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Bessie Smith
03:26
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Bessie Smith
I said oh oh, Bessie Smith why do you hang your head so low?
I would die in heaven just to meet your soul.
I said oh oh, Bessie Smith why do you hang your head so low?
I would die in heaven, I would die in heaven just to meet your…
Shot to the ego boy it’s where this knife runs through,
Three wise men call Bessie down for a dual,
Shot to the ego boy it’s where this knife runs through,
Three wise men call Bessie down for a dual.
I said oh oh, father lay me down,
Down on this sunken ground,
I said oh oh, father lay me down,
Down on this sunken ground.
But she’s got a crucifix hidin’ way down in this pit, oh
If you wish to call her out,
Call her with your bravest shout,
I said oh oh, father lay me down,
Down on this sunken ground,
I said oh oh, father lay me down,
Down on this sunken ground.
I said oh oh Bessie Smith why do you hang your head so low?
I would die in heaven, I would die in heaven, I would die in heaven just to meet your soul.
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2. |
Hole in the Middle
03:26
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Hold in the Middle
Everybody’s got a little hole in the middle,
Everybody does a little dance with the devil,
Everybody’s got a little hole in the middle,
Everybody’s does a little dance with the devil,
And you know I’m evil now, and you shout it loud and proud,
Singing born in the U.S.A.
And you know I’m evil now, and you shout it loud and proud.
Singing born in the U.S.A.
And I play with my voodoo doll,
Stick those pins and drive them in,
Singing born in the U.S.A.
And I play with my voodoo doll,
Stick those pins and drive them in,
Singing born in the U.S.A.
Oh and everybody’s got a little hole in the middle,
Everybody does a little dance with the devil.
And everybody’s got a little hole in the middle,
Everybody does a little dance with the devil.
And you know I’m evil now, and you shout it loud and proud,
Singing born in the U.S.A.
And you know I’m evil now, and you shout it loud and proud,
Singing born in the U.S.A
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3. |
Dark Undercoat
04:57
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Dark Undercoat
The axes who pacify with gold,
And they walk right into town,
And a man stood he was brought back by lady luck,
And he was so strong, and he was so strong, and he was so strong,
He was so strong, he was so strong, he was strong,
He said lady where’s your dark undercoat?
Then he rode away and he rode away and he died,
Said I am not strong, and I am not wide, and I am not long,
I am not strong and I am not wide, I’m not long.
Oh but if I was a deep bathtub would you sink down,
To the bottom of my love?
And if I was a deep bathtub would you sink down,
To the bottom of my love?
But I am not strong and I am not wide and I am not long,
I am not strong, and I am not wide, and we are not tall.
Oh cowboy ride the time,
Ride it high with rhythm and rhyme,
To the sound of a bleeding ghost train,
And a needing, to let go, of tidal pain.
He said lady where’s your dark undercoat?……….
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4. |
Dagger
05:12
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Dagger
Oh when you stumble every time you walk,
Oh when you stutter every time you talk, hey…
Don’t look back,
Don’t look back.
Your legs are no longer but you walk just the same,
Your charm is a pleasure yet an ever changing cage,
It’s like I walked into a dagger, took a step back,
You turned around and didn’t look back
Hey
I’m a rusty nail, you’re an iron maid.
You closed the coffin on everything I’ve saved,
A red petal fallen, onto a concrete mass,
A dark memento, every time you pass
Hey
Please, walk back to me
Because three kings are all I see
Red, White, fire in the night
Where are you going, dressed so well?
Blue, White, fire in the night,
Where are you going, dressed like hell?
Please, walk back to me.
Cause, three kings are all I see.
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5. |
Time on Your Side
02:21
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Time On Your Side
He drives a truck,
And it makes time on his side,
The water splashes from his flaps for miles, and
Three a.m., on the I-5
In the dark, as he moves away….. hey hey……
Not much to do when you’ve got time on your side,
You sit and think about your wasted life,
I try to move, change things through and through,
Oooh ooh….
Why does your face grow so long my dear?
And, why did your hair grow so long this year?
Why does your face grow so long my dear?
And, why did your hair grow so long this year?
Oh, and so long, so long, this year.
She’s a dancer when she dances she is free, and
Three in the mornin’ the clouds rise in the east to,
Frank Sinatra which her parents put on repeat,
On repeat……..
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6. |
The Demon
05:49
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The Demon
If there was a demon would you hold her?
And be a nurse by her side?
I’ll take a corset of your words,
Tie them up high, and bind them.
Cause you seem like you’ve always been,
Wrote a book that’s already been read,
If there was a beast would you hold him?
And be a doctor by his side?
He’ll take the drugs that you’ve stolen,
You’ll be drunk on electric wine.
Oh this town you’ve never seen before,
There’s always big guns at your door,
The sentiment of class is blood born,
I’d like to write a song for you,
With arms wide open the way I do,
And I’d like to tell the truth to you,
Shot through the chest the way I do.
If there was a demon would you hold her?
And be a nurse by her side?
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7. |
Sleeping Dead
04:31
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Sleeping Dead
Hang on, hang on, hang on……
I saw a flash in the night,
Knocked me out alright.
Hang on, hang on, hang on….
I saw a flash in the night,
Shot me down alright….
I had a dream last night,
I had a dream last night,
I had a dream last night,
That there were ravens above my bed,
And they took my newlywed.
Cause we’re all sleeping dead,
Hangin’ onto your sleepy bed,
Oh I’d rather be dreamin’ instead,
Cause we’re all sleeping dead,
Hangin’ onto your sleepy bed,
Oh, I’d rather be dreamin’ instead.
Hang on, hang on, hang on…..
I saw a flash in the night,
Shot me down alright,
Hang on, hang on, hang on…..
I saw a flash in the night,
Knocked me out alright….
I had a dream last night,
I had a dream last night,
I had a dream last night,
That there were ravens above my bed,
And they took my newlywed.
Mother won’t you please bury me alive,
Down in the coffin, with my wife?
Mother won’t you please bury me alive,
Down in the coffin with my wife?
Mother won’t you please bury me a live,
Down in the coffin with my wife,
Cause there were ravens above my bed,
And they took my newlywed.
Cause we’re all sleeping dead,
Hangin’ onto your sleepy bed,
Oh I’d rather be dreamin’ instead,
Cause we’re all sleeping dead,
Hangin’ onto your sleepy bed,
Oh, I’d rather be dreamin’ instead,
Oh I’d rather, be dreamin’ instead.
Oh I’d rather, be dreamin’ instead.
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8. |
Blue
04:28
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Blue
Blue, so blue, was your love, that I held and pursued,
And true, so true, the black hand,
Oh it takes you back.
And you turn to a figure,
In the light, no wait but you turn back,
Oh, oh, oh, oh….
Oh, oh, oh, oh….
And we danced in diamond dust,
Oh and we danced in diamond dust,
Oh Black, oh black, and blue, I was when I left you
A figment, of the past, a battered highway,
Cow skulls marking death,
Baby’s breath and dried misery,
You left on my door,
Oh, oh, oh, oh….
Oh, oh, oh, oh……
And we danced so hard, that the cold, cold black rain fell.
And the blood on the ground, on the ground, washed away,
And your body was gone, and it left no trace,
But a trail of ash has led me to this dark place.
Did you see in the way that she did run run?
Faster than anyone,
Away from that snake eyed mule of a man,
Yes you can, yes you can, yes you can.
Yes you can, yes you can, yes you can…
Blue, so blue, was your love, that I held and pursued.
And true, so true, the black hand, oh it takes you back.
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9. |
Wild Tigers I Have Known
04:18
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Wild Tigers I Have Known
Silence is a power and tool, for you, for you
Wild Tigers I Have Known, they see me down, messin’ around.
You keep your heart from your chest,
It’ll be gone, just like the rest,
Cause it’s a man’s world, say all the right words, and hold your heart from your chest,
The silence and the call, and their beauty, stands right and still for you.
Holding flames holding hands and hearts, and their bindings held tightly.
Lyin’ in the shady grass, their teeth grinding, insight is foreign,
Cause it’s the magic hand, that holds you gently, and turns one into man,
And their insight is bloody, to reach boldy, for truth spoken from mouth in his name.
There will be wise men singin’, bringing you luck now.
There will be wise men singin’, bringing you luck now.
There will be wise men, singin’ bringing you luck, bringing you luck.
Now it’s the precious end of time, hand in pocket, bright light.
Wild tigers I have known, they see me down messin’ around.
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10. |
Two Shots to the Head
04:19
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Two Shots to The Head
I don’t wanna break my back, you seem so funny when, nothin’s goin’ on,
I know you’ll drive away, out of here I know you will,
Always be, be…….
Cause I really loved you, you know I did, told you over and over again…
I know you’ll drive away, out of here I know you will, always be…..
Two shots to the head, now you’re runnin’ runnin’ fast…..
Two shots to the head, now you’re runnin’ runnin’s fast
Cast a shadow on your grave,
Hold the flowers to your name,
Cast a shadow on your grave,
Hold the flowers to your name.
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