1. |
Water On Mars
03:29
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I’ve got the key to my head in my lungs
Tongue keeps rolling around in my mouth
Out I walk through the park in the light
Darkness circles around on the grass
That’s how everything seems
When you dream of sweet wonderful things
And the smells…
Should I sell?
(don’t sell it, no don’t sell it)
My mind’s a spigot and I’m starting to dig it
I’ve got buckets of time in my hands
Am I spilling them right, I don’t know
It’s too early to tell, should I sell?
Or save some for myself, well
You know I don’t need money for much
Should I sell?
(don’t sell it, no don’t sell it)
My mind’s a spigot and I’m starting to dig it
I’ve got buckets of time in my hands
Am I spilling them right, I don’t know
It’s too early to tell, should I sell?
Or save life for myself, well
I just don’t know
Can't you show
Me where to go
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2. |
Feels Alright
03:57
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It don’t look good, standing in a nuclear breeze
The Earth at a cool negative ten degrees
But I feel alright
I still have my electric light
Though I can’t breathe the air outside
Oh, it don’t look good but it feels alright
Oh, it don’t look good but it feels alright
They say Jesus saves, sorry people crying in their graves
I sure hope he don’t forget about me
But still I don’t mind
Taking my sweet time dying
Cause Earth ain’t such a bad place to be
Oh, it don’t look good but it feels alright
Oh, it don’t look good but it feels alright
Like a friend’s death on a starry night
Yeah, you know it’s alright
I’m gonna try, to break the cycle if I can
If it’s my last act in this whole life
I’m not gonna cry
Or hide my face behind my hands
I wanna die with an open soul
Oh, it don’t look good but it feels alright
Oh, it don’t look good but it feels alright
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3. |
Chevrolet Van
04:18
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Got some free advice the other day
From an older relative of mine
He said, I dig what you do
But I think you’re wasting your time
Cause driving around, getting drunk with your friends in a van every night
Sounds like a lotta fun, but you need a plan B, cause it ain’t gonna last long past twenty one
You’ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You’re gonna wake up someday
And you’ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Driving up and down the freeway
Someday when you’re too old to play
Yeah, you’ll wish you got a job
I bummed a cigarette from a guy in Manhattan last week
I told him politely, thank you
Then with this hollowed out look, he turned to me and said
You know for twenty five years I’ve been a banker
In all my many years of life, I suddenly feel obliged to impart to you one free piece of advice
You must invest in your future, I said thanks for the cigarette but I think I know the rest
(Or) You’ll never make enough money
And no one cares about the things you say
You’re gonna wake up someday
And you’ll wish you got a job
Spend half your life in that Chevrolet
Driving up and down the freeway
Someday when you’re too old to play
Yeah, you’ll wish you got a job
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4. |
Paper Trail (Money)
03:56
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I’m looking out on my own
I’ve been working from home
There goes Johnny, he’s only got me til ten
So if you’ve got the money
You can pick me up then
Gotta keep your eyes wide
Crossing central park at night
Eyes wide open and your head held high
I’m looking out on my own
I’ve been working from home
You know Cindy just called me on my cell phone
Said if you’ve got the money
You ain’t got to sleep alone
Gotta keep your eyes wide
Crossing central park at night
Eyes wide open and your head held high
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5. |
War is Coming
03:11
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War is coming, gunning for your son
War is coming, gunning for your soul
Stepped into the TV room
Through a shadow hot and green
To my surprise I saw two dead eyes
Staring right back through the screen
War is coming, gunning for your son
War is coming, gunning for your soul
Read Sun Tzu and got two tattoos
To represent my choice in fate
Even now every time I salute
My right hand reads, simply, hate
War is coming, gunning for your son
War is coming, gunning for your soul
I was just a farmer once
With my wants tied to my needs
Living off of the fat of the land
And doing whatever I pleased
Got my ticket mailed into town
Shipped down to New Orleans
My brother called me on the telephone
Said man kill you some Viet commies
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6. |
Records
03:31
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I’m back in the used section
Back browsing through old rejections
While you’re somewhere playing someone new
That’s alright, I never really needed you
I don’t need your love
I just need my records
I don’t need your love (baby)
I just need my records
I’m jiving in my own groove now
I’m driving, free to move now
Cause I don’t need your affection
All I need is my bootleg collection
I don’t need your love
I just need my records
I don’t need your love (baby)
I just need my records
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7. |
Live Like Me
03:43
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You took off, you left and you spent my rent
Just one drink, that’s all it took and now I’m spent
You’re running ‘round with a guy who wears a suit and tie
I’m just sitting and drinking and wondering why
You’ve been running all over town
You’ve been messing, messing around
I said why? (why)
Can’t you live like me (can’t you live like me)
I said why? (why)
Can’t you dig my scene (can’t you dig my scene)
Yeah, you’re cheating, you’re lying keeping me up nights
I can hear you through the floor, yeah, he don’t walk light
I’m waking up all the time to an empty bed
Now I hit the road, you done gone shaved your head
You’ve been running all over town
You’ve been messing, messing around
I said why? (why)
Can’t you live like me (can’t you live like me)
I said why? (why)
Can’t you dig my scene (can’t you dig my scene)
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8. |
Gringo Che
03:46
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Here’s the tale of Gringo Che
Another pig dead in the bay
Gringo Che, guerilla’s gun
Shining in the sun
Comandante, where ya going?
Without your pen and silver spoon
The army’s coming for ya, son
Better cross the river soon
A rising hum enters the scene
Bullets cut through bleeding boots
There goes your chosen Argentine
Follow him, he calls to you
…down the ravine look there he goes
…follow him where he goes
Gringo Che in the afternoon
Hangs low in the bushy pines
Whistling comandante’s tune
From a far off distant time
In the air, you can hear it come
The big red one
Get it done, get it done
It’s the return of the chosen ones
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9. |
Wild Coyote
04:04
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Coyote
That’s what they call me
And say inhumane
Is that what I’ll be
I’ll be a death without a tombstone
A silhouette, without a shadow
Met the kid in Frisco
Cisco was his name
He said, I try to get stoned
So I can go insane
Well, I do the same
Hey there kid, dame tu nombre
I told him, I don’t know but…
Coyote
That’s what they call me
And say inhumane
Is that what I’ll be
I’ll be a man, without a real home
A piece of ham, cut off a dry bone
Met the kid in Frisco
Cisco was his name
He said, I try to get stoned
So I can go insane
Well, I do the same
Hey there kid, dame tu nombre
I told him, I don’t know but…
Coyote was a good man riding through the badlands
Riding miles and miles of red desert sand
Coyote was a good man in the bad bad hands
Of a God who doesn’t care, and doesn’t understand
What it is to be a man
Coyote
That’s what they call me
And say inhumane
Is that what I’ll be
I’ll be a sad, lonely rider
I’ve got no friends, no one to deride
Met the kid in Frisco
Cisco was his name
He said, I try to get stoned
So I can go insane
Well, I do the same
Hey there kid, dame tu nombre
I told him, I don’t know but…
Wild coyote
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10. |
Astral Man
05:34
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Astral man, silver can
Can you hear the siren’s song
Beckon you, in through dimensions one and two
Flat expanse, empty void
Drop your dreams in to my cup
We’re coming up…
Did you see (where?) through the door
Under million mile space
See your face, staring back into the ship
This is it, through the loop
Space cadet you’ve flow the coop
Going rogue…
All the blackness, of the void
Left you scared and paranoid
Then breaking through...
The Light of God cut right through you
Through the moon, past the stars
Children of Initial Sounds
Bring him down…
(Five, four, three, two…)
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11. |
Charlie's Sheep
04:02
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