1. |
Cold Way Of Living
04:14
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“Cold Way Of Living”
It’s a cold, way of living
In a cold, cold jail
This life, I’m living
Ain’t goin’ well
So tell me pretty mama
Just how its gonna be
Will you still want me
When I’m set free
This presence, I’m missing
Don’t do no good to me
So please wont you write me
To the penitentiary
Baby I’m getting thinner
And my patience has too
Will you still love me
When I come home to you
It’s a cold way of being
In a cold motel
This life, you’re selling
Gonna end up in hell
So put your arms around me
In the cold cold night
It’s you I want baby to hold
Yeah to hold me tight
It’s you I want baby
To hold, yeah to hold me tight
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2. |
Rodeo Daze
02:36
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"Rodeo Daze"
As I burn out my eyes
The night goes passing by
The burning ember deep
That made me realize
All my lies are spread-out
All your truths worn thin
Into the morning light
I sit and captivate
Captivate my sins
Where we’re goin’ now
We don’t need no friends
You better count your days
My dear, they’re comin’ to an end
All the lights they shine
All the sands they gleam
You live on borrowed time
And baby I know what it means
Cuz I live on it too
All my rodeo daze
Are starting to wear thin
I even curse the day
That pony ever galloped in
I burnt every bridge
and I cast every stone
I know your secrets baby
They’re written in my bones
Written in yours too
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3. |
Crystal Dawn
03:11
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"Crystal Dawn"
I got no sleep and my brain is numb
i hit the streets another daze begun
Walking tall with my best friend
Feeling fine and shaking hands
Voices are calling me
Shadows they follow me
The carnival is taunting me
But I enjoy my company
Ran into a face like looking in a mirror
So far ahead
So weary and queer
I gave her steel while the rooster crows
What happens next, god doesn’t know
Chasing smoke to the crystal dawn
I got a feeling, your back ain’t strong
I got a feeling, you reep what you sow
Shoot the moon, we ain’t ever coming home
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4. |
Scrapin' The Bag Again
02:59
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“Scrapin’ The Bag Again”
I don’t like dealing with the morning
So I make my nights as long as I can
I don’t know if I’m ever truly living
So I hold my heart in the palm of my hand
Good morning and good night
Are just the same see
As hello or good bye or farewell thee
Dark rooms and bright cell phones
I’m scraping the bag again
I got aloha to cover up my cocaine
I’m a bronkin’ bull blowing in the wind
So grab my hand and follow me down dear
I think I’m gonna marry you again
I was tossed in dirt black water
So I changed my name
So I could finally see
Kick my teeth in why don’t you
So I can never steal your girl again
Purple silk and satin
Bucked off to the local saloon
Jonna, won’t you bring some whiskey
To your ramblin’ and gamblin’ man
So hold my hand and follow me down
I think I’m gonna marry you again
Grab my hand and follow me down
We’re scrapin’ the bag again
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5. |
Lost & Found
03:30
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“Lost & Found”
Analogous this asylum, is to the prayers
That I keep stashed with my sins
As I wear a crown of thorns
With an indigenous grin
Studyin’ the synchronization of our suffering
At last another savior
Brushed with congruity
The politics of trance
The nature of fortuity
Dancin’ round the daze
of continuity
Pull that trigger, watch the walls come down down down
Catcher in the soul, safe and sound
New creatures rising we’re on the run
Lords of the road
Lords on the run
Transtemporal, this maze is Slithering
Through exposure’s destruction
Acquired attributes
From diminishing within
The arbitrary ways of letting love in
Awareness in life’s prostitution
When you’re alone and wide awake
The apotheosis, lockin’ up the gate
Oh, sweet asylum intoxicate me
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6. |
Giddy Up Pony
02:28
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“Giddy Up Pony”
In the rabbit hole
I ain’t got no friends
Living on the run
Gonna get you in the end
Its a sad wind blowing
It’s a silver moon
Needle in the hay
Needle in the spoon
Dust on the trail
The sheriff is too
Giddy-up pony
Gonna be there soon
Blood on the sand
Blood on the trigger
Giddy-up pony
Don’t know what else to do
If the law come get me
Drag me into town
Hang me for a thrill
Then I’ll be hell bound
I’d think about the girl
With the long blonde hair
With the heavenly thighs
With a death cold stare
In the rabbit hole
I ain’t got no friends
Living on the run
Gonna get you in the end
Its a sad wind blowing
It’s a silver moon
Needle in the hay
With a silver spoon
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7. |
Sweet Luna
04:21
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“Sweet Luna”
Sweet Luna
I'm your man
Sweet Luna
I’m your man
Baby Im your man
You come through my window
You settle me down
Get my feet off the ground
Blinded by your shadow
What a beautiful light
On a cold dead night
That's where you'll always find
I followed your footsteps
Across bright hairs of a fire
Rays of reflected desire
Here is your emblem
To hang in future skies
Not the cross, not the hive
That's where you'll always find
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Creatures Choir California
The Creature is your friend. Listen and hear what it has to say. Keep on creepin and crawlin kiddies.
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