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Don't Come Home
02:03
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She said don’t come
Don’t come home
With your eyes all blood-shot red
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
With that poison in your head
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
With your clothes all in a twist
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
Expectin’ to get kissed
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
With your face all black and blue
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
Thinkin’ I’m gon’ pity you
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
Expectin’ to get kissed
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
You best just limber up your wrist
ALL RIGHT!
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
Cuz I’ve had it up to here
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
With your whiskey and your beer
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
All set to have your fun
She said don’t come
Don’t come home
Cuz I’m already gone!
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I am whiskey and I am weed
I am cocaine and trucker speed
I am painkillers
I am opium
I am numb
But I can still feel you
I am past the point of “don’t give a damn”
After tonight you’ll know who I am
I am painkillers
and a face full of lye
I am blind
But I can still see you
I am the manic preacher at the bus station
I am rotgut and salvation
I am painkillers
and I am rum
I am overcome
But I can still heal you
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3. |
Welcome Back, Jelly Roll
03:03
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Welcome back, Jelly Roll. It’s been a long time.
I’m rolling out a fat dime. Let’s kick the old crimes.
Munching on alley cat.
The little junkies all know where it’s at.
Welcome back, Jelly Roll. Time has took its toll.
Never thought you’d be back so soon/ straight to the back room/
necks bobbing, selling ass, and puffing on the green grass.
Kick, right?
Never thought to question why.
Thought you’d just roll on by.
Suck it all. Lie and die. You’ll never fly my high.
Welcome back, Jelly Roll. Good to be back again.
Let’s pretend that we’re their friends, and give ‘em a count of ten.
Vitamin cyanide. Fried in formaldehyde.
They’re running out of places to hide.
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4. |
Can't Turn This Off
01:42
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I’ve got a big smart mouth
And I’m prone to shout
I’ve got wild, wild hair
It goes everywhere
I’ve got sweet soft lips
And wide, wide hips
For these things I pay the cost
Cuz I can’t turn this off
I’ve got bedroom eyes
They tell no lies
I’ve got my own opinions
Viewed through many lenses
I’ve got dark brown skin
And I’m bright within
For these things I pay the cost
Cuz I can’t turn this off
They say be good girl
They say cower and hide
I say that ain’t me, naw
So sit back, enjoy the ride
I’ve got these D’s
They’ll make you weak at the knees
I’ve got full smooth thighs
Known to tantalize
I’ve got style and grace
To put you in your place
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5. |
Redistribution Blues
03:03
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Dear Mr. Boss Man
Thought I’d let you in on the plan
We the invisible
are indivisible now
We who work the factory and work the fields
never see what our labor yields
All that now comes to an end
and so do you my friend
We’re bringing the hammer down
straight down on your crown
Feel your declining health
as we re-distribute your wealth
Watch the fires from your mansion rise
through the blood in your eyes
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6. |
Bed of Nails
02:47
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It's always evening
when I invite you in
and soon you're falling
into your sin
and so I giggle at your shame
because I'm tickled by your pain
on a bed of nails
I'll swish my tail
on a bed of nails
nails
nails
It's always evening
when I invite you in
and soon you're crawling
out of your skin
oh, but it has not been in vain
because I'm tickled by your pain
on a bed of nails
I'll switch my tale
on a bed of nails
nails
nails
It's always evening
when I invite you in
and soon you're wond'rin'
just where you've been
and as you're danglin' on a chain
I'll be here tickled by your pain
on a bed of nails
I'll swish my tail
on a bed of nails
nails
nails
It’s always evening
When I invite you in
And soon you’re calling
out to your kin
and then I giggle at your shame
because I’m tickled by your pain
On a bed of nails
I’ll swish my tail
On a bed of nails,
nails
nails
It’s always evening
When I invite you in
And soon you’re bawling
through a split-lip grin
and so it has not been in vain
Because I’m tickled by your pain
On a bed of nails
I’ll switch my tale
On a bed of nails, nails, nails
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7. |
Burn it all Down
02:47
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I started thinking about how to survive
I started thinking about how to live
I started thinking if I could go on
How to go on, how to go on
Then I decided to burn it all down
Burn it all down
Burn it all down, down to the ground
There is no promise in current affairs
This place where the leaders do not care
This world with people yelling they want to be free
Free to erect a wall between you and me
But I say no more
Let’s burn it all down
Burn it all down
Burn it all down, down to the ground
I won’t let them do this to me
I won’t let this stand
It is time for all us to take a look inside
And tell the puppetmasters they’ve told their last lie
Burn it all down
Burn it all down
Burn it all down, down to the ground
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8. |
Good for the Gander
01:55
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Mama said he sho is pretty
Better be careful with your heart
Mama said you better know what you’re doing
Before you even start
I said mama you didn’t raise no fool
I’m your flesh and blood
If he tries to fuck me over
His pain will flow like rivers and floods
Cause what’s good for the geese is good for the gander
I tried to be that girl
Demure and well behaved
I thought I had it down
But my façade started to fade
I knew deep in my heart
Things had to change
Sorry my dear, beg your pardon
But things are about to get strange
Cause what’s good for the geese is good for the gander
You can’t be mad at me
I tried to play the game
Then I realized that the rules
For you and me weren’t the same
So, I said fuck those rules
I’m no longer amused
From this point on things have changed
I will no longer be used
Cause what’s good for the geese is good for the gander
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9. |
Shoot the Lights Out
02:28
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It’s the light that cuts the darkness, dear
It’s my home up in the sky
It’s the hope that I cling to here
That you and I will meet there by and by
It’s just the sound of a distant church bell ring
It’s just one small good-bye
So just laugh and drink and dance and sing
And memories will fade, dear, by and by
Oooo shoot the lights out
and say goodnight
It’s the dark that wraps around us here
It’s the truth that cuts the lie
It’s in the nothingness
that waits for all of us, yes
where we will meet again, dear, by and by
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10. |
Hush Now, Don't You Cry
02:38
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Birds are nesting in the trees
For tomorrow they fly
Sleep now, darling boy
Hush now, don’t you cry
Mama hold you/ Mama scold you
Mama don’t question why
Mama feed you/ Mama need you
Mama say goodbye
Sleep now, darling boy
Hush now, don’t you cry
Sleep sound, solider boy
For tomorrow you die
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11. |
Someday
02:32
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Someday everything will fall apart
Some day will crush your heart
and shush your tune
And someday, lord, will be coming soon
Someday everything will burn
Some day the fires will rise
and block the moon
And someday, lord, will be coming soon
Someday everything will die
Some say “good night, light
And the red balloon”
And someday, lord, will be coming soon
Someday everything will end
Some day will all go black
in the afternoon
And someday, lord, will be coming soon
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Whiskey Shambles Duo Cincinnati, Ohio
The Whiskey Shambles Duo is haunting and atmospheric, summoning up the ghosts of blues past, before it was the blues – a moan through the trees and swamps, wailing heartbreak, revenge, and revolution. The Duo’s music pushes to the foreground the juxtaposition of, and interplay between, Nathan Singer’s baritone growl and LaTanya Foster’s soaring lilt, which is both earthy and ethereal. ... more
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