apologies no more
And coming from that it's always the same
A nod to the ones that shape you
Signs of macabre in the holiest space
You die with the ones your chained to
Crawl in deep and see
The lies and hypocrisies all wait
Buried in veils of belief
You're falling back to the dark yeah
And it's a goddamn shame
About the mess you've made
And you can't fix it with apologies no more
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11. |
Bridges Burned
03:20
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Things are looking different in my rearview
Beyond the smoke and the bridges burned
I'm driving through the night so blue
I can't tell if i'm coming or i'm going
All i know is i'm through with you
I'm so sick of you and your girlfriends too
But i cant lie
I wanted to die when you first left
A big surprise
The apple of my eye
but now i'm blind and i cant see
What you mean to me
Gonna need a big ice cube where i'm going
Cause you know it's hot as hell
It's where Johnny sells those bags so well
And i can't lie
I wanted to die when we first met
A big surprise
The apple of my eye
But you got me blind
now i can't see
What you mean to me
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