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Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
Raining hail, born to fail.
Nobody come for to go my bail.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Well I shot one man on the county line.
Took his dime and I blew his mind.
Now I'm just sittin' here doin' time.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Well a restless wind is whistling through the windows in my head,
through all the scrapes that I've survived.
And in my hour of darkness I keep counsel with the dead,
just enough to remind me I'm alive.
Well I write to the governor for to hear my plea
but he don't even answer me.
The judge said he's gonna set my spirit free.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Gavel fell, he chose the day,
Lyricscattle tie, thirteenth of May.
But I don't plan to go that way.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.
And that's twenty-one fell by my gun, oh, they all fell the same.
Just need one more to match my age.
Then I'll count my killin' done. but I won't deny my name:
Quickest wrist of chaparral and sage.
Now desperate times call for desperate men,
I'm just a kid but I'll pretend my time will come but until then,
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Well I see that gallows altar, that circle 'round the Sun.
They're gonna hang me if I stay here, and shoot me if I run.
That jailer better watch his pride
or off my wrists these shackles slide.
Hear my restless fourty-five.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
Goodnight my Anda-Lucia.
Don't buy all the lies that they feed ya.
And though you're heading slowly to some place I can't respect,
I'll keep you in my collection of regrets.
And down the highway, down the road, to infamy I'll ride.
I'll take my pardon on the run,
with a trail of death behind me and Deluvina at my side,
two silhouettes against the Sun.
Well I spent last night in Las Cruces Jail.
Raining hail, born to Fail.
Nobody come for to go my bail.
Sun, don't you rise no more.
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You might have seen me 'neath the pool hall lights.
Well baby I go back each night.
If you got a throat I got a knife.
Steady rollin', I keep goin'.
Well I come from the old time baby,
too late for you to save me.
If I remain then I'm to blame.
But if you should ever need me,
I'll go where'er you lead me.
It's all the same, the same old game.
I don't mind how quick the seasons change.
You know to me they's every one the same.
The sweetest sunshine drips the drain.
Death's comin', I'm still runnin'.
Well I come from the old time baby,
too late for you to save me.
If I remain then I'm to blame.
But if you should ever need me,
LyricsI'll go where'er you lead me.
It's all the same, the same old game.
My lovin' lady she's a ball and chain.
I still can travel but my speed has changed.
I bring the money, I take the blame.
Steady rollin', I keep goin'.
But I shot my wife today,
dropped her body in the Frisco bay.
I had no choice it was the only way.
Death's comin', I'm still runnin'.
Well I come from the old time baby,
too late for you to save me.
If I remain then I'm to blame.
But if you should ever need me,
I'll go where'er you lead me.
It's all the same, the same old game.
Out waltzin' with the Holy Ghost,
from the Bowery to the Barbary Coast.
The land I'm from you know I love the most.
Steady rollin', I keep goin'.
And everyday is just another town.
The more I search you know the less I've found.
Me, I'm a sucker, just a slave to sound.
Death's comin', I'm still runnin'.
Well I come from the old town baby,
where all the kids are crazy.
If I remain then I'm to blame.
But if you should ever need me,
I'll go where'er you lead me.
It's all the same, the same old game.
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And I’m a go make my bed
Tuck in the other side
These confessions are mine
But I’ll not claim a word
This restless parade
Yes I watched it go by
Through the cracks in my palm
Seen them all gone
Some sequence of lives
Well she calls out alone
With the pain in her voice
It’s the wound of betrayal
It’s the weapon of choice
Left her heart on display
Though that she’ll deny
Two tattoos of skin
One of ice one of tin
For the days have gone by
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But I ain’t one to reminisce
But close my heart and clench my fists
Now the days swiftly pass
With the chest full of fear
Here the minutes are hours
But the moments are years
And old acquaintances passed
In trios, in pairs
And if they stay or they go
One struggles to know
One struggles to care
But out beyond the Ten Tree walls
The wind blows hard the highway crawls
And if you should pass the James Hotel
Please stop in for I knew you well
But that was oh so long ago
And I never learned how to let go
But when you fear your own faults
And you’re sick of this life
When you’re reckless of hand
And trembling the knife
And all your doors prefer locks
And your death prefers spoons
Why wouldn’t you wait one last laugh at fate
Forever’s too soon
But across the field death bell knells
Listen close hear the toll tell
To run and tell my darling true
My breath is short
My days are few
So please come down
And take my hand
My last demand
And lead me to some slender rest
And please dismiss what I confess
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Well, the summer day make a white man lazy
Well, all I've ever known is poor
Owe my skin to the country store
Throw my walls, my roof, my door
But he tells me I'm free
But I fight the will to live
Hell might take but heaven gives
It's the only one so I'll forgive
And Im not the one to grieve
And the summer day make a white man lazy
He sits on his porch killing time
I gotta work to feed my wife and baby
I work so god damn hard that it's a crime
Well, I went down to the polling place
The white men there just laughed in my face
Saying boy, this aint no nigger's race
You best get on your way
Sir, I believe I've got the right
LyricsSaid you aint got nothing if you aint white
And I thought I said get out of site
Well, what was I to say?
And the summer day make a white man lazy
He sits on his porch killing time
I gotta work to feed my wife and baby
I work so god damn hard that it's a crime
When I was 'bout the age of five
Watched my daddy burned alive
They cut him low and they hung him high
Swayin' in the breeze
The last words I heard him say
Before they stole his life that day
Was forgive them lord, they gone astray
Now take me to my knees
And the summer day make a white man lazy
He sits on his porch killing time
But the summer day make a nigger feel crazy
Might make me do something out of line
Well, I dont know but I heard tell
Of a fungus below a place called hell
And who would catch me if I fell?
Who would pray for me?
But one thing I see for sure
It's hot as hell up here I know
And the devil lives right down the road
It's all the same to me
And a summer day make a white man feel lazy
He sits on his porch killing time
But the summer day make a nigger feel crazy
Might make me do something out of line
But if you should see my wife
Tell her that I wont be home tonight
So dont leave on the light
I got a little buisness down the road
And If I'm dead by sunrise
Kiss my baby girl for me
It aint life if it aint free
I got a mighty buggin' to one love
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Well, I've been a disclaimer for twenty-four years
Poor mother drowned in a pillow of tears
Im well known in story, famous in song
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
The black sheep, the blemish, the one who went wrong
My crime is discomfort, my mind ill at ease
They'll grow on my shoulder, my favorite disease
My siblings, my rivals might tend to my wake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
Grieve me not brothers, I was mother's mistake
And all the grand expectations of an epic of wealth
Leave me long to crawl back to the womb
Well, I've tasted your grace, placed it back on the shelf
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Drag your pedigree wives to your tomb
Well, I came from this city, a victim of peace
But I've grown far too filthy to attend to the feast
So I take to the hills to live savage and free
I dont need nobody, nobody needs me
I dont need nobody, nobody needs me
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Gather ‘round you wounded people; shadows fall upon the steeple. Soon shall come the closing of, the closing of the gates. For there is word of plague among us. Curse the one whose poison stung us. All along they alleyways the satyrs wait their fate. But who’s to blame when all are guilty; morals stained and conscience filthy, abreast your idol replicas, your replicas of lust. In the sky i hear the threshing. Dare to watch your lord undressing. While you beg forgiveness you feed on his disgust. But if perhaps the salt might stain your skin, and if perhaps the smoke might weep your eyes, listen while the threnodies begin. Know no one in here gets out alive. But let your frailty not deceive you; a little pinprick, rest relieves you, and dream of all the days that are, the years that are to come. For you will dance and you’ll be nimble_pirouettes upon a thimble_and i will be beside you lest i lose you once again. But if perhaps my sorrows are all show and i should find a crack among the gates, guilt shall follow me where ever i go. Though i try i know i cant escape. And when you’re gone the earth will crumble. I will try but i will stumble and all through these city streets my robes shall drag the ground. Hear the children swing with sorrow. Yesterday was once tomorrow. No more i’ll be troubled by the troubles of this world. But if i lose my step along the way, and if the speech of victim fills my throat, out beyond the cliffs that shape the day. It’s there i’ll wander, there i’ll stray. It’s there i’ll look for you when all my trials are done. I feign to sleep to save my breath. This love is loss this life is theft, and all that’s left is some vain need to carry on. And though i fear the tightening of the skies, against the dawn i’ll watch you rise. Oh lord, the company i keep within my head. The scent of flesh might tease the nose. It claims the calm it clings the clothes. Could that be you my love, your dust upon the wind?
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Cops and junkies hurl their sophistries. A.d.h.d. hail cacophony. Try not hard to shake this off of me. Howl you fools, its all for naught. But on 16th st. We wait for holiness. Vaccinate ourselves from loneliness. Masquerade through homes of homelessness. And oh i hope we’ll not get over this. Hear the now is now upon us. Everyone must share this onus. Ancients have no more to lone us. All our debts unpaid. On 16th st. We rise in numbers once a name now just a number. Scream for all the unsaid, unheard prisoners on parade. Sweet dolores mi mamasita. Seems each day i still remeetya. Disculpame mi pobrecita. Guess i left things incomplete. But all this noise will soon be over so drink until you’re halfway sober. Red rover’s already over but the last thing that we need is closure. Now it’s time for us to swallow all this loss until tomorrow. Payback all the time we’ve borrowed. Anger well displayed. On 16th st. We fall in numbers no one questions. No one wonders. Scream for all the unsaid, unheard hoodlums on parade.
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Oh when the summer sun come cutting
Like a clean razor blade
And I wake to the day and all the visions I've made
Reached out my hand for the curl of her hair
And whisper my dreams to the girl who's not there
Gather some memory from the night before
Where'd she go? she go, where'd she go?
Screaming of threats and slam of a door
Well I don't know, don't know, don't know
So I look to the window and the city below
From this bed of mine
Where I eat sweet jelly rolls
Think I'll put on my face
I'd like to fix me a drink
'Cause somewhere someone knows just what I think
Last night's but a question that hangs likes a noose
'Round my throat, my throat
Surely tonight, I'll invite its abuse
LyricsWell there's no hope, no hope, no hope
Goodness me, oh my
Oh my god, I still might be fine
Get through all the pains I fake
Poor boy could use a break
A break from my own daily hate, oh
"Pain is something no one else knows"
That's what I hear them say
But everyone bereaves the day
I said weary weary walk away
So I take to the streets like the dead to the grave
You light me a smoke because it's right to behave
And I'm all juiced up all morning because is when
Heros stand tall in the statues of men
And all the pigeons adore me and peck at my feet
Oh the fame, the fame, the fame
Someday they may use my head as a seat
Well I can't wait, can't wait, can't wait
Goodness me, oh my
Oh my god, I still might get by
Get through all the pains I fake
Poor boy could use a break
A break from my own daily hate, oh
"Pain is something no one else knows"
That's what I hear them say
But everyone bereaves the day
I said weary weary walk away
When I die alone bury me deep
Way out west past Sunset Street
So I can hear old 29 when she goes rollin' by
And when they come to claim my skin
And I go back where I begin
Place the stones at my head and feet
Tell them all I've gone to sleep
And as the city unravels her metal bedroll
I dirty her sheets with the stumble I stroll
And the people all stop just to watch me go by
With a thirst in my throat and a tear in my eye
So riddle me this while I lend you my soul in a song, in a song, a song
And balance the sky on these shoulders of mine
Until the dawn, the dawn, the dawn
Goodness me, oh my
Oh my god, I still might get by
Get through all the pains I fake
Poor boy could use a break
A break from my own daily hate, oh
"Pain is something no one else knows"
That's what I hear them say
But everyone bereaves the day
I said weary weary walk away
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Pray betray the deceased,
such an infamous freedom, such a militant peace.
How dare they distrust, do they know who we are?
And Your progeny's brave,
their tract houses waiting, pre-plucked and pre-paved:
To the ends of the Earth, wife, kids and a car.
But oh no, no, I see them falling.
Let's all pray for rain, Let's all pray for rain.
And all your children are reared by panic and fear.
But what when all your fields are rotten,
your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
And your word is yet done: Inbreed us 'till we're all the same.
And Your collection of tongues,
you keep framed in your parlour, with your bibles and guns,
the fetus of Christ with a fistful of scars.
And your vision is clear,
while you blind your own kind in a curtain of fear,
your words twisted skywards distracted by stars.
LyricsBut oh, no, no, the sky is falling.
Let's all pray for rain, Let's all pray for rain.
And you pour out your prayers and weep 'cuase you care.
But what when all your fields are rotten,
your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
And you hide the dead while my friends head to die in your name.
And This playground is yours
spoke God when you met, behind closed doors.
Gesture your hand and the pawns shall subside
And though you play alone,
you never get lonely, you never get bored.
Who needs a friend when God's on your side?
But oh, no, no, I see them falling.
Let's all pray for rain, Let's all pray for rain.
And even I can't pretend we're not near the end.
But what when all your fields are rotten,
your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
When your days are done, I hope you've had fun with your game.
And you accepted as fact:
Behold a white horse, with you on it's back,
a bow in your hand, a crown through your hair.
And the oceans shall rise
and slap on the shores of mountainsides.
Great waves of progress shall wet the air.
But oh, no, no, the sky is falling.
Let's all pray for rain, Let's all pray for rain.
And you fools in the back with your heads in your hats,
What when all your fields are rotten,
your waves of grain, amber waves of grain?
And my words won't be done, they'll never be done 'till the end.
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