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Start
05:50
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Tijuana was the worst in the line of firsts
Spent and shallow mouth to what shook it up down south
Free unsettled beast, blazing through the east
Then fell into the hand, to the day we land
Birth of new adventure, sudden shift again
From heading out to heading deeper in
Thrown side to side, steady as she goes
Lighting up this ride into the southern throes
Blink and spin around, bird has taken flight
Days go on for years, and years a night
Start with everything that kicks in you
Harder than the fantasies
born to hold and drag them through
Start with everything you’ve got to say
Louder than a cannon to circles coming round your way
One more for the road, running out of light
Never gonna end, with one left to fight
Feels about that time, circling back to lay it down
Down but never dead, that other circle’s coming round
Feels about that time, to
Hold tight
Something about the way that laugh just makes us cry
Hold fast
Something about the way that cry just makes us laugh
Hold tight
Just enough to get it right
Right is all you got when circling half way home
Start with everything that kicks in you
Harder than the fantasies
Louder than a sonic boom
Start with everything you’ve got to say
Start with what you’re passing
To circles coming round your way
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2. |
Walkie Talkie
05:05
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Static two way radio
Transmission on, lock & load
Undercover, set to run
Push to start the one to one
Bye bye Walkie Talkie
Strapped to my side that Walkie Talkie
Hell of a ride that Walkie Talkie
Static free and underground
A million calls without a sound
Auto pilot on the run
Push to end the one to one
Bye bye Walkie Talkie
Strapped to my side that Walkie Talkie
Hell of a ride that Walkie Talkie
Turned and signed off on that Walkie Talkie
Over & out, over & out, over & out
We long for the days on the ground
Long after the sun made its round
Talking to me, talking to you
That’s the world we knew
Push to talk transistorized addiction
Coming back around my Walkie Talkie talks again
Turn it up until her mighty static roars
Running wild again into the great outdoors
Sweet electric handheld analoging in
Buzz my little super teletype connection
Sharing secrets on our wide band frequency
2-way loving never felt so free free free
My Walkie Talkie’s talking back to me
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3. |
Monday
03:49
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Well it's true, I like waking up with you
And it's true, I like sleeping in a bit too
Eyes roll back in my head, adrift with you
Head over here, your eyes and smiles until 2
But no, that's not all
Well it's true, I like burning candles with you
And it's true, I like to hold the handles with you, too
Slow hot and sweaty, you know I'm always ready for you
Here, there anywhere, doesn't even matter with you
‘Cuz above all it all
Yes above all it all
Well I love kicking Monday to the end of all, with you
Well it's true, I'd like to take a walk with you
And it's true, I'd like to sit and talk a bit too
Tell me all your dreams, we'll even share a fantasy too
It's funny how it feels, funny how I've fallen for you
‘Cuz above all it all
Yes above all it all
Well I love kicking Monday to the end of all
Yes I love kicking Monday to the end of all
Yes I love kicking Mondays, to the end of all, with you
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4. |
Devil In Tow
04:48
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Estamos aburridos
El infierno ya no es divertido
Hay mas tentacion en la tierra de bad hombres
El diablo vendió su alma
al presidente por su hija
Y un boleto de oro
a las peleas de gallos
Montamos con los vaqueros
Luchadoras y caballeros
Somos bad hombres esta noche, cuidado muchachas
Upside down on old Mexico
Chair pulled back, as Don’s whistle blows
From DC to Cabo to Fuego
We’re drinking with the devil in tow
Estamos illendo un paso
adelante del diablo
Y el está illendo un paso
adelante de...ti
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Natural in its human defects
Electric in the way it connects
Beauty brought her down
Lovely broken heart on offer
Slipped away till beauty brought her
Cleaned up shot in to tune
Head up high, like everybody loves you
Stop stop in the name of this song
Shallow in the way that it strays
Deeper in the more that it plays
Beauty brought her down
Lovely broken heart on offer
Slipped away till beauty brought her
Clean dead shot out of tune
Head down low now everybody loves you
Beauty got it right
Jump from town to town
Settle up the score
Sell before it’s down
Beauty stopped alright
Stopped before she hung
Saved her dying soul
In the name of this song
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6. |
Dog In A Fight
04:38
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Rolling high on sweet libation
Traded class for adoration
All tastes best from the devil’s hand
Heads tuned to the fallout station
Front page with pop sensation
Can’t sell a dream without the band
Barking through the night
Ego takes the win, saves the world again
There’s a dog in every fight
Everybody’s in
Bought in to controlled submission
Hands dirty on one condition
Photo opps and a gala night
Drowned out the old school solution
Soft-spoken poor institution
We’re more adored than you are right
Barking through the night
Ego takes the win, saves the world again
There’s a dog in every fight
Everybody’s in... Everybody grin
Barking through the night
Ego takes the win, saves the world again
There’s a dog in every fight
Live and die in fear of being outclassed
Vanity came long before broadcast
We’ve got, all night
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7. |
Deeper Tip Cup
03:21
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Sometimes she hides and won’t let you seek
The feeling wells up when she falls to her knees
It’s nothing that’s new, or would say that she needs
But she knows it real well, and she knows it’s not free
The older she gets the less she wants fame
And the less that she cares to conceal her shame
She likes to be true, not to speak out in vain
But when she’s left all alone, she is only to blame
Well she said what she said now she’s down on her luck
It is what it is when she don’t give a buck
To the man on the street with a deeper tip cup
Who knows his song well ‘cuz he rolls his sleeves up
When he was a boy he used to believe
That all he could dream could be his if he pleased
Now that he’s grown, nothing’s what it seemed
It’s the grandest of plots, it’s directed by thieves
Now there are places he knows he can’t go
‘Cuz of things that were said, or happened before
Despite what you think, or you may come to know
He does what he can not to open that door
Well he said what he said, now he’s down on his luck
It is what it is when he don’t give a buck
To the man on the street with a deeper tip cup
Who knows his song well cuz he keeps his chin up
Well they said what they said, now they down on they luck
It is what it is when they don’t give a buck
To the man on the street with a deeper tip cup
Who’s tired of this race, thinks it’s time to give up
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8. |
Think
05:54
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Everytime just looking back
No wiser now, Still doing that
Nothing, but I know
Riding out that day to day
Keeps that hopeless hope away
Nothing
Been saving, up for some big win
To cross it, and drive that spike down in
Everytime just looking back
No wiser now, still doing that
Nothing
Been giving, up on that big win
To cross it, means to start again
Everytime I think I knew
All those years just passing through
Nothing, but I know
Just a touch of reaching in
That hopeless hope swells up again
Then something
Everytime I think I knew
All those years just passing through
There’s something, and I know
Just a touch of reaching in
What shakes the soul swells up again
Then something, moving on
Everytime just looking back
No wiser now, still doing that
Nothing but I know
The best things ride out day to day
No damn hope standing in my way
Then something, moving on
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9. |
Rise Up Son
03:16
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Yesterday we threw our souls to
Heavy chords and molly rolls
Carried away in steady release
Endless nights to get our fill
Fast and deep on every kill
Thrashing, shaking, thrusting for peace
Hear the band’s coming back around here
Heavy metal thunder, soft synthetic gear
Hear the band’s coming back around
You’ve got to Rise up son
Rise up son, Rise up son
We’re falling over sober
20 down in the marketplace
Syncopated loss of grace
Exorcised of passion and flow
Governor drowned with a beating drum
Open wide and here it comes
Thrashing, shaking, thrusting to go
Hear the band’s coming back around here
Playing through the summer, taking back the years
Hear the band’s coming back around
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Middle Class Murder San Francisco, California
Members:
Vocals/Mandolin/
Guitar -
Sarah Carr-
Berry
Guitar/Vocals -
Darren Fitzgerald
Guitar/Keys -
Eric Coolbaugh
Bass -
Ron Stueckle
Drums -
Jake Stueckle
Good time, foot tapping, jammin, make you smile music.
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