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No Love Here No How
04:15
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Where are you trying to get to boy? Have you somewhere to be?
Cold toes took a leap for the door, bare boned, alone again, begging for the weather wear.
No more he cries! I need a new pair of eyes.
Well, go on. Go and get your self found. You say there's no love here no how?
An old soul like you. You're sure you're not just rotting?
Nodding off with the rising sun.
Where are you when you're not out of sight? Someone should be loving this girl. She deserves the world. Diamonds and pearls.
Just for being alive. Let me dream in those eyes.
Oh me oh my what a mighty lovely mind to find.
You say there's no love here no how? Well did you loose yours to? Far out, calling you out to sea.
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Slander
03:23
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Live your lives out blissfully. Or drop before you here the shot.
What did you make to triumph? What do you demand of a reputation?
We bled our banners and stitched ourselves up enough to march, and gnashed our white caps on the gates till all our hope and all've our footings betrayed.
We cling to honor but need a smile we all can die for. But one still hopeless enough to hope. What do you think he sees behind those eyes?
Now there's a heathen among you who defies his eyes and all he is.
He keeps a word worth gold and never kept you in the dark, but not for free and never without favor until we've got it all out for you.
Don't think him heartless. He's honest to a fault. But he sees only the faces of the cause and not its soldiers. Which one are you?
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Tar Pits
03:32
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Wandering the blacktops and the tribes are rolling easy.
Creatures and gremlins getting cozy in the shadows, all the more, the sun is down and no one could believe your eyes no more.
No one's got a word to say not choked up on giggles chops and splees.
Don't you get wise on me girl. Don't you get wise on me when you ain't see nothing yet. And you ain't going to see it yet...
Cause every time you look around your vision's getting sloppy.
The beast inside you has grown lazy, fat, and friendly.
No need to be vicious rude or cruel no more, so why not bite the hand that you've been begging so long?
So long. Think you've got to kill to live - your soul and his. But no one ever told you...
To keep you sense to yourself. It's not worth: the lies they'll feed to you; the glib disregard and wit; a friendly push off the cliff.
With love in their eyes they'll say to you, "We'll see you down in the tarpits! What a lovely view of us. Won't you stick around and watch this dance run down?"
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4. |
Going To Montana
03:21
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5. |
Stroke By Stroke
02:44
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Stroke by stroke we got here toke by toke. Let our minds melt together and our bodies will tow. Sinking low, feeling high, sending riffs through your thighs. It's alright.
The goddess known as Venus draped in satin and lace lent you beauty and the dimples that I've found in your waist. The eyes like yours are the eyes a boy like me could bathe in all night long.
She put a hand on my heart and won't let me go.
On the steps of seasons we invited ease into our bones, rolled ourselves a family and we poured ourselves a home. With lordly amusement we lounge with all the lust that we crave. There's plenty to go around.
Stroke by stroke we got here toke by toke. Let our minds melt together and our bodies will tow. Sinking low, feeling high, sending riffs through your thighs. It's alright.
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Far Side
03:27
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Oh how so troubled are the days like these where I've got nothing to do.
It's so taxing babe. Taxing and cruel. But I've done it to myself again.
We're steady here you see. No no, the currents don't get sad 'round here. It got rough around the corner. We threw sluff into our sails to drift on by. What a lie. We'll never stop we'll never quit. We'll never start tomorrow but someday soon.
It slipped off again. I tucked it safe back behind my ear. It smells like defeat up in here. It hits you when you walk through the door. No-one ever wanted the blues but we got them anyway.
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To Later Days
04:16
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You have some and leave none. Hold out and skip town.
Bad ground - it's time to walk down and step with the traitors and cheats we've got growing in the front lawn. All night long. Rotten by morning.
Your false face found a man's taste. I've got mine: a tribe of my kind.
See natives fiend love, fiend madly. Where giants walk beside me playing chicken with the white sea.
Take me out west on your back and rest our feet for only food and red eyes. Far gone but close to myself. Our days are numbered but we'll tramp till they're gone.
We're no where if we know where we are and we're golden when we're caught in out binds.
Hopelessly the stories we tell, we natives we fiend love and climb trees, crater and pitch - girl - with a skip in our knees.
Hell is a mirror and women gone straight, where everybody shares your last name. We carry ourselves too much alike to be free from seasons welting, feeding on us.
We're no where if we know where we are and we're golden when we're caught in out binds.
Hopelessly the stories we tell, we natives we fiend love and climb trees, crater and pitch - girl - with a skip in our knees.
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8. |
Goodnight Blues
05:30
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The Real Savage Henry Isla Vista, California
Saving rock n' roll one backyard at a time // Isla Vista, CA
>Andrew MacInnes- Keyboard, Bass,
Guitar
>John Pagliassotti- Lead Guitar
>Stephen Yogi - Violin
>Wilder Kehke- Vocals, Guitar, Bass
>Will Hettel- Percussion
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