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Horseface Pirate
01:35
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Cause i'm a one trick pony he said
before the shotgun took off his head
no thought for havin shelter
keepin safe from the weather
now the stupid motherfucker is dead
I been trying real hard to keep the shit from goin down
it's hard to keep it floatin when there's holes all around
i've been bailin hard, extricatin me but the storm just won't set me free
i've been strainin real hard to keep the land in sight
and i'm steerin her straight with all my might
the cock and the hog won't save me tonight
but i won't go without a fight
Cause i'm a one trick pony he said
before the shotgun took off his head
no thought for havin shelter
keepin safe from the weather
now the stupid motherfucker is dead
Cause i'm a one trick pony he said
before the shotgun took off his head
no thought for havin shelter
keepin safe from the weather
now the stupid motherfucker is dead
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could've been hit by a bus
died in the street
died of old age tucked away in his sleep
but 20 years past
a momentary lapse
needle in his arm took away any chance
so useless, no future
so useless, no future
blue on the bathroom floor's all he got
should've been the victim but instead he hatched the plot
just another goddamn junky's fuckin dead
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loretta john's family was murdered when she rode iunto town
facedown in the dirt, her mother and father been cut down
she saw the lonesome rider kick up dust on the horizon as the sunset
she packed the best she can to head out west and kill a man
DEAD
through the mud and through the snow, the fasther she rode
to chase a man who'd taken all she had, whever he goes
she saw the lonesome rider kick up dust on the horizon as the sun rose
she rode into town to cut that motherfucker down
she never ate
she never slept
she prayed that god would take his breath
and when she found him in thaty whore house she was quiet as a mouse
she said my name is loretta but i prefer lottie
i'm closing in on my fifteenth year
she pulled her gun and that motherfucker couldn't run
and she said BANG
BANG BANG
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Motherfucker Moonbeam
02:07
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Old man you gotta get the fuck outta here
can't hang around you for another year
you're a terrible sight, there's always a fight
I'm gonna change my ways if it takes all night
well the bottle and the throttle been getting to me
i can't trust the visions i'm startin to see
they say ya like to dance by the light of the moon
well dance motherfucker we'll be in hell soon
they say ya can't spend your whole life in the fire
or you'll end early on a funeral pyre.
don't listen to em man
you'll never understand how it feels to walk around
with your life in your hands
but now that bottle and the throttle have been gettin to me
i can't trust the visions i'm startin to see
they say ya like to dance by the light of the moon
well play that fucking fiddle, we'll dance to the tune.
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Dark Hearts
02:17
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broken hearted break hearts
that's the hardest part
they say the end is just a start
but it feels like i'm fucking fallin apart
threw a glass and knocked the shit off the shelf
cause i can't deal with myself
don't want this picture in my head
of another mother fucker lyin in your bed
cause it hurts my head, all this wishin i was dead
cause the pills they got me takin just don't take it away
the black magic's wielded like a gun in her hand
and her little black heart is gonna kill me in the end
i put a brick through the tv today
because i couldn't think what to say
i threw all your stuff away
i don't wanna see your face another goddamn day
cause it hurts my head, all this wishin i was dead
cause the pills they got me takin just don't take it away
the black magic's wielded like a gun in her hand
and her little black heart is gonna kill me in the end
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Westbound Train
03:37
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sidewalk life can strip of your feelings
it's hard to sleep when you ain't got no ceiling
we walk the earth til our legs won't stand
blood on our face and dirt on our hands
i left my home on a westbound train
left my mother in so much pain
there's not a pleasure that i haven't made myself sick of
broke a hundred hearts with my wandering love
well i got tired of burning bridges down
made a new home in this north south town
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Down to the River
02:03
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i was born an original sinner
mama said i'm never gonna change my ways
it's time to pray
let's go down to the river
all the words i'm saying i could cease to say
we had to live
we had to die
we had to question why
all i know is i wanna live my life til the day i die
the pilgramage to the promised land has broken my back
and calloused my hand
my feet are burnin and my stomachs cramped
there air in my lungs is never comin back
i was born an original sinner
mama said i'm never gonna change my ways
it's time to pray
let's go down to the river
all the words i'm saying i could cease to say
we had to live
we had to die
we had to question why
all i know is i wanna live my life til the day i die
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Dance to the Drum
02:40
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I saw you bleeding as they knocked you down on the ground
and though youre voice is just a whisper i could still hear the sound
they told you don't sing your song and not to dance to the drum
you got to go to work and break you back til they day is done
they'll pluck your feathers, to take your flight
they'll cut out your eyes, to take your sight
they told you don't sing your song, not to dance to the drum
you got to fall in line til your life is done.
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Cheese Sandwich
02:27
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we been walkin all day
let's go to sleep on the sidewalk
it started raining now we gotta relocate to the uhaul
i want you to make me a cheese sandwich
now ya say you'd never leave but i don't know why you'd stay
cause it's got us by the throat every goddamn day
now there's brown sugar, coconut, and tears on the mattress
and i want you to make me a cheese sandwich
now ya say you'd never leave but i don't know why you'd stay
cause it's got us by the throat every goddamn day
now there's brown sugar, coconut, and tears on the mattress
and i want you to make me a cheese sandwich
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Sour Kiss
01:57
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she was caught red handed
so what was i supposed to do
i defy you doing different if it happened to you
i pulled the trigger
shot that woman down
and he was crying while i smacked him around
i grabbed a rope and the blanket where she lay
and i drove her down town and tossed her out in the bay
i lit that ciggarette and took a deep breath
while he lied, i put two in his chest
and when our lips are meetin baby
it tastes so sour now
i'll drink some whisky down to drown now baby
then i'll get out of town
and when our lips are meetin baby
it tastes so sour now
i'll drink some whisky down to drown now baby
then i'll get out of town
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there's so many things i'd like to say to you but you were gone too soon
fucked up by this sick surprise, i'm crumbled heart and swollen eyes
well i think about the little things that made you mad and made you smile
like when the bridge was burned and i was turned away when i was still a child
and the hardest part is trying not to call you
my brothers and my sister were the kids that kids were told to stay away from
and my mother once so wild is still a child with better things to do
the hardest part is conversations not had
and the hardest part is trying not to call you
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Blind Mountain Holler Vista, California
Lowdown, front porch, Americana poets with a penchant for writing about tramps, junkies, sex, and death.
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