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Young Emily Rose
05:45
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One day she bought the old Morgan County Jail
And she filled all the cells up with junk
She done walled out her kinfolk and the ghosts of the past
And the cells gathered cobwebs that held her fast
And I remember Emily down at the carnival
Just smiling and riding the Cyclone all day
And she wasn’t thinking about hiding in those long gone days
Not until next year when the bad things passed her way
Chorus:
And every other year we try to remember Young Emily Rose
We used to stand in the field and look down on that jailhouse
And she’d hold my hand and tell me of her dreams
Of turning those concrete walls into a lovely mansion with art in its halls
And I’d look in her eyes and I see what she’d mean
Then the light in her eyes slowly started fading
And she mumble to herself and shake and scream and cry
And I’d wanna kill myself when I’d hear that pretty mouth complaining
About how no one in this town cared if she lived or died
And nowadays no one ever sees poor Emily
And now a days no one ever sees her much
The schoolkids hide in the tall grass outside the Morgan County Jail
And just listen for her howls in the night
Chorus:
And every other year we try to remember Young Emily Rose
‘cause we just want to forget the old
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2. |
Lincoln
03:02
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Wish I'd never come back to Lincoln
'Cause every time I do they drive me out
And I guess I never did too much thinkin'
In those long gone days I try not to think about
We'd hit these towns like tornados
Just drinkin', stealin' and fightin' everywhere
But then some dumb fuck down in Loredo
Just ended up dying at the bottom of the stairs
Chorus:
And girl, where have you gone?
I've been running all night just trying to catch your scent
But every time I think I'm catching up
You up and split the scene girl
And so I hop another train without a dollar
or a goddamn cent
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3. |
Bonnie To My Clyde
03:17
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You were wearing black face from the coal mine
A blue collar minstrel, just waiting for your moment to shine
Just like fool's gold found in 1849
And you were wearing white face from the flour mill
A good-natured girl just waiting, until a foolish boy swept you off of your feet
And out of this town
Chorus:
Let's run away, together you and I
We'll head out West, where the limit is the sky
And I'll be the Clyde to your Bonnie
If you're the Bonnie to my Clyde
Let's run away, together
You and I
You wore a black suit from the men's store
Three weeks wages, well it was even more dear than that
But you sure looked fine
In your fine finery
And you wore a white dress your mother had sown
She gave you her blessing if you promised to write home
And she gave you a bible
And an ivory handled comb
Chorus
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4. |
Can't Get Enough of Love
03:50
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Love, it'll knock you to the ground
And kick you all around
And it's love, and it's a crazy feeling
Love, it'll take all of your cash
And leave you with a rash
I can't get enough of love
Love, it'll knock you to the floor
Just wishing you had some more
And it's love, and it's a crazy feeling
Love, it'll take everything you own
And leave you all alone
And, I don't want to fall in love
Chorus:
But you can melt it on a spoon
And shoot it right into your vein
And all the pain goes away
But then it blows right into your heart
And it makes you out of your cranium
Love, it'll knock you to the ground
And kick you all around
And it's love, and it's a crazy feeling
Love, it'll take all of your cash
And leave you with a bitter rash
And I can't get enough of love
Love, it'll rip out your heart
And tear it all apart
And that's love and I can't kick the habit of love
I can't kick the habit of love
I can't kick the habit of love
Chorus
It's love, I can't get enough of love
I can't get enough of love
I can't get enough of love
I can't get enough of love
I can't get enough of love
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5. |
Green Grass
06:01
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You know those musette strains
Keep calling me home
To my dirty old town
It's all grey and brown
Yeah, I ran away
From her soft little world
I ran from her grandma's pearls
And I ran from her strawberry curls
Chorus:
I'm searching for that green grass
I'm still searching for that green grass
At the end of the ridge
On the other side of the bridge
You know that corner crooner
He's singing our song
It's the 'Summer Wind'
And it blows more emptiness in
But we had our fun dear
And I'm so glad you're not here
To see just how far
I've let myself go
Chorus
She was my honey tongued angel
She was my devil in disguise
In her council flat
And always with that fucking clam shell hat
On the wrong side of town
On the dark side of the tracks
We were laying right down
All naked, flat on our backs
Chorus
You know she left on a morning
It looked just like this
And I'm not the type
To morosely reminisce
But it was so long ago
And lord I just don't know
But on days like these
I feel her breath right here on my neck
Chorus
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6. |
A Grifter's Life
03:57
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Hey! Hey!
I look in the mirror and I see you
On the morning we just can't forget
You're falling out of bed all disheveled
As you reach for your first cigarette
You remind me of long lost visions
You remind me of terrible times
You remind me of lost supervision
Of endless nights and hopeless crimes
Chorus:
Lay day dee, Lay day day day day
Lay day dee, Lay day day day day
Lay day day day, Lay day day day day
Day, day, day, day. Lay day, day, day, day
But we're too wide eyed and wasted
And we're just trying to get by
What's another ode to our love dear
When we know it's just a terrible lie
And of all the bars in this town
You just had to crawl into mine
So take another drag of your Winston
And help me drink away time
Hey, Hey
A grifter's life is a lone one
False promises and shattered dreams
You know, there's too many tall tales of romance
You know there's too many bags full of schemes
Yeah, and people like us stick together
People like us never part
We're just trying hard to fill in them spaces
of the cracks where there used to be heart
Chorus
And you never do pass judgement
And I'd laugh at you if you tried
You don't even question my motives
And you don't mess with my slow suicide
And of all the gutters in this town
You just had to fall into mine
Well, let's lay here and look at the stars dear
'Til tomorrow, or 'til the end of time.
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7. |
Careless Maria
03:14
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Maria, careless Maria
My heart's a prisoner in your hand
Maria, careless Maria
You never let me know, where I stand
You tell me I'm the one,
then say that it's all done
You throw me to the dogs
of my darkest fears
Maria, can't you see
This tug-of-war will kill me
Then who'll be left
To promise you the world
Chorus:
You run your fingers, gently through my hair
Then you pretend that I'm not there
When I get down on my knees and pledge my love
You just throw back your head and you laugh at me
I said your eyes cut like little knives
Made from pure black pearl
Maria, careless Maria
My heart's a prisoner in your hand
Maria, careless Maria
You never let me know, where I stand
You turn me out and then
Reel me in again
You make me dizzy
With your ever-changing moods
You say "hold on"
So I hold on
I've been holding so long
I just can't recal
Chorus
Your eyes cut like little knives
Made from pure black pearl
I said your eyes cut like little knives
Made from pure black pearl
So open up hand
Open up your heart
And let mine go!
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8. |
Not Tonight
03:51
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Well I know I've walked this road before
I've seen the cans and the garbage and the possums
Not long ago, not long ago
But it doesn't really matter where I'm at
Just as long as I'm at where you're not at
For sure and that's for sure
But I can't change who I am tonight
And all those things you said,
Well, honey, that ain't alright
And I don't wanna go to another cocktail lounge
And listen to the hens all cluck around
Anymore, not no more
And I don't wanna watch another TV show
About rich women and their useless woes
They're all whores, they're attention whores
But I can't change who you are tonight
And, honey, even if I could
Well, honey, that ain't alright
But I'm not trying to say I don't love you girl
To tell the truth, you're my whole wide world
You're my whole wide world, you're my only girl
It's just that times like this, we hit a wall
And I don't wanna talk about that hole in the hall
Anymore, not no more
I guess i wanna change something tonight
But I'm too drunk and mad to get it right
So I give into my caveman again
And I sneak into the guest bed, after ten.
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Jalisco Serenade
05:12
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It was a summer fiesta
On a night drunk with stars
Dancing and drinking in run down cantinas
And dead-end bars
Plugging the jukebox for hour after hour
Screaming the chorus and attempting
A barracho two-step
Dust roads and garbage
I got feral cat blues
Long nights, tequila
And scratching at worn-out tattoos
These are the marks that we gave to ourselves
To remind us, they're our road map
Right back to Jalisco
Chorus
Tuba percolations blast into the night
And accordions push out the tune
These are the sounds, of Jalisco in June
And these our your streets
And you'll be seeing them soon.
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10. |
Death of the Inferno
05:48
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Well my lover she has kisses of brine
To me it tastes just like wine
On land there's a rope, awaiting my throat
And a box that's made out of pine
We were murderers, pirates and thieves
We did things that you wouldn't believe
Under the stars, with shirts made of scars
And no mothers or lovers to grieve
And the wind it whistles and raves
Yes the water will soon be our grave
But the hull was split was split wide
As the Inferno died
And slipped between the waves
And I'm sailing on an ocean of blood
And my canteen is all filled with mud
And I'm chained to the hull
And I'm out of my skull
And I'm waiting for the bilges to flood
And the jailer will never catch me
'Cause the ocean, she's cut me free
Well we're all quite at home
With our piano of bone
Waltzing beneath the sea
Chorus:
Oh boys, here's one for the ladies back home
Tell them we'll no longer roam
And yes boys, let's take our poor souls down below
And at least we won't do it alone
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The Bad Things Seattle, Washington
In 2002. The Bad Things were formed out of the ashes of A Midnite Choir, a cult favorite in the, then burgeoning, Seattle cabaret scene. The Bad Things quickly gained a reputation for “drunken debauchery” and “feverish dancing” at their live shows, and their theatrical aesthetic sealed their reputation as Seattle’s premier “Junkyard Cabaret” band. ... more
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