1. |
Famous Blue Raincoat
04:12
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2. |
No Need
03:56
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i don’t need no body
telling me when to come home
motioning me off the phone
i don’t need no body
yanking me out of bed
breaking my heart and head
and i don’t need no body at all
Cause I’ll never know you more than i do now.
And you never took to knowin me anyhow.
And I aint trying to make up for lost time
Just a trying to get back what i lost and
it was mine.
i don’t need no body
telling me when to come home
motioning me off the phone
i don’t need no body
yanking me out of bed
breaking my heart and head
and i don’t need no body at all
I’ll never know how how bad you fucked with me
damaged my psychology.
Cause I can still hear them,
ya drownin’ the dogs, they’d cry
i’m drenched in adrenaline, water’s full of piss and fight.
i don’t need no body
telling me when to come home
motioning me off the phone
i don’t need no body
yanking me out of bed
breaking my heart and head
and i don’t need no body at all
But I’d like to thank you for making me a rock
too heavy can’t pick me up, but i that can’t be dropped.
No one could ever touch me evil as you did.
So I know no one can ever hurt me again.
i don’t need no body
checking up on me
listing off the shit that sucks about me
i don’t need no body
yanking me out of bed
rationing my bread
i don’t need no body
questioning my phone
“why’d it take you so long to get home?”
no i don’t even need no body at all
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3. |
Fly Away...a hymn.
01:09
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4. |
Bernardo
02:42
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I got a little peace of mind in my mexican friend
he looks at life like I do.
We get to talk in broken english
throw in a little spanish
i’m learning lots of stuff
and he learning stuff too
bernardo my little mexican friend
COULD just talk all day with you!
he got a little nino he calls everyday round 3
talking on the payphone, i hear him say
porque mama porque?
bernardo bernardo que paso bernado
bernado mucho ocupado bernardo
and all those things they’d say
gave you a bad name
they say bernardo liked to beat his wife
yeah they had a couple a fuerte fights
so they kicked back to mexico
cost a thousand bucks to get him home
he hopped the border riding under a bus
but bernardo he never make a fuss
so goddamn
so goddamn happy just to have ‘em back with us
oh bernardo, my little mexican friend
feliz que nos regresas
bernado bernado donde fuiste bernardo
bernardo bernardo porque triste, bernardo
and all those things they’d say
went away.
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5. |
Nothing Fluctuates
03:44
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When you find out where you’re going, find out how long it takes.
When you find yourself sitting in a moment, your moment goes away.
And it doesn’t change, nothing fluctuates.
But you ain’t gotta be a man to have what it takes.
‘Cause the price you’ll pay, it’s hard to earn like gold.
And you can go and change your name, but you’ll always
know.
Take a listen to the freeway, lives a-whizzin’ by.
Everybody’s got a destination and reasons to lie.
Nothing stays the same, and then you speculate.
If you point your finger at the man, you’ll be the one they blame.
‘Cause the price you’ll pay, it’s hard to earn like gold.
And you can go and change your name, but you’ll always know.
You should be looking for the exit, the best bet to get out.
Your roof is on fire, but you stay drowning on the couch.
And it doesn’t change, nothing fluctuates.
But you ain’t gotta be a man to have what it takes.
‘Cause the price you’ll pay, it’s hard to earn like gold.
And you can go and change your name, but you’ll always know.
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6. |
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My girl, my girl, don't cry.
And don't get offended, cause they all lie.
You're flaunting your stuff, trying to impress someone,
when they don't even know what it is that they want.
Oh you're so dumbfounded by all their hoes and tricks.
But trust me you don't want to be no body's bitch.
When they ain't nothing but human beings with dicks.
But they're glorified in your minds and that ain't right.
They were never no better than you.
You're qualified to decide how worthy you are,
but don't let them decide for you.
My girl, my girl, if he's bored.
Then you sure as hell shouldn't give him what he don't deserve.
And if he ain't satisfied with what you came here for,
you better stand up and kick his ol' ass out the door.
Cause you ain't ever going to be happy if you're worried about someone else.
Get your shit, take care of number one and give your life to yourself.
But they're glorified in your minds and that ain't right.
They were never no better than you.
You're qualified to decide how worthy you are,
but don't let them decide for you.
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7. |
Anthem of an Immigrant
02:58
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Brown tan tough skin, your own madre hates your kin
for celebrating like the white kids on the 4th of July.
And you skip to the 3rd verse, to the line where it hurts the worst.
Climbling into you your desert hearse, digging under that border fence.
Cause you don't need no body else while you're back packing
trekking yourself!
Put your good feelings back on the shelf
and save them for your rainy days in hell.
Feeling lazy.
Now a Harlem baby, she's picking uptown daisies on Third.
It ain't hard to catch a drift, we already dried up this shit.
There's too much too reminisce, and I don't want to touch it now.
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8. |
Lonesome Days of Summer
02:26
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Lonesome are the days of summer when everybody's out walking.
You got nowhere to go, sitting indoors, having a smoke and just watching.
But when it's cold out and everybody's inside. And you don't have to see the love that they have so cruel in front of your eyes.
Heavy are the days of summer when you're stuck way back in the fall. And I'm still drunk on apple cider and rum, a broken shoulder eroding my heart.
And I don't know how shit got this way. I could trace the lines from A, B to Y (why), but I don't have all damn day.
Nothing special about the days of summer, 'cause I have no nostalgia with them. But I'm still a prisoner, the heat as its whip. And I'm just waiting for the cold to hit.
And I know that the temperature will change. But I'm so sick of summer dresses and folks holding fucking hands. I want autumn to come.
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9. |
Pretty Fast
02:32
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So you got away with it for awhile.
But you smell like pussy, expensive beer, vomit or bile.
It was the smell of sex you brought back from work,
and I'll admit at first it hurt.
But I moved on pretty fast,
Lord tells me I move on pretty fast.
Found out your little mistress or whatever she is.
And all the time and effort you put into hiding what you did.
Found out the hard way you're just another pig.
I guess you met your quota and I won't forget.
But I moved on pretty fast,
Lord tells me I move on pretty fast.
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