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1. |
| 3:15 | ||||
Devils Haircut
Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leperous faces Heads are hanging from the garbageman trees Mouthwash, jukebox, gasoline Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets Smiling eyes whipping out of their sockets Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Love machines on the sympathy crutches Discount orgies on the dropout buses Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses Come into town with the briefcase blues Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Something's wrong 'cause my mind is fading Ghetto blastin', disintegrating Rock and roll, know what I'm saying? And everywhere I look there's a devil in waiting Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Got a devil's haircut in my mind Devil's haircut in my mind Devil's haircut in my mind Devil's haircut in my mind |
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2. |
| 3:50 | ||||
Hotwax
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash soul Like a frying pan when the fire's gone Driving my pig while the bands taking pictures in the grass And my radio's smashed And I like pianos in the evening sun Dragging my heals 'til my day is done Saturday night in the Captain's clothes Tender horns blowing when my jewelry froze Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro I can't believe my way back when My Cadillac pants going much to fast Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack Community service and I'm still the mack Shocked my finger spicing my hand I been spreading disease all across the land Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen Wishing I was living like a hit man Face down in the guarantees Jaundiced honchos getting busy with ease Because I get down I get down I get down all the way Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders Western Unions of the country westerns Silver foxes looking for romance In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants And you got the hotwax residues You never lose in your razor blade shoes Stealing pesos out of my brain Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes Radar systems piercing the souls You never get caught with the wax so rotten All my days I got the grizzly words Hijacked flavors that I'm flipping like birds Yo soy un disco quebrado Yo tengo chicle en mi cerebro Who are you? I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm Why did you come here? I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe |
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3. |
| 4:15 | ||||
AHHRRRRHHHH!!!
you only got one finger left, and it's pointing at the door, and you're taking for granted, what the lords laid on the floor, so i'm picking up the pieces and i'm puttin' them up for sale, throw your meal ticket out the window, put your skeletons in jail cause lord only knows it's gettin' late the senses are gone, so don't you hesistate, give yourself a call, letcha' bottom dollars fall throwin your two-bit cares down the drain. invite me to the seven seas, like some seasick man. you'll do whatever you please, and i'll do whatever i can. titanic, fare thee well, my eyes are turning pink don't call us when the new age, gets old enough to drink, cause lord only knows it's getting late, your senses are gone so don't you hesitate, move on up the hill, theres nothing dead, left to kill, throwin' your two bit cares down the drain... yeah... Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay just passin' through... Odelay Odelay Odelay Odelay........... dYow! Goin' back to houston, to the hot dog dance,(fading) Goin' back to houston, to get me some pants...(quiet) |
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4. |
| 3:40 | ||||
5. |
| 4:13 | ||||
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the fallow field Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the fallow field Shooting venom at the passers-by Hijackers tie the heavens down I put my eyes in a paper bag I'm spinning round like a gambling wheel Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the fallow field Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the fallow field I dropped my anchor in the dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the fallow field Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the fallow field |
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6. |
| 4:38 | ||||
Keep on truckin like a novacane hurricane
Blowin static on the poor man's short-wave Stampede's got to dismantle Code-red: what's your handle Mission incredible undercover convoy Full-tilt chromosome cowboy X-ray search and destroy Smoke stack black top novacane boy Got so numb, your mind won't drum Getting late with the suicide beat Test-tube, still-born and dazed Chump scum plays in the razor's haze Got the momentum radioactive Lowdown! Step aside for the operation Don't expect some generation Cyanide ride down the turnpike after hours on the miracle mic Grinding the gears eighteen wheels Pigs and robots riding on their heels Fine tune road block making a sand box Diesel infernos burning like drano Down the horizon purple gasses Semi-trucks hauling their asses Novacane, hit the road expressway Explode! Novacane! Novacane! |
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7. |
| 4:12 | ||||
I been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones And we will rise in the cool of the evening I remember the way that you smiled When the gravity shackles were wild And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning I been drifting along in the same stale old shoes Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation |
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8. |
| 5:31 | ||||
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low The jigsaw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans and just clap your hands And just clap your hands Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Take me home with my elevator bones That was a good drum break Pick yourself up off the side of the road With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones Members only hypnotizers Move through the room like ambulance drivers Shine your shoes with your microphone blues Hirsutes with your parachute fruits Passing the dutchie from coast to coast Like my man Gary Wilson, I rock the most Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's? Let's make it out baby Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone Two turntables and a microphone We're all part of the total syndrome Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Oh, dear me, make-out city's a two-horse town That's beautiful, Dad Got my microphone There's a destination a little up the road From the habitations and the towns we know A place we saw the lights turn low The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts Two turntables and a microphone Bottles and cans and just clap your hands And just clap your hands Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone Where it's at I got two turntables and a microphone I got plastic on my mind Make it out, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's make it out, baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (scream) Telephone plastic baby Ahh, so good Oh, yeah Let's play good |
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9. |
| 2:32 | ||||
The last survivor of a boiled crown
Another casualty with the casual frown The janitor vandals they bark in your face Juveniles with the piles and paste It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse In the garbage classes With the clutches of fog Don't be confused when your fuse is up And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup When the cup is filled you can run and be killed In the billion miles of the muscles that build Radiation Feeling the force Karaoke On the vomiting whores This stops at zero, hailed the call Running down the hall, there's nothing wrong With the chancre sores and the robot pills Throwing imbeciles on the window sills It's a sensation! A bankrupt corpse In the garbage classes With the clutches of fog Fog! Fog! Fog! (?) |
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10. |
| 3:58 | ||||
I don't need no wheels
I don't need no gasoline 'Cause the wind that is blowing Is blowing like a smoke machine If I said to you That I was looking for a place to get to 'Cause my neck is broken And my pants ain't getting no bigger I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life And some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill In the evening time All my friends Tell me something is getting together I got a beard that would disappear If I'm dressed in leather Now let me tell you about my baby She was born in Arizona Sitting in the jailhouse Trying to learn some good manners I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill in the evening time Matchsticks strike When I'm riding my bike to the depot 'Cause everybody knows my name At the recreation center If I could only find a nickel I would pay myself off tonight 'Cause nobody knows When the good times have passed out cold I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill in the evening time I got a stolen wife and a rhinestone life and some good ol' boys I'm writing my will on a three dollar bill in the evening time Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on Don't talk to me If you're looking for somebody to cry on |
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11. |
| 2:37 | ||||
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is comin to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And nobody knows where we been Cancelled rations are running thin Watches tick out of tune Falling apart like a readymade And my bags are waiting In the next life Rubbish piles fresh and plain Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain License plates stowaway Standing in line like a readymade And my bags are waiting in the next life An open road where I can breathe Where the lowest low is comin to me I can pull myself back up back down Stuck together like a readymade And my bags are waiting in the next life |
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12. |
| 4:11 | ||||
High 5, High 5!
High 5, High 5! [rappers]: " C'mon on! 8! Everybody! C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5! Aw, yeah, I like that shit." When I rock it's like a high 5 Want a slap in the face I love the taste All my days with my wheelchair ways Watch me die in my suicide high I don't mean it 'cause I only come on to you When I step to the room with a powerful motion Leopard skin let the records spin 'Round and round with the speed of sound High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! Rocky mountain low we gotta go Put that gadget in the random mode Cripple candy rocking the candy Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot In my car sweating like a dog Beers and chairs no frontiers On my way from the 'Frisco Bay Dixieland, soda-pop man High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! [spoken]:Yeah, put that machine in random mode Talking about popping jugger Like the last century [Mike D]: "Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you? Man, get the other record! Damn!" High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! [Mike D]: "Ok, now. Do like designer jeans. Everybody, designer jeans! say, say, say, say, say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everybody! One more time, let me hear you say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the ladies. All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente! Sing it, girl. Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente! Say: Jordache!" |
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13. |
| 4:47 | ||||
You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone Your old bones are on their own So take off your coat Put a song in your throat Let the dead-beats pound all around We will go Nowhere we know We don't have to talk at all Hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all The bargains you drive Buckets and bags And all your belongings Your train's in the sand Ramshackle land Let the rats watch the races We will go Nowhere we know 'Till we find our one and all Hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all Praises get spent Your trick face is bent Pigsties and prizes 'Cause there's no kind of 'well' You're suiting yourself You leave yourself behind We will go Nowhere we know 'Till we find our one and all Your hand me downs Flypaper towns Stuck together One and all |
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14. |
| 0:43 | ||||
15. |
| 6:12 | ||||
On a highway, unpaved, going my way
You're so alone today Like a ghost town, I've found There's no belief, no salt in the sea Is it true what they say? You can't behave You gamble your soul away Measuring the dreams, of this life seems Like the gristle of loneliness Don't let the sun catch you cryin' Don't let the sun catch you cryin' Like an ice age, nice days, are on your way Sipping the golden drinks On a rip-tide, freak's ride Asleep inside, a parasite's appetite Oh, say can't you see? The chemistry The parasites, the clean up fee Death never hands recycled cans And get well cars to the hostage vans Don't let the sun catch you cryin' Don't let the sun catch you cryin' You're a deadweight, right straight On your way Sunk in the midnight shade Skies burned, eyes turned Learning to counterfeit their disease In this town where we roam We bluff our souls In canteen patios Drink the bravest draught The music drags The music drags The music drags Don't let the sun catch you cryin' Don't let the sun catch you cryin' |
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16. |
| 7:03 | ||||
Ease yourself on down And if you're bound and frowned You better put it on down 'Cause 4am, gonna hit it again Leaving dollar bills on the buffalo hills The moon's eye is frozen shut These vacant lanes unknown, uncut Shredded up and sold for seed Another tribute sent to a backwards breed Hear those buzzards flap their heaps Up above where skies are cheap For pioneers with chandeliers Darkened arks in diamond ears Through those rusty windows Traffics shoot like venom Static addicts Causing us to fly like sticks Fumes of flags and endless wicks INFERNO!!! Habit-trails of garbage pails I search and strip my stale grails And when it's time to strike the blues I gotta let my jive and jackass fuse This pollution is electrocution Riffs and rags, no resolution My wagon limps a miser's pace On borrowed fuels of lice and lace Hail to the mother man Can't stand the soul can Cold sweat, tiger tan Sold my gold and left this land Vaccination, cancellation Tuning in to the two-bit station Alkaline batteries shot Summer's all tied In the hangman's know INFERNO!!! |
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17. |
| 4:59 | ||||
People lookin' fresh In their lightning bones Had the TB Blues I couldn't find no phones Women driving down In their whip flash rides Had a wooden nickel finger Pointing from all sides Tryin' to get together Into some kind of scene I shook my spice last Sunday Like a broken machine I got 50-foot woofers And I'm lonesome tonight I put my hands in the air Like a hazard light I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains (What's your name? Cheetah and Tammy) Stealin' my water from an empty well I got birds of life and a chain-gang bell Smokin' cigarettes like an ass in the road I got debutantes with the elephant's gold Feast and famines all holding their hands Filling in the blanks with swollen glands Draggin' my heels down the varicose lanes Paradise landlords swingin' their chains I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains People lookin' fresh In their lightning bones Had the TB Blues I couldn't find no phones Women driving down In their whipflash rides Had a wooden nickel finger Pointing from all sides Tryin' to get together Into some kind of scene I shook my spice last Sunday Like a broken machine I got 50-foot woofers And I'm lonesome tonight I put my hands in the air Like a hazard light I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains swinging I'm going back home With my gold chains |
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Disc 2 | ||||||
1. |
| 12:27 | ||||
2. |
| 3:20 | ||||
3. |
| 2:43 | ||||
4. |
| 3:18 | ||||
Is it come and gone
Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? Is it wrapped in trash Sent back to a sanitation tank? Is it disinfected, disconnected 'Til it grafts some wires? Is it sped up, spun around Brown and yellow in the fires? What is this town? They said I got no place to be The money meter's taking everything I see Is it comes in lovely bones That put their shirts on ice? Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice? Is it normal, born-again? Let the vultures drink and drown Is it's force from weathers? Birds of feathers never frown What is this town? They said I got no place to be The money meter's taking everything I see Is it come and gone Is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? What is this town? They said I got no place to be The money meter's taking everything I see |
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5. |
| 2:41 | ||||
It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel I made an effort to get just what I deserve I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt I was jumping around, she was a runnin' coming down In the thick of a trick, I couldn't take my pick Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog I'm taking morphine Now I'm rolling in sweat With a loaf of cold bread And a taco in my jeans On the map if you glide She's got such ugly thighs I got taken by surprise With the plate of flaming noodles It's a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion It's an everlasting, it's a ghettoblasting On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel I made an effort to get just what I deserve |
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6. |
| 4:38 | ||||
Out on the highway I'm doing it my way
Zig-zag patients vibrating the ancients Handing out money, the fly's making honey Beaches aplenty, the pigs on the levee Let's don't be like everyone else With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house Big black drums beat in the night Running away, that's what I like Seasons are turning, village is burning Convalescents open their presents Wandering children ready and willing Beggars and lightweights harness the highways Let's don't be like everyone else With the one-trip rooms, the halfway house Big black drums beat in the night Running away, that's what I like Abandoned coal mines, we'll have a good time Redtape rivals recycling bibles Let's don't be like everyone else With the one trip rooms,,the halfway house Big black drums beat in the night Running away, that's what I like |
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7. |
| 2:21 | ||||
Kiss the girl slay a hag
Feel the flavor freedom fag Get up early, do your chores Chase the murder with the rancid pores The thyroids with friendly blade The haunted beast with faces flayed Silver chicken make a fuss Reveling in molten puss Favorite patrons crack their death With arteries and tinsel breath Revolution purple fist Pummeling your angel piss Sour powered wussy soul Solid darkness goddess show Weaving heirlooms thru the hour From the cradle monster cowered Waking up delicious ghost They'll eat themselves from coast to coast Dancing in their bandages The victims grow leaving messages Hear the commune cocaine blast Earthly mothers with flattened chests Sloping gardens, mystic hours Fried vibrations overpowered In the mangles of their hair Shrouded spirits and underwear Crazy wires fuse their brains Drinking water sugar cane Playing drums and broken flutes Homeless gods and iron boots Flying wicked love control Circus storm and demon skull Entering the solar sphere Planets meld crystal clear Thrashing in the astral glow Flashing in their fleshly show Waking up delicious ghost They'll eat themselves from coast to coast Dancing in their bandages The victims grow leaving messages |
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8. |
| 1:53 | ||||
Tell me where you want me to go
If I'm gone then I'll get there soon Tell me what you want me to be If I've been there split in two Tell me what you want me to say Then I'll put my tongue away Tell me what you want me to see With my eyes so grizzly gray You're insane Got no name The lion's tame It's all the same Got no brain The lion's tame Tell me where you want me to go If I'm gone then I'll get there soon Tell me what you want me to be If I've been there split in two You're insane Got no name The lion's tame It's all the same Got no brain Lion's tame |
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9. |
| 3:46 | ||||
Bust a move with what you can
Dead phone machine piled on the table Disappointment is a feather in your cap You want the truth, not when it's unplanned There's no map that can tell you where you are You're in between things that only go half way You want the best, you want contests Where everybody loses on purpose by mistake |
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10. |
| 2:56 | ||||
Offices and fountains they named for you
Stacks and zealots wither in shit-filled rooms Hari-karis barely a tear for you Hairy fairies spinning the golden looms Wake up the ghosts and lepers Aching in their slavery smoke Delinquent hygienes atrocious We'll shoot out the great white crescent We'll shoot out the great white crescent Fisticuffs and zithers of Zanzibar Body pills and shiver and caviar Dazzlements and accidents body's chart Choice cut meats of derelict boulevards Wake up the ghosts and lepers Aching up their slavery smoke Delinquent hygienes atrocious We'll shoot out the great white crescent We'll shoot out the great white crescent Wake up the ghosts and lepers Aching in their slavery smoke Delinquent hygienes atrocious We'll shoot out the great white crescent We'll shoot out the great white crescent |
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11. |
| 5:26 | ||||
12. |
| 4:47 | ||||
Brother, are you really here?
The package I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will hire you Brother, are you really home? Holy as a blessed worm A paradise ambasssador Bring me to your room And I will throw you rocks today And watch them pass right through, you say And this is not a game or test We both have done some grieving Brother, with your vast reward A treasury you can't afford Surgeries and innocence abounds And I have read in paper books My eyes are glands on twisted hooks Never have I felt or looked So sorry for you now Brother, are you trained to spy? One eye open, one eye dry When I die, will you be my neighbor? Tell me things I like to know Dressing up from head to toe Let them know to and fro From here and tomorrow Brother, are you really here? The message I received is gone Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will hire you |
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13. |
| 4:35 | ||||
Must have been the devil
Believe that woman has gone mad Must a been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Nothing' but the devil Change my baby's mind Nothing but the devil Change my baby's mind Laid down last night Laid down last night Laid there last night And tried to take my rest My mind got to rambling' Like wild geese from the west Must have been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Must have been the devil Believe that woman has gone mad Woman I love Woman I love; took off with my best friend |
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14. |
| 2:25 | ||||
Here's a story that I want to pass on to you
that I think is... has meant a lot to me. He said 'Ed, you have no control over the past, it's a canceled check. You have no control over the future because you don't know what's going to happen. Your maximum point of power in your life is now! Never had trouble All my days Never had trouble All my days Never had trouble All my days Never had trouble All my days Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey |
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15. |
| 4:07 | ||||
I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation When I wake up and someone will sweep up my lazy bones And we will rise in the cool of the evening I remember the way that you smiled When the gravity shackles were wild Something is vacant when I think it's all beginning And I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes The loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind If you thought that you were making your way To where the puzzles and pagans lay Put it together, it's a strange invitation And it's a strange invitation And it's a strange invitation It's a strange invitation It's a strange invitation |
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16. |
| 3:13 | ||||
Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas
Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir a lugar Donde los paganos van Pongalo junto Invitacion extrano Despierto alguien arrastra mis huesos Nosotros ascendemos en la tarde Y recuerdo tu sonrisa Con el viento salvaje Hay algo vacio cuando empieza Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza Si pensabas ir a lugar Donde los paganos van Pongalo junto Invitacion extrano |