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Dance With the Gods
02:37
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If I gave you my hand would you dance with me to the edge of the stars
Swing like gypsies young and free dance till our final hours
I don't care if I die tomorrow
Tonight I dance away my sorrow
Carpe diem like hell
I said my prayers to the wishing well
Ooo I wanna dance with the gods
I pray to you every day
Aphrodite Aphrodite c'mon dance with me
I'm just a young man with dreams
Of falling in love once or twice
It don't matter who she is
So long as she treats me real nice
Ooo I wanna dance with the gods
I pray to you every day
Aphrodite Aphrodite c'mon dance with me
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2. |
Don't Bother
04:06
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If what you do don’t fill your heart with love
Then don’t bother
If what you say don’t really mean a thing
Then don’t bother brother
Don’t want no small talk princess
My heart is fixed on love
Give me some passion action
Pray to the Gods above
Get drunk on pain and heartache
I want you to break my heart
If I don’t feel betrayal
I’ll doubt you from the start
Love is the best drug on the street
But it's so hard to come across
And at too high a cost
But love is what makes my heart beat
But my heart attacks the things I love
Then longs for what is lost
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3. |
Curse the Devil's Name
04:44
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Verse 1:
I’ve been in so much trouble
Throughout all my days
I’ve asked the Lord to save me
From my sinful ways
But He told me I was born
With evil in my eye
Guess I’ll drink and a gamble
‘Til the day that I die
Chorus:
And if I make it down to hell
I’ll spit in the Devil’s eye
Verse 2:
I’ve been around the world Lord
Raising hell, causing pain
I stabbed a man to death Lord
Cuz he tried to take my dame
But He forgave me for my sins
And I did it all again
I keep drinking and a gambling
Oh, Lord what a shame
Chorus:
And If I make it down to hell
I’ll curse the Devil’s name
Verse 3:
Upon the the razor's edge, Lord
The river’s red and bright
With no solace in the darkness
No redemption left in sight
Forgive me of my sins, Lord
And rid me of my shame
I keep on drinking and gambling
Raising hell and causing pain
But if I make it down to hell, Lord
I’ll curse the Devil’s name
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Brooklyn Babylon
02:54
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I walked into the wormhole
Of the underworld
Where the sun shines brightly
On colorful billboards decorating ceilings
A man in prayer cries quietly
As a suited god ain't listening
Cuz he's occupied observing all his fetishes unfold
Hearing sirens down the street
Pretty voices call to me
Hallucinating Brooklyn Babylon
Mask your eye you cannot see
The golden wealth of poverty
I'm dreaming of a Brooklyn Babylon
Politician landlords pull the strings
They gentrified my mind I cannot hide…
From the ruthless monster
Hungry for my money
But I’ve squandered all my savings
On a vice called life
When women sell their sacred virtues
Valor vanished sadly
Where's honor when you forfeit all your dreams
But the rich all need their cocaine
Choking charlatans shop ceaselessly
For something to fuck the empty spot in their soul
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5. |
Rags to Riches to Rags
02:44
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If I were to buy up all of Wall street
Would you love me?
Would you need me?
Or would it be enough
for you to fall in love
With me for me, as flawed as I am
I’ve went from Rags to Riches and back to Rags
If I were to grow up old and shaggy
Would you leave me
Or deceive me
Or would it be enough
for you to fall in love
With me for me, as flawed as I am
I’ve never felt so happy before
I wanna die in a nuclear war
I feel so young and feel so alive
And when I’m old I’ll be ready to die
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6. |
Cumbia Morena
04:16
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7. |
Between My Sights
04:42
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I like my women like my money
Easy come and Easy Go
Honey comb full of honey
Kind of sweet but full of holes
Got my baby up in Brooklyn
But she’s all fucked up on blow
I thought I’d like to stay there
But I really had to go!
(Chorus)
Love’s unconditional
If it’s wrong or if it’s right
I’m not an animal
I’ve got love right between my sights
If I ever told the truth
I’d find myself in jail
Like a freedom fighting rebel
Who flew his flags STRAIGHT through hell
Gotta million kinda of questions
That all of your answers fail
Fuck all of your concessions
I’d rather die, hammer and nail!
(Chorus)
I always ask my father
If I’d ever do him wrong
By mimicking his blunders
But I’m sure we’d still get a long
Ask him why he married mother
She was young and he was strong
But did they love each other?
Yes, but not for very long
(Chorus)
(GUITAR SOLO THROUGH VERSE AND CHORUS )
(Quiet)
It’s hypocritical
To hate that which you like
Talk shit about your girl
And fuck after you fight
Love my women like my money
Easy come and Easy Go
Honey comb full of honey
Kind of sweet and full of holes
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8. |
Grass is Greener
02:59
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I feel shorter than the mountain
I feel smaller than the ocean
Cuz the oceans and mountains have seen more than I have seen
I don’t wanna die in my sleep
I wanna die high in the trees
So the winds can blow all their leaves all over me
The grass is greener on the other side
Some folks fought and other folks have died
One man’s truth is another man’s lie
But the man’s truths will never speak to me
The shores were shaped the crashing waves
The world was shaped through the blood of slaves
But a million men couldn’t build a blossoming flower
Some folks see the world by sea
Others see the world through their dreams
But I’d rather be out in the world during my last hour
The grass is greener on the other side
Some folks fought and other folks have died
One man’s truth is another man’s lie
But the man’s truths will never speak to me
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9. |
Halo of Flies
02:18
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The man talks to his shadow
As he’s walking down the street
And he greets all the women with disregard
And a look of severity
And he’s erasing his past
For he lived all to well
To grow like a wretch
In his world of Hell
At last he wears his halo of flies
And his scarlet red sunburnt cheeks
Shredding out the pages of his burned out mind
For the world to never read
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10. |
New World View
03:21
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I'll turn myself in if it means I'm free
Give me peace and I will give you the sea
I want to be the birds in the ocean breeze
With silky sand dripping from my knees
I swept my love off of her feet
Dancing down new England Street
Watched the world wash from the shore
Those days don't matter anymore
I threw away the smoking gun
And now I smile back at the sun
My new worldview Is kind of skewed
I'm tired of living on the run
We could build a plane and never fly
Or we could write a book and never die
Be buried in the ground but live in the skies
I heard the truth but never hear the lies
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11. |
War Across the Water
04:20
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We’ve got a war across the water
We need more cannon fodder
Mommy’s seeds have been stolen
And now the thunder keeps a rolling
Across the way another family prays
Someday we’re gonna meet our fate
And now the flames of bodies burnin’
Another boy was a yearnin’
For his family and his woman
But the cannons came and took him
Away, another family prays
Someday we’re gonna meet our fate
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I lost my middle finger
Now its hard to tell y’all to go fuck yourselves
I don’t give a damn if you’re triggered
You got more luck that I’ll ever have
I’m always on the edge of losing it all
My mind’s in freefall
So give me a call
If you’re hot & bothered & troubled
Then You’re in good company
If you wanna kill yourself with drugs and alcohol
You’ve got a friend in me
I used to be an old drunkard
But now I’m drugged up gambler too
I don’t give a damn if you’re triggered
Someday you’ll be - livin in a graveyard too
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13. |
Transcending Your World
02:41
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You’re transcending your world
Towards a higher realm
Of what’s real, and truly unreal
I’m in the water
Drowning in the river
The lady in the water
Quietly whispered
When you drown in the water, you’re born a little wiser
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14. |
Little Boxes
02:34
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Little boxes on the hillside
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
Boxes on the hillside
Little boxes all the same
There's a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
And the people in the houses
All went to the university
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same
And there's doctors and lawyers
And business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
Solo
And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same
Chorus
Solo
•••Slow down
And the boys go into business
Marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
There's a pink one and a green one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same
Chorus
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The Bourgeois Beggars Phoenix, Arizona
Haling from Phoenix, Arizona, the Bourgeois Beggars are garage-rock revivalists combining flavors of classic psyche and proto-punk by the likes of Sonics, Misfits, Clash, & the Cramps. Featuring multi-instrumentalist frontman Dr. Ordovich, drummer Justin Slusher, & cellist Mando Torres! ... more
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