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Pi Jacobs - Home
04:05
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Home - Pi Jacobs
Home, There is no place I’d rather be.
Drowning in your chemistry
Beating down on my noon-day skin
Rest and then wind me up again
I can go anywhere, long as I know you are there.
Home, Skateboards and Limousines
Babies and Spanish drag queens
Meet me for Princess at the Crow
Say hi to all the freaks we know
I can go anywhere, long as I know you are there
Nothing stays the same, Everything must change
Are you there?
Nothing stays the same, Everything must change
They Say, you can never go home
Home, Every kite needs a string
Birds are all migrating.
I can go anywhere, long as I know you are there
Nothing stays the same, Everything must change
Are you there?
Nothing stays the same, Everything must change
Don’t say you can never go home
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Steelwells - Dead Song
04:10
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Steelwells - Dead Song
Close the door behind you and never let yourself see that ghost again
Tell yourself a story that makes it all okay for you to live with him
Calling out so you'll hear me shout when there's nothing else left
I was only needing a place to lay this tired old man
You put your clothes down on the dirty ground and feel it, feel it, feel the setting sunlight
All you wanted was another crown so take it, take it, take it into your heart now
And all you want
Is another dead song
Where is the life
I want to try
and all our friends
Makin all new friends
Walking at night
To get home
Were you lying on the side of your bed trying to figure out where it went wrong
Did you turn it all around in your head till you hear it all in the song, it's all on the song
While all the kids run straight ahead into a place they've never seen
I could only turn and shake my head because someone forgot to bring the kerosine
If we fall in we go down
If we fall in then we all go down
If we fall in we go down
If we all fall in we all go down
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Special K - The Dead Lovers
The pimps stay up and the hoes stay down.
But everything that comes around goes around.
You never should have let her wear your golden crown.
And everybody, everybody knows her,
Name like a rash all over town.
The word on the streets is she gets around.
And I can see you changing now.
And I can feel you're changing now.
All the things you do,
And all the words you say,
All your thoughts are made for you,
By Special K, Special K.
And everybody, everybody knows her,
Name like a rash all over town.
The word on the streets is she gets around.
And I can feel you changing now,
And I can see you're changing now.
All the things you do,
And all the words you say,
All your thoughts are made for you,
By Special K, Special K.
Your drug today.
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My Goodness - In The Sun
03:37
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In The Sun - My Goodness
I need a new shape, or maybe a new face
I’ve got all you’d really want, made up in good taste
Roll both your candid eyes, roll out your white lies
I’m not the man you thought I was
But I'll keep the bottle close
On my way, I’m in the sun, she’s in the rain
On my way, I’m on the run, she’s here to stay
I’m feeling cynical, maybe a little cold
Can’t hear what you’re saying girl
But I need to change it all
Give you a metaphor, for your lack of thoughts ignored
I thought I’d got her worst
But she’s got the chains of love
On my way, I’m in the sun, she’s in the rain
On my way, I’m on the run, she’s here to stay
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Photos of Madrid - Filligar
Godmother, arm is placed around her man
Godmother, seated at his right hand
And with his tweed jacket he’s looking back, looking back
And with his tweed jacket he’s looking back, looking back
Godfather, polaroid picture it
Godfather, saying something about Madrid
And with his tweed jacket he’s looking back, looking back
And with his tweed jacket he’s looking back, looking back
And now he’s showing photos of Madrid
And now he’s showing photos of Madrid
Did you ever go?
Oh you bet he did
Did you ever go?
Oh you bet he did
He’s got the photos, photos of Madrid
God love her, lipstick on her two front teeth
God love him, he can’t ever find the beat
Dancing to the wedding band, wedding band
Holding up their wedding bands, wedding bands
And with his tweed jacket he’s looking back, looking back
And with his tweed jacket he’s looking back, looking back
And now he’s showing photos of Madrid
And now he’s showing photos of Madrid
Did you ever go?
Oh you bet he did
He’s got the photos, photos of Madrid
And now he’s showing photos of Brazil
And now he’s showing photos of Brazil
Did you ever go?
He said, “Oh but I bet you will.”
He’s got the photos, photos of Brazil
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Smokey Tavern - Nancarrow
No girl in this smokey tavern, and I came in here looking for love
Last one left and all my hopes are shattered, the bottle which I’m familiar of
Fallin, can’t ya see I’m fallin for ya babe, in all honesty
Fallin, can’t ya see I’m fallin for ya babe, it’s plain to see
And I can’t help but wonder are you fallin’ for me.
Haggard, poured out of the jukebox, right about the time you walked in
Two shots and you're on that floor dancing, stumble home alone once again
Fallin, can’t ya see I’m fallin for ya babe, in all honesty
Fallin, can’t ya see I’m fallin for ya babe, it’s plain to see
And I can’t help but wonder are you fallin’ for me.
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The Civil War Song - Rodello's Machine
We came through Raleigh, now off to Gettysburg
I heard shots in the valley so I wrote you down these words
I travel in the 4th Regiment, my brother's by my side
Our captain banned our liquor, now I'm trying to get by
Miss Elizabeth, I can still see your dark brown eyes
Miss Elizabeth, this could be the last time I write
Yeah I'm nervous I can't lie, and if you don't hear from me
Tell my mother it's alright
I'm at the edge of the fight, and if you don't hear from me
I'll meet you in heaven when I die
My brother he's been sick, he's coughing through the night
He's got nine months of service till he's home to see his wife
Miss Elizabeth, I can still see your dark brown eyes
Miss Elizabeth, this could be the last time I write
Yeah I'm nervous I can't lie, and if you don't hear from me
Tell my mother it's alright
I'm at the edge of the fight, and if you don't hear from me
I'll meet you in heaven when I die
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Hollowed out and entangled between the woods and the city lights
You feel and touch and you burn and you break and you fall back into your eyes
Visions mounting on the back of time
Everybody’s checking out just fine
All alone but I’m sticking close by
These river hands, these restless, restless nights
Waking up with the cats clawing at the door and you so calm and quiet
Rolling over, rolling under, rolling around the thick air of desire
Covers wrinkled laying on the floor
Your hair disheveled makes me want you more
But I still feel alone so I’m sticking close by
These river hands that hold me tight
Until my lungs are filled
With sand and bone and rock and silt
On the banks of the river, I’m going home
I’m going home
I’m going home
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The Donkeys - Not Messin' Around
I'm calling you out: your Daddy's not proud
So grab yourself another beer.
How much does it pay?
"I'd rather not say"
Well what the f*ck you doing here?
Cause if you think that I'm messing
Well I ain't messing around
You're acting so tough
With those diamonds and stuff
Shining like you're made from veneer.
Well what do you say, how much does it pay?
"I'd rather not say"
You're acting like you got this career
Cause if you think that I'm messing
Well I ain't messing around
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Steal My Money - Goodnight Ravenswood
Is there some surprise that I should be waiting for?
That I should expect?
‘Cus I knew better when you came to me promising
To pull a rabbit from your hat
But you’re just a highway robber
You’re just a bum without a dollar
I knew you’d shoot me in the back
And steal my money, steal my money yeah
The tar and feathers might come out again
Mr. taxman
But, my generation needs to wake up
We need to stand up Yeah
You’re just a highway robber
You’re just a bum without a dollar
I knew you’d shoot me in the back
And steal my money, steal my money yeah
And if we get too loud
It’s the handcuffs for us
And if we get too high
It’s the slammer for us
You’re just a highway robber
You’re just a bum without a dollar
I knew you’d shoot me in the back
And steal my money, steal my money yeah
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