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In the junkie netherlands of dawn
The lines of lost men are long
Muddy feet slosh the ground
Eyes are in the clouds above
Dreamin of first love
You never forget your first love
Though there be many others
Its the first tittie that you put in your mouth
Since you left your mother
Drunkrn lines of broken boxcars
Traveling deep inside the past
Memories of better days
Are the only thing that last
Why did I fold on every hand?
My life was cut and run
My chips thrown into random pots
Until the game was done
You never forget your first love
Though there be many others
Its the first tittie that you put in your mouth
Since you left your mother
You never forget your first love
Though there be many others
Its the first tittie that you put in your mouth
Since you left your mother
No beds left in the winter freeze
Not even a bench in the park
No more sleeping in the subway now
Even the church doors are locked
You never forget your first love
Though there be many others
Its the first tittie that you put in your mouth
Since you left your mother
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Carolina '56
02:58
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Carolina theatre
1956
Elvis was on stage
\you dug your fingernails
Deep into my leg
1965
Rolling Stones alive
tickets cost a fin
Didnt have enough to get in
But I loved you just the same
Being poor is such a pain
Dylan 66
His pantsuit didn fit
But he didnt give a shit
Because he was wearing blue suede shoes
1968
We buried the hippies at golden gare
Dry humping in the flowers
Cant stay awake
Cant go to sleep
Me and my lover were on the rocks
but Jimi Hendrix was on the jukebox
All night long
All night long
All night llong
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3. |
Things That Matter
03:52
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ly things tha
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1.
Wake up in the shimmer of a rosy morning
A shadow speaks loud from behind
He speaks to you, he speak to the humans
But they seems uncaring and totally blind
Ch
Heavy boots are heard over silent mountains
A dreamer is carried out dead,
Heavy heads are filling the stream with water
There is nothing more to be said
2. Stay silent and walk all the miles he was walking
A shadow speaks loud from behind
He knows what the people have done and he is screaming
Still all the people on earth acting blind
Ch
Heavy boots are heard over silent mountains
A dreamer is carried out dead,
Heavy heads are filling the stream with water
There is nothing more to be said
Bridge
sun will not shine where the silenced train passes,
And roses will die For the uncaring masses
Ch
Heavy boots are heard over silent mountains
A dreamer is carried out dead,
Heavy heads are filling the stream with water
There is nothing more to be said
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5. |
Chain Gang Moan
02:50
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there's two of you
and one too many of me
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Northern pride, Southern shame
Nose to nose breaking out of the gate
Shame broke a leg, pride took a fall
Skeletons of ash cover us all
Southern yankee Northern reb
Collapsed and fallen in a river bed
Factory children fight pneunomia
The building blocks of your dystopia
The bags of the mule are filled with cotton and coal
He's rather see you dead than on the dole
Southern rebel Northern yank
It's the blood of you all in the national bank
Northern whore Southern belle
She will talk but never tell
Where she stayed that winter night
Or who she was with when her mother died
Shedding her skin in the city lights
Polishing her nails in Southern tides
Crossing herself when the churchbells toll
Caressing herself on a country road
Southern belle Northern whore
Something is scratching at your bedroom door
Northern crassness Southern charm
A kick in the ass, a shot in the arm
The wages of sin buy a moment of grace
A knife in your back, grinning in your face
In the swamp I fought with a snake
She ate all the rats and most of the cake
And when she surfaced in the Northern sea
The salt was expensive but the sugar was free
Southern charm can fool you once
But the Northern swine have you on for months
Northern agression, Southern defense
They kill everybody who dissents
But history will come to light
When we open up all of the graves tonight
Northern pride, Southern shame
are nose to nose breaking out of the gate
Shame breaks a leg, pride takes a fall
Skeletons of ash will cover us all
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7. |
Buckets and Mops
05:46
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maniac cops go marching one by one hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching one by one hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching one by one
the little one stops to cut off their thumbs
and they all go marching down through the town
with their buckets and mops
maniac cops go marching two by two hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching two by two hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching two by two
the little one stops to idemtify you
and they all go marching down through the town
with their buckets and mops
maniac cops go marching three by three hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching three by three hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching three by three
the little one stops to hang them from a hanging tree
and they all go marching down through the town
with their buckets and mops
maniac cops go marching four by four hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching four by four hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching fur by four
the little one stops to set the trap door
and they all go marching down through the town
with their buckets and mops
maniac cops go marching five by five hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching five by five hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching five by five
the little one stops to skin them alive
and they all go marching down through the town
with their buckets and mops
maniac cops go marching six by six hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching six by six hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching six by six
the little one stops to light the sticks
and they all go marching down through the town
with their buckets and mops
maniac cops go marching seven by seven hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching seven by seven hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching seven by seven
the little one stops to suck a lemon
and they all go marching down through the town
with their buckets and mops
maniac cops go marching eight by eight hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching eight by eight hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching eight by eight
the little one stops to spread the hate
and they all go marching down through the town
with their buckets and mops
maniac cops go marching nine by nine hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching nine by nine hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching nine by nine
the little one stops to load his carbine
and they all go marching down through the town
with their buckets and mops
maniac cops go marching ten by ten hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching ten by ten hurrah hurrah
the cops go marching ten by ten
they disembowel the women and men
and they all lay down and sleep and sleep
and sleep til they wake and they rise
and they rise again
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Consequences
03:30
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i sneak out at night
to spend some time with the prostitutes
at the $5 an hour hotel
and i dont give a damn
about the consequences
my mother was a renegade witch
she used to laugh at the young girls
who dance naked around the maypole
with second class devils from hell
and didnt give a damn
about the consequences
my mother wasa renegade witch
turned herself into a leopard
and tore apart the demon
who came to steal this world
and she didnt give a damm
about the consequences
the people believed every lie they were told
they gave thier houses to the banks
they gave their children to the war
they gave their wives to the whoremasters of syria
and they didnt give a shit
about the consequences
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Boomers No Boom
02:54
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the coppers called her a boomer but she didnt go boom
when she was dropped on her head she bounced up to the moon
and the moon sucked her in then the moon bounced her back
into the tumors and humors of a poets backpack
he fell into a coma but didnt go boom
he passed away quietly in a hospital room
there was no money for a cure the president had spent
it all on arms and drug trade with a hostile government
we were the lost generation of pussy hounds and queers
trying to make something of our last remaining years
lincoln was a slave owner who freed the southern slaves
lyndon johnson was a racist but he signed the civil righs bill
crazy joe was a hypocrite whose nose blew snot when he chattered
against white supremacy because he understood that black votes mattered
there really aint much left now of the boomer world that was
no mailman, no telephone, no record stores
everything for sale is sold only through amazon
and netflix makes the moves now, the cinemas are gone
like ghosts of war the boomers float into eternal mist
where black is always beautiful and here are no assassination lists
while down below on solid ground millennials carry the load
the banks have all their money and the president has the codes.
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Extinguished are the thousand lives
The lives you never knew
And
Darkness cries a thousand lies
up on the morning dew
Ch
In every heart poor and lost
Silence takes control
Nothing matters anymore
When dark forces eat your soul
2.
From the dark round of the earth
The only thing you hear
Is When
Power-mad politicians
Whisper softly in your ear
Ch
In every heart poor and lost
Silence takes control
Nothing matters anymore
When dark forces eat your soul
3. Then a thousand tears fall down
From the deep blue sky
When
Those who gives soft promises
Tells jet another lie
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i never left a movie before it was over
always had to know how things worked out
sometimes it was worth the wait
other times it was a waste
but i ever left the theatre with a doubt
about what the whole damn thing was about
I know i wont be with you forever
in the front row every night
but my spirit will be watching you everywhere from on high
every chance i get
although i cant always be in your life
you will always be my guiding light
but now ill never know the man who you will marry
ill never know if you danced swan lake
because ive got a date with my own misguided fate
ill never know the road your life will take
i never should have stepped outside the boundaries
i should have kept my distance from the crowd
i should have worn a mask when i was traveling
and opened my umbrella when i saw the clouds
but i was subborn i was stupid now im on the road to ruin
and there is no way to turn this thing around
you are flying high like a bird up in the sky
and i am sinking deep into the ground
ill never know the man who you will marry
ill never know if you danced swan lake
because ive got a date with my own misguided fate
ill never know the road your life will take
and as i leave the movie theatre, my heart breaks
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