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salvation army beautiful
05:33
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Give me your love, honey
You know I need drug money
Waitin' for my food stamps to arrive
sittin' on a Greyhound bus
Tryin' to get far away from us
It’s amazin' I made it out of this town alive
And if I am awake tomorrow
Don't gimme no pain
Don't gimme no sorrow
All I wanna do is get a little sleep tonight, that's right
And if you want to you can have it
You can love me like a habit
‘Cause there ain't no rhyme or reason anymore
You can leave me in the gutter
You can leave me like a mother
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down
A little more
A little more
I went down to the corner store
And bought all that I could afford
A bottle of whiskey and a Coca-Cola chaser
I played a record and cried my blues away
It was “A Love Supreme” by John Coltrane
cried ‘till I couldn't cry no more
I went out to see my friend
he told me that he wanted to spin
He gave me drugs when all I really wanted was love, too much
Because I don't believe in somethin’ that
turns me into nothin’
‘Cause I felt too much like nothin' before
You can leave me in the gutter
You can leave me like a mother
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down
A little more
A little more
Give me your shoes, honey
I want to be used, honey
I want to live out on the street
And give me some of your make-up
So I can fix my fake face up
And be alive to everyone I meet
And if I live a long, long time
And always form a single line
Please, tell my kids that I was something in my prime
Hard to define
Because I am sick of tryin’
When it feels like I am lyin'
Cause I'm not myself
The way I was before
You can leave me in the gutter
You can leave me like a mother
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down
I will break down [x3]
A little more
A little more
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2. |
warlocks
08:12
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There is a witch
Her mouth it is stitched
Between lipstick
Black as night
And as night
She’ll meet you
In the morning
And her king he is
The god of lightning
thrashes on the cymbals brightly
Saunters when he talks
And walks
To liquor stores on
City blocks
And you know
I quit dreamin
When her eyes
They were demons
Transcending through mine
To the other side
And I’m possessed
By a feeling she’s coming for you
I’m foreseeing you’d better beware
If you even care
And she’s sending the dogs
She’s sending the dogs after you
And she’s casting her spell
And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues
And I’m living the lie
I’m living the life so I’m told
But I’m dying inside
And my soul it feels ugly
The Pisces prince
He sits and waits
For his breath to take
His life away
He’s sedated
And jaded
So long has he waited
For his queen to ride on silhouettes
And paint his profile
In its Sunday’s best
To inject the sea into his head
And lay fresh roses by his bed
But you know
She’s no angel
With her wings
Tied and mangled
She’ll not be satisfied
For you to just pass her by
She will wash you
She will dry you
She will enter
Inside you
Like a dream
She’ll make everything seem real
And she’s sending the dogs
She’s sending the dogs after you
And she’s casting her spell
And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues
And I’m living the lie
I’m living the life so I’m told
But I’m dying inside
And my soul it feels ugly
I’ve got a notion
To swallow this potion
To take a portion
And make some distortion
I hear their discussion
How they want destruction
How they want destruction
How they want control
How they want to rule
Rule the world
And you
You have gifted hands
You stand on the stage
And your presence commands
An emotion
Like the flow of the ocean
My friend I know that
You are weak
The beauty inside you
Is what they seek
They want to feed off of
The warming glow
That bleeds out your eyes
At the benefit show
And I know
That you’re someone
Who will never
Have anyone
The hole Inside you
It will never be glued
So watch out
For the vampires
Take notice
Of the higher powers
They’ll make you a whore
They’ll come to your door
And ask you for more
And they’re sending the dogs
They’re sending the dogs after you
And they’re casting their spell
And soon you’ll get paid for singing the blues
And I’m living the lie
I’m living the life so I’m told
But I’m dying inside
And my soul it feels ugly
So I’ll bury the witch
I’ll bury the witch
With the ghosts
Of my past
I’ll forget the moment
That I ever Took her glass
And she will cut me up
And make her pictures
Out of my blood
And I will be forgotten
Like parts of the story
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3. |
in the enemy's bed
04:27
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4. |
baby i'm a mystic
03:34
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Are you going to the revolution?
They’re gonna burn the institution
Fill it with a new kind of fusion
Write it in the constitution
I ain’t no phony, I don’t need no testimony
I don’t need money
That stuff has no effect on me
I just need a blessing from
The King of Higher Places
I’m just confessing I came to see the look on all your faces
When were rocking in the
New Babylon, and you ask me
How many drugs I’m on
You better get with it, cause
Baby, I’m a mystic
They say it’s Apocalypse Now
and they’re bringing out the Golden Cow
They’re asking me to bow, bow, bow
And you’re asking me how, how, how?
Not taking notes, I ain’t no secretary
First one to die at the hand of all the mercenaries
Martyr for my mind a martyr of a missionary
Get out my way I’m about to get incendiary
When the days of the prophets are gone
And you know it won’t be very long
You better get with it, cause
Baby, I’m a mystic
Breaking down the prison walls
We’re all gonna watch it fall
Celebrate in the government halls
Drown em in alcohol
I’m not awake, I just came to watch it break
I can’t be fake, I’ve seen how many lives it takes
I will be dead when they place the crown on his head
I will be dead
I’ll be dead, dead, dead
When the world we built falls apart
They’ll be looking for a patriarch
To lead the masses into the ground
Down to the hole in the center
Where they’ll never be found
You better get with it, cause
Baby, I’m a mystic
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5. |
tragedy bells
05:48
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6. |
ashes to ashes
06:41
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7. |
baptized in black
06:34
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8. |
quarantine
05:25
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9. |
emmanuel
05:54
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10. |
Jack Kerouac
05:34
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Sunken anchors, rusted chains
Words are written all in vain
Friend you don’t have me to blame
I was a sinner, not a saint
I was lathered up in mud
Fountains of youth filled up with cum
On the road, a beaten drum
Tonight, the sun sets on no one
And if only I could get
One last cigarette
I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to
When I was you
And you, were me
And we both were, in love
With living
I threw my pearls before swine
I kissed their lips, I drank their wine
They betrayed me when the rooster crowed three times
You know they ain’t no friends of mine
I’d only die for what I believe
You can slit my throat and watch me bleed
I’ll wave my words, I’ll wave them high
You know I ain’t afraid to die
And if only I could get
One last cigarette
I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to
When I was you
And you, were me
And we both were, in love
With living
A crucifix contained in a jar
Is all that’s left of who we are
We’re Chained in crimson clouds forgot
An endless sky of burned out stars
And I remember when I was young
I felt alone, confused, and drunk
I was never given much of a chance
They took the life right out of my hands
And if only I could get
One last cigarette
I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to
When I was you
And you, were me
And we both were, in love
With living
Candles burn down to the wick
A Picture of the time that’s left
Life’s so short and it’s so hard
It makes you feel like you’ve been tricked
I wish that I could go back
To a time when I could laugh
And Feel so beautiful I could die
Stay awake all night and cry
And if only I could get
One last cigarette
I’d smoke it, the way, that I used to
When I was you
And you, were me
And we both were, in love
With living
Sunken anchors, rusted chains
Words are written all in wain
Friend you don’t have me to blame
I was a sinner, not a saint.
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