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Alone
03:55
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He was young and drinking on borrowed time
He had a big, big heart, but that just kept him hospitalized
He was alone, but only as alone as he always was
And as are all of us
Alone
She was old, but only in terms of wine
She had a pretty way of dancing, but that just kept her out all night
She was alone, but only as alone as she always was
And as are all of us
Alone
With the curtains drawn, alone
Half a pot of coffee cold, alone
Sleeping with the TV on
What a joke
Alone
With the curtains drawn, alone
Half a pot of coffee cold, alone
Ain’t it funny how it just goes on and on and on and on
Alone
With the curtains drawn, alone
Half a pot of coffee cold, alone
Sleeping with the TV on
Alone
What a joke
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2. |
Emmanuel
04:13
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When I wake up, I don’t wake up
Until I crawl inside a coffee cup full of speed and powder drugs and coffee
When I get to work, I don’t get to work
Until I give my brain another jerk with a couple keep-me-goins and a calm-me-down
Some folks roll automatic
They rise and fall just like God would have it
And life’s as easy as just pressing the gas and going
Well, I wish I could, but I spent a lot of years
Trading the tides for coffee and beers
And now I gotta shift my own busted gears
I’m a manual
When it’s happy hour, it ain’t happy hour
Until a couple rounds, tall, strong and sour, get to shining up my smile for you to see
When it’s time to chill, I don’t got time to chill
Until I get my watch to start standing still, and I know how, but that sure will be expensive
Some folks roll automatic
They rise and fall just like God would have it
And life’s as easy as just pressing the gas and going
Well, I wish I could, but I spent a lot of years
Trading the tides for coffee and beers
Now I gotta shift my own busted gears
I’m a manual
I need my chemicals
To keep this vehicle
On the road
When she’s ready for sex, I ain’t ready for sex
Until I sneak a pill from my bedside chest, and, man, I’m far too young for this, I’m a manual
When it’s time to sleep, I don’t go to sleep
Until I smoke a big ol’ bowl of weed and wash it down with cold and flu relief, I’m talking bout the good stuff
Some folks roll automatic
They rise and fall just like God would have it
And life’s as easy as just pressing the gas and going
Well, I wish I could, but I spent a lot of years
Trading the tides for coffee and beers
Now I gotta shift my own busted gears
I’m a manual
I need my chemicals
To keep this vehicle
On the road
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3. |
Good Stuff
04:23
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Fill my heart with blood
I want the good stuff
I’m running mighty low
Come on fill ’er up
I’ve got a long way to go
And, man, I just don’t know
If this little bit will get me where I need to go
Fill my lungs with air
I want the good stuff
There’s a pounding in my chest
I just can’t get enough
See, I’ve been running without rest
And I just can’t catch my breath
So what do ya say to giving away what you got left?
I want that good stuff
Ain't no time when times are tough
Ain't no time to save it up
So give me that good, good stuff
Fill my glass with whiskey
Make it the good stuff
This body’s bound to go
Might be my last one
This world’s fast and loud
And each second pounds my brow
But another cup might be enough to slow it all down
I want that good stuff
Ain’t no time when times are tough
Ain’t no time to save it up
So give me that good, good stuff
Fill my ears with music
Make it the good stuff
Gimme Luke or Jay or Jeff
I need an honest one
That low, lonesome sound
It’s the only thing I’ve found
To pick me up just enough to write something down
I want that good stuff
Ain’t no time when times are tough
Ain’t no time to save it up
So give me that good, good stuff
Fill my arms with women
Make them the good ones
Fill her eyes with fire
I want a wild one
And I'll dive into the flames
And I’ll wash away my name
So when them other girls come calling, I won't hear a thing
I want that good stuff
Ain't no time when times are tough
Ain't no time to save it up
So give me that good, good stuff
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4. |
The Devil's Point
04:23
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Well, I’m drunk and still drinking cheap beer and cheap bourbon
Watching wild women working the pole
Wide-eyed and grinning, and the night’s just beginning
To slip like a snake through my soul
And an angel is lying on my shoulder just crying
But it might as well be silent, ya see?
When there’s something I’m avoiding
And this red devil’s pointing to a girl that ain’t waiting on me
Some nights I might linger
When these eyes bloom with fingers
To trace the ink on the sweet skin of strangers
Safe from the pain of real loving
Safe from the stain of these hands
I’m broke and still breaking bent bills I have taken
Off a man just as broken as me
And the clock is a-tickin’ like sweet morphine dripping
And it’s dripping, oh, dripping so sweet
And there’s a buzzing in my pocket where my baby keeps calling
Worried I ain’t been walking with the Lord
And the god-awful truth is that
I’m barely human by the time I walk out the door
Alone at my final hour
When these bones break to powder
To pollinate some faraway flower
Free from the pain of real loving
Free from the stain of these hands
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5. |
Desert Rose
04:30
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Desert rose
I found you growing
Desert rose
I didn’t know it
Desert rose
I caught you open your eyes
I didn’t know it
But I was opening mine
Desert rose
I was needing
Desert rose
I couldn’t leave it
Desert rose
I have mistreated you
Now I’m bleeding
Cause I thought I needed you
Love is slow
Love is moving quick
Love is home
But it ain’t moving in
If I ever knew loving
It was blowing in the wind
Not this breathing
In your dying breath
Desert rose
Smells like heaven
Desert rose
I stink like a human
Desert rose
I am a foolish man
I found heaven
Then I bottled it
I found heaven
Then I bottled it
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6. |
Tunnel of a Dream
06:50
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I was sitting by the river in the warm glow of your vision
The branches near the edge hung their heads and bowed
With their roots deep down in the ground and their hungry hands held out
It was a holy place, but I just couldn’t stand sitting
Well, my eyes rolled around till they found my feet walking
I had a scrape on my knee and I don’t know where I got it
And I sat down as the sun died down in a colorful fit of glory
I would wait, but you would never find me
Not this time
I got lost in the shadows of your mind
I was listening for the water through thick sheets of darkness
I was looking down the aisles like a child so nervous
And my crying eyes went wide, and the evening crawled inside
And showed me awful things I never even knew existed
And my heart beat loud to the sound of rotten laughter
I tore a hole in my throat begging for someone to answer
And I bloodied my sock on an old dead log with a broken mess of ankle
I wouldn’t have run if I’d have known I could shake ya
Just wanting to fly
I fell out the window of your mind
The wind began playing fractured flakes of recorded sayings
Words I heard so soothing burst bitter like thunder breaking
Old pictures I musta taken flashed naked and left me twitching
I stood behind you in the kitchen and we dissolved in a sea of dishes
I felt weightless as the silence sprouted white from behind my eyelids
I was floating through my veins till I poured through the hole in my leg
And I slid like a snake riding trails drawn by your breathing
I awoke by the river in the cool smoke of confusion
I looked down at the water, but my reflection wasn’t amusing
Then my face slid away as yours took its place and swallowed my eyes with your beauty
I fell in your arms and kissed every inch of your body
I fell in your arms and cried, shaking and smiling
I just couldn’t believe
I found you in the tunnel of a dream
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7. |
Dejavudu
04:30
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I’ve been here before
My time has come circling back for more
My woman is hurting
My woman is hurting
And I’ve been here before
I remember the weight that I threw to the floor
And up through the ceiling
I flew through the feeling of being alone
But I’ve been here before
I’ve been hunting a ghost
And ghost hunting sure keeps a boy on his toes
I think I’ve gone crazy
I think I’ve gone crazy
Or something’s gone to my head
I’m high on the fumes of my own stale breath
And soon I’ll be coming
Soon I’ll be coming down for more
Down for more
The blue of her eyes
That sound that she makes when they aren’t dry
My woman is hurting
And I’m pulling the curtains
And I’ve been here before
I can hear that damn thing rapping on my door
I guess I’ll be leaving
I guess I’ll be leaving her all alone
Lord, she’s been there before
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8. |
Hard Times
06:16
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Paulie always had it coming
With those swollen dead moon eyes
I was trying to leave when
He pulled me aside
And he said he had some woman
And he’d sell her on the cheap
I found him by the river
With a girl that couldn’t speak
And I held him under water
And he shook himself to sleep
But Paulie always had it coming
He just couldn’t keep it clean
Hard times
Hard times, again
Holed up in Paulie’s basement
A couple weeks hung on the line
I was sleeping on the ceiling
With a girl that couldn’t cry
But she’d fill the room with silence
While I sorted out the score
A couple weeks in Paulie’s basement
With a needle on the floor
And I was high until I was lowered
On down to the cold cement
When I woke, the day had broken
That beating in her chest
Hard times
Hard times, again
I fell down by the river
Pale as the dead moon light
I prayed the Lord would take me
In his ever-loving might
Or to fill my hands with money
So I could buy that final dose
I hung my head by the river
And I prayed my eyes would close
And I slept until I was sober
And I woke in a pool of sweat
That morning cracked me open
I was raw as a baby’s breath
Hard times
Hard times, again
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9. |
Lord, Why'd Ya Make Me?
04:24
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Lord, why’d ya make me so stupid?
Lord, do ya find it amusing?
Lord, I just wanna break even
But I can’t afford all the lessons that you’re teaching me
Lord, why’d ya make me so ugly?
Lord, it really ain’t funny
Lord, I just want me a honey
But I can’t be heard from this hole that you dug me
Lord, why’d ya make her so fragile?
Lord, ya gave me hands like metal
Lord, why’d ya make me so fickle?
You oughta know by now that I’d kill you for a nickel
Lord, why’d ya give me these habits
Lord, if I really can’t have them?
Lord, I don’t mean to make ya panic
But I’m hungry for some more and I’m feeling mighty frantic
Why’d ya make me?
Lord
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