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Bad Solution
03:26
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Well I, am cursed to the sea
Nothing's gonna stop me
Well I, you know I'm livin' off the land
Nothing's gonna stop me
I gotta bad solution
Yeah I, you know I'm living off the land
Come on baby take my hand
Well I, you know I'm flying on a plane
And I ain't comin' down 'till the heavens they rain
I gotta bad solution
Yeah I got a bad solution
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One Night Stand
03:58
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I met her down, met her down in old Amsterdam
She was crawlin' to the bar, I was already livin' there
I said I love you, I love everything that you say
Well there's one strange thing, I'll never understand
She solves all her problems with a one night stand
Met her bones, broken by the rain
She said come sunrise, it's gonna pour again
And I love you, I love everything that you say
Well there's one strange thing, I'll never understand
She solves all her problems with a one night stand
We've been down, for being strange in the passengers eye
But in the end, we'll sell our little demons for the piece of the sky
And I love you, I love everything that you say
Well there's one strange thing, I'll never understand
She solves all her problems with a one night stand
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3. |
On the Gas Line
03:58
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Shake down Sunday sayin’ how do you do
The gas lines leaking like a body’s been used
Ah nothing’s ever clearer than the moon in your eyes
With those oceans stars you know you never mind dying
Still you feel your mind chasing your feet getting cold
Your shoes are leaving heaters at the edge of your door
Yeah you’re always leaving heaters at the edge of your door
Concrete line down to New Orleans
Twenty two dollars to show
I’m gonna get saved in the devils arms she’s saying
All the things that god don’t know
Crying out mercy man there’s sweat on my chin
And there’s no sense laughing at the shape that you’re in
On a tall black tree you’re hands gripping the sides
And you’re thinking of me on that big gas line
Well the man says son did you come here alone
Do you smell something living in the air by the phone
Still you’re there praying on that gas line
Hoping somebody’s got you on their better side
What if nobody’s got you on their better side
Concrete line down to New Orleans
Twenty two dollars to show
I’m gonna get saved in the devils arms she’s saying
All the things that god don’t know
Well he’s asking me questions like where’s my mind
Do I have a better way, can I speak out of line
Son ain’t you seen something burnin’ in those tress
I said you can’t start a fire from a soul on the street
Now you’ll always have something to say or prove
With a gas line leaking at the heel of your boot
And you’re always burning something
When there’s nothing left to lose
Concrete line down to New Orleans
Twenty two dollars to show
I’m gonna get saved in the devils arms she’s saying
All the things that god don’t know
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Chances On You
04:22
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Macau is made in wonder and a money love disease
Two types of tongue on dollar coins
Yeah you know it must be the sign of a war
I downed a pint of whiskey just to get some sleep
There were stains on the sheets
From the women beggin' money at my door
Well all of my luck, is saved in a cup
And now I'm wasting all my chances on you
Well ya see the TECO man, fix ya for your needs
Little did I know that he was living on his high horse and doing time
Now Hong Kong harbour ladies never shuffle their feet
When all you want is labour to keep from knocking at your door
Well all of my luck, is saved in a cup
And now I'm wasting all my chances on you
Yeah we're blinded over by the quickness of this spell
You trade in your existence for the crown on your head
That's made out of smoke
Still you check your funds for something
You know there's nothing there
They call him king of nothing always rolling, ever moving, never there
Well all of my luck, is saved in a cup
And now I'm wasting all my chances on you
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5. |
Train Song
04:31
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I’m locomotive, on a, salty bridge
It’s a cracked white window pane that, keeps my head hid
Wasting for nothing, on a, big old train
And the barmaids eyes are leaking wrongs and horrors
From the last, small, steel town, man you know we’ve been down
Dead souls rising on the misty moon
Well she grabbed my hands, blinked my eyes
The room turned around expecting nothing but lies
Well there’s just three things that you never do riding on a train
I’ve been thinking, I still like driving
It’s the lost skin, warm hearted, burning pain, that makes you want it
Wishing for living, on a, big old train
And I walked three aisles to the corner of the car and said
Listen over here, I got something to say
But when the folks turned over I was barely alive
Thinking to myself I know nothing but lies
So I held my head, fell to the floor
Well there’s just three things that you never do riding on a train
Lost in something, but grinding rail
Gonna find me a mailbox southbound and breathe some air
Living for living, on this, big old train
But she aches my bones on another southern side blues mamma
With the bends from the rolling eye motion
Running harder and faster from the
Month down payments and the
Little line statements, all the beggars and thieves saying
Something’s going wrong with my eye dilation
And all the big eyed boys are wearing money like a mask
But I never said nothing to the man in the hat
I was shuffling cards when he made his attack
He said
Son you know I used to be living like you
Running to the devil with another kind of truth
When my feet grew old and my heart grew weak
I turned to the lord and made my lonely retreat
And because I see myself in the shining of your face
I wanna give you something that will help you start to elate
Well he grabbed my neck and we fell to the floor
There’s just three things that you never do riding on a train.
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1973
03:14
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Well a man with a hoof, he's just cloppin' around
The skin on his foot never heals
Thirty-three inches of fish-hook flesh
This carnival is real and it's for you
Well these bad kind of blues
Yeah the year is '49 or is it something more free
My god you know it feels like 1973
There's a whiskey glass hangin' from each of our eyes
The lord says put em down, put em down, put em down
The devil don't say put em down and as for you
Well these are bad kind of blues
Yeah the year is '49 or is it something more free
My god you know it feels like 1973
Well I say to the girl with the wandering eye
I really don't mind this place
With blood dripping down from the snake in her mouth she says
Boy you like living this way
I say I do
I love those bad kind of blues
Yeah the year is '49 or is it something more free
My god you know it feels like 1973
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Bird on a Wire
04:10
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Well I know nothing's changing like a bird on a wire
Seven days sleeping just to wait out a fire
And you say one thing when moving from sleep
I'm on my own legs, I'm your only
We'll meet beside the mouth of a river I've seen
Let's stand inside the waking of a slow desert dream
When you start to find the cure you know they change the disease
I'm on my own legs, I'm your only
Well you say to me
And I say to you
Leave me if I'm standing like a fool
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8. |
Am I Wrong
03:28
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The sun won't shine
Baby am I wrong
Next time I'm gonna get it right
Baby am I strong
The sun will never shine another day
I'm fading away
And I think you can see
That there ain't too much good lovin' left in me
I'm gonna do
What I should of done
A long time
A long time ago
I'm gonna run
I'm gonna run
I'm gonna run, run, run just as far as I can
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Bending to the Devil
04:34
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Lord Lord
Your Lord he's got lies
Lord Lord
Well he's been meeting with the devil and I
He said he's sorry
He told me a thousand times
He said he's sorry
For meeting with the devil and I
Bending to the devil baby
Well don't you try to change me
Something's gonna get ya in time
Said don't try to change me
Well we've been bending to the devil in time
Bending to the devil this time
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10. |
Kenting Sunset
12:52
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She started walking the day she turned nine
It took a little long but now she feels more alive
She knows it's just her family bones
We fell on providence and each broke a leg
It's a humble dark alley for a man with a cane
We know he walks here alone
Well it's not the right time, but the sun's going down
He's got a girl, mostly chinese
There's a lot of little things, she's starting to see
And he knows, it's turning her off
I got some friends, thinking of me
We're never burning something
We're just trying to be on our own
And it's turning them off
Well it's not the right time, but the sun's going down
Somebody said the fight would end soon
And we could all move home and see Devendra the fool
But we know, we got nowhere to go
Well it's not the right time, but the sun's going down
Yeah it's not the right time, cause the sun's going down
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Rising Hedons are a Psychedelic Folk Trio from Southern Ontario, Canada.
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