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Stranded
04:01
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Who changed the locks/ On my back door?
I sat on my front porch, babe/ Til a ten past four
Just drinkin’ cold water/ Out’a garden hose
And thinkin’ ‘bout a new man/ Wearin’ my old clothes
Now babe this ain’t nothin’ like a real love song No, this ain’t nothin’ like a walk in the park This is just, this is just like being stranded
In a bad part of town/ After dark
Well I jumped the fence/ And I got my dog
And we made our way/ Through the morning fog
Blocks and blocks and blocks/ we must have walked that day Just searching for a corner/ Where we could stay
And babe this ain’t nothin’ like a real love song No, this ain’t nothin’ like a walk in the park This is just, this is just like being stranded
In a bad part of town/ After dark
I met my friend Jessika Rowe/ About a quarter past two And I said “Hey Deacon, what are you gonna do?”
I said “Girl, do you mind, do you mind if I stay here a while?” Well I just kicked open the door/ And I said with a smile
Babe this ain’t nothin’ like a real love song No, this ain’t nothin’ like a walk in the park This is just, this is just like being stranded In a bad part of town/ After dark
In a bad part of Memphis/ After dark In a bad part of Chicago/ After dark In a bad part of New Orleans
Yeah...
I said yeah... After dark
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Our cabin's so lonesome tonight
The moon is full but it shines no light The nightbird screams this can't be right Why won't they set you/ Free
I rolled out by the county jail
Wish I could go in and post your bail But they'd bust me too and end our tale And they still wouldn't set you/ Free
You're my Bonnie I'm your Clyde
My gat-strapped sexy gangster bride But without you by my side
I just cannot be/ Free
We saw our poster up in town
We drank, we laughed and we shot it down That night my precious queen was crowned Why won't they set you/ Free
Now our wanted poster is on the wall And our guns are rusting in the hall And soon they won't fear us at all They gotta set you/ Free
'Cause you're my Bonnie I'm your Clyde My gat-strapped sexy gangster bride But without you by my side
I just cannot be/ Free
No I won't let them break you My sweet gangster bride
I will not forsake you
We won't be denied
I called the posse tonight we fly
You'll hear our hoofbeats from on high The sheriff and his boys will die
If they don't set you/ Free
Kick in the walls and the guns will blaze I'll lay that whole damn jail to waste And when I finally see your face
I'll never set you/ Free
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Cakalaka
03:19
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Pulled over side o’ road in buttfuck Cakalaka The racist cop says “You a nigga, You a cracka” Spitting ignorance like wads o’ spent tabacka No, you ain’t no small town girl, no no
You loaded up your funky Caddy El Dorado Sold your ass for gas in Boulder, Colorado Traded in your Lees for Gucci and Movado You an L.A. woman now, yeah yeah yeah
And if your town done got you down then turn it around Let your soul lift off the ground
Hell yeah I stole the chorus from Anthony Kiedis
The Peppers say “We’ll always be there if you need us” Funky skankin’ with our stockings on our peters and I’m Sir Psycho Sexy, yeah
From Brian Wilson and the Sixties benediction
To Perry Farrell rocking out with Jane’s Addiction
Add Santeria by Sublime you get the picture man you know Fishbone is red hot, come on!
And if your town done got you down then turn it around Let your soul lift off the ground
Well stop your crying baby girl don’t play the victim
The flowers dying in your bottle ‘cause you picked ‘em
The playground bully pushed you down you shoulda kicked him In the nuts, baby let’s see some guts, come on!
But let it go for now welcome to California
Strip off your drama in the sun and let it warm ya Layin’ in the sand your head upon my shoulder And we’ll never be younger than we are right now
And if your town done got you down then turn it around Let your soul lift off the ground
You say they got you trapped but baby I doubt it There’s one thing that you need to figure out Exactly what you gonna do about it
Don’t let them motherfuckers bring you down
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Time To Leave
03:26
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No one told me that the city lights shine brighter
That the buildings are much taller than the night life scenes are But it’s colder there
These past tenders have showed me what you’ve got
Maybe you’ve got part of me or maybe you’ve got all of me but All in one
If you follow me believe the stories
It’s that the city’s never wrong and we’ll go down in glory Would you still go down?
I’m not ready but it’s time to leave
They, oh they say, We love you but it’s time to leave Oh I, I’m not ready but it’s time to leave
Two years later I’m standing in the snow
Thinkin’ maybe you’ll be waiting there when I get home When we get home
Waitin’ for the bus that brings me back to you
Countin’ out the little things that you always used to do And always knew
If you follow me believe the stories
It’s that the city’s never wrong and we’ll go down in glory Would you still go down?
I’m not ready but it’s time to leave
They, oh they say, We love you but it’s time to leave Oh I, I’m not ready but it’s time to leave
Just relax, try not to let it all pass you by
Know that the people and the faces and the places
Are with you for life
If you follow me believe the stories
It’s that the city’s never wrong and we’ll go down in glory Would you still go down?
So many stories of the places that we’ve been
So many, so many, so many people and so many friends They tell me
I’m not ready but it’s time to leave
They, oh they say, We love you but it’s time to leave Oh I, I’m not ready but it’s time to leave
We love you but it’s time to leave
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Deus Ex Machina
04:42
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They came in Sunday morning/ They came in without warning
They burned it to the ground/ and they bound/ All they found
They came in bearing scripture/ With diagrams and pictures
And they forced us to our knees/ Amid pleas/ and disease
Their stories were outrageous/ Their diseases were contagious
But they swore it was the truth/ Sunk their tooth/ In our youth
Hey won't you pick us up?/ Won't you lead us out? Of this forsaken/ Wilderness
Won't you show us light?/ Won't you show us love? We could believe/ Something like this
Now the only truth before us/ Is the rabble of the chorus
And the clattering of tongues/ Songs in lungs/ Left unsung
And there's nothing in this forest/ But dilettantes and tourists
And the clutter left behind/ We're resigned/ And we're blind
Hey won't you pick us up?/ Won't you lead us out? Of this forsaken/ Wilderness
Won't you show us light?/ Won't you show us love? We could believe/ Something like this
Deus Ex Machina
Now the problem with religion/ Is that people without vision
Fall victim to their greed/ And deceive/ Those they lead
So to all the desperate searchers/ In the temples, the mosques and the churches
I just pray that you find hope/ Just to cope/
Don't shoot dope.
Hey won't you pick them up?/ Won't you lead them out? Of this forsaken/ Wilderness
Won't you show them light?/ Won't you show them love? They could believe/ Something like this
Hey won't you pick me up?/ Won't you lead me out? Of this forsaken/ Wilderness
Won't you show me light?/ Won't you show me love? I could believe/ Something like this
Deus Ex Machina
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