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Sweet Sweet Eyes
03:35
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A California street
Down on which the sun does beat
On a sun drenched autumn day
A dusty scent fills the air
But I was too distracted to care
Cause of those
Sweet sweet eyes
With their charcoal smiles
Well they get me high
And they drive me out my mind
Seeking solace in night
I close my eyes and I wrap up tight
To dream my troubles away
Yet slumber don’t come too soon
I’m howling at the midnight moon
For those
As I set upon my day
The hours seem to slip away
Yet nothing seems to change
Now these hours seem to last for weeks
My pulse skips every third beat
For those
Should one day you and I do meet
And I stare in those eyes so sweet
And gently drift away
When life seems full and carefree
Yet something seems to have a hold on me
It’s those
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Sound Of Springs
04:15
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Palm lined streets on a hazy desert night
The air is close and I’m on the town tonight
Small talk with the driver as he tries to make his way
He seems so dry it’s pitiful the conversation holds no sway
You can hear a distant murmur, not a scream or single shout
From melody, you can almost see
What’s this town about
Stopped by for a loosened at a bar by the name of Ace
Spied a fortune maker it was written on her face
Her eyes were on the prowl for a gentleman who’s worth
A pretty penny it’s for sure he’ll promise you the earth
Have fling with the sound of springs
And make your way downtown
You’ll see some sights amongst the lights
So shake your body down
Danced with a darling of a small western town
We pulled some shapes, kicked some moves, I gently worked her round
Those English eyes, such a prize for I to have seen
So many lives intertwined with this town as its theme
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Rosarita
03:36
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Been stood upright since the break of day
And my brow is wet with the heat of LA
I’ve packed my possessions, my powder is dry
I take the elevator and this guy says hi
Where you heading son if your travels aren’t done
It takes a son of a gun to leave the city of fun
I saw the sunlight hit the junction out of LA
The roof went up somewhere around Tijuana way
La cerveza mas fina drinking down the highway
See Rosarita, when I find you, you’ll blow me away
I could’ve turned left and head for quieter times
But I’ve got a senorita playing on my mind
She’s made of bricks and mortar, sea and sand
Gave the driver a dollar for a helping hand
Stopped for gas on the federal highway
I questioned my judgement when I checked where I stay
So headed to Sandra’s for a beer and bite
Then hitched right back to those LA lights
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Looking For Abigail
03:09
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I can remember when you told me as a child
About how you loved and lost it brought a tear to your smile
You dreamt of heaven and all that it held
And all the stars in the sky including, the one that fell
And as you turn to stare into the black, the child in you wished she would come back
You say I tell you this tale, ‘cause I’m still looking for Abigail
When you’re young, you never knew how a love could feel
Now that you’re older, you know too well how a loss can feel
Though she couldn’t speak a word, her emotion s were laid bare
All times together, so much fun you had to share
Ohh I see your face amongst the clouds
Ooh I’m still searching for you now
It may seem strange to you, now that I am fully grown
But something in her eyes made you feel safe and not alone
As a child, you have so much love to give
My trusted companion, she always seemed to forgive
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5. |
So About Last Night
04:01
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A laid back groove under darken skies
The heat is up but not too cruel
I gaze in awe at the heavens above
Yet I feel the devils troubled fool
Can you feel it? There’s something coming
Can you feel it? I can feel it in the air
Can you feel it? It’s brewing inside me
Can you feel it? It pains me to say it
I shook a mainline to your emotions
I guess it’s high time
For us to slug it out
No matter how it came about
Take your best shot at me
So about last night and those words we said
Let’s not take them to heart, let’s use our heads
I don’t want to fight, I just want to love
So about last night
The water shimmers so light and so calm
To betray this moment
It washes over me, becomes a part of me
So subtle, so supple, so cool and sublime
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A Piece of Me
04:43
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Strapped in got a head full of gin
I got myself a ride on home
Moving slow yet I have to go
But I don’t wanna go
Sun fried now I ain’t so shy of the desert heat
Poached eggs don’t help my head
Man I’m easily led
Stopped by to see some airplane guy
Shot down in Vietnam, he said
It ain’t much fun when your Huey is done
In the jungle son
We looked in on the king, hoping he could sing
But he wasn’t home
When Priscilla was queen of the desert scene
Well that’s alright mama if I can dream
Cause we’re hitting the road to fly from the angels
Every person, every place seems to tell a tale
And now, it’s time to leave
Trust me, I’ve left a piece of me
Now I’m stuck on ten, for time and again
To the stereo waves
I’m transported to a place with a Hollywood face
Just with added bass
As the road unwinds, I feel so inclined
To reminisce
From Cathedral City, to ladies so pretty
Man, to leave seems such a pity
LA’s such a brute and bitch to commute
Yet has a quality
Built on reputation, a film star location, communication for a nation, a subject for quotation, a place for aspiration, fake plastic admiration
From the waitress I gave such a generous tip, to the Tesla driver who’s oh so hip. To the scenic lands with the burnt rust sand. And two fine ladies looking so grand. From the Mexican kids looking for a blunt and the guy from LA with so much front.
In Salvation, such elation mixed with horror trepitdation
How we danced, how we pranced, how our lives were enhanced
They got a piece of me
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Icarus
03:51
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Sun goes down when you’re miles from town
Walking on the precipice of mescaline comedown
Coyote calls and freight train rolls
Miles and miles of consumer bound flaws
Shadows get longer, paranoid hunger
Chucking up results of the previous nights thunder
Billboards gleam, join the marines
Another piece of meat for the warfare machine
Desert night dirty, hunting Gene Autry
Hallucinate, meditate, post-modern party
Lost my wheels, now I’m kicking my heels
Stumbling my way through the sunburnt hills
Cerebral junk, fucking up my funk
Left my conscience in a beat up leather trunk
Body is scarred, mentally hard
Off guard, on guard, trying to break the advent garde
Flat on face, gotta bricks and mortar taste
Had dollars in my pocket but they seem to be misplaced
I’m broken, choking, lungs are smoking
Lying on my back cause it seems my god has spoken
Gotta get up and go, no matter how slow
Crawling on tiptoe seeking a different memo
Load up, on show, psychotic ammo
Soaring on the jet stream of the acid wind flow
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Desert Girls
05:08
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Here I stand, alone
A shell of the man I thought I used to be
I wander adrift
Highway traffics my only company
With each step that I take
And every breath I struggle to make
I need, someone to save me
And on the horizon down it came
A beat up old van but something about it gave
A sense of redemption
They said you need no god and you need no preacher
All it takes is one of life’s teachers and you, yes you can reach salvation
As you both take my hands and guide me up
This testament to the power of love
I’ll climb, I’ll crawl, I will follow
My desert girls
You’re my sweet guardian angels
As the windows gave way
To a shock of blond and brown
The blond said “hey fella, where have you been”
I told ‘em all my cares and all my troubles and they said step
We know, we know where we have to go
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Soltan
05:52
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It seems like we fell
Into some unearthly hell
There’s no sign of life
‘Dept for you, her and I
As you take my hand
Amongst the past on which we stand
So many tiny lives
A worthless sacrifice
As strange as it seems
It maybe obscene
The still in the air
As our sins are brought to bear
There’s beauty in death
Oh god you’re beautiful
What god
A toxic sea and land
Shaped by human devil hands
This sign of the times
A crime of hate and spite
Yet we stand in awe
At mother natures fatal flaw
Given with love
Spat back into her face
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Halloween Jack London, UK
Halloween Jack comprises of two members, Adam Camm and Ian McEwan; whose love of football, Stones, Beach Boys and Beatles has kept them together even after their respective teams have beaten each other.
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