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I Talk To Strangers
05:01
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Who wrote the book? Who child, you did/ you're who they make the gold for/ you aggravate all my wants to be some big player in a world on rich means/ how do I walk one way?/ you have the answers I've been asking all day so you say/
I Talk to Strangers/ I talk the ghosts/ Your great indifference shows you need me the most/ I speak through priests and I speak through men/ make sure my presence stays strong as way back when/
Not doing any favors, making new believers/ my followers are strangers to what I represent/ Not doing any favors, making new believers/ my followers are strangers to what I really meant/
Now no soldier could interrupt your Rome/ no one person fits the frame of you Psalms/ the whole business takes the hopeless as prey/ push them in and then toss them away/ I read the book/ I said the lines/ got a good feeling it's not you who's behind this/
I Talk to Strangers/ I Talk to ghosts/ Your great indifference shows you need me the most/ Don't act by dogma, look to a proof/ All your believers have raped the truth that's you
Not doing any favors, making new believers/ my followers are strangers to what I represent/ Not doing any favors, making new believers/ my followers are strangers to what I really meant/
If they're gonna die for you maybe let them die for some truth
I Talk to Strangers/ I Talk to ghosts/ Your great indifference shows you need me the most/ Don't act by dogma, look to a proof/ All your believers have raped the truth that's you
Not doing any favors, making new believers/ my followers are strangers to what I represent/ Not doing any favors, making new believers/ my followers are strangers to what I really meant/
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I'm Gonna Burn
03:54
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Babe, you let me know I'm gonna burn
Babe, you let me know I'm gonna burn
But these flames they rise in the church
The beasts flames all rise in the church
Babe, you let me burn for what I done
Seated, along the banks of Acheron
But I'm just, some cinder of the flesh
The heatwave shall cause all to confess
Let them rise/ Get right churches
Let them rise/ Re-poise purpose
Let them rise/ adjourn the judge
Let them rise
Babe, you got me on my hands and knees
These burns, and only sulfur do I breathe
A light of you, I see you in a fog
I reach to you but the higher never stops
Let them rise/ Get right churches
Let them rise/ Re-poise purpose
Let them rise/ adjourn the judge
Let them rise
Babe, you let me know I'm gonna burn
Babe, you let me know I'm gonna burn
Spit to me, for the righteous keeps his tongue
Spit to me, for justice is unsung
Let them rise/ Get right churches
Let them rise/ Re-poise purpose
Let them rise/ adjourn the judge
Let them rise
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3. |
Keep the Lights On
05:03
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Baby, I'm no smooth operationist/ you know I'm under high stress everyday when I get home/ now you may have had your last kiss/ with me but that was last year/ let's get a cheap room/
Passing by look up at my window/ babe I keep a key on hand if you're ever in the mood/ maybe it's just the seasons changing, and I know that/ everything needs a re-arranging/
Well, you feel on up with regret/ you say we can't be just friends/ and I'm just using you/ Now you cant' afford a new place/ but there's no need to worry/ I'll come on up and warm the sheets
Any witness says I'm sleeping with ya/ because you're known to pet the dog that already bit ya/ pretty soon you're making things all hurtful/ now you say you/ opened up to a selfish person
Baby keep the lights on me, if only just to see/ I'll step away from your place/ every time I wind up in the same cold flames, old chains
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Nervous Shakes
03:36
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Another day ends fired from the job that you just got/ you're the man goodie fate seems to roll by, got so used to the 'ol put me down/ and all the people standing in line for their take homes, they might mean to make good but they all know, fourteen dollars a day got 'em done
Chastised/ past any point one knows/ No try/ could ever bring back days/ Your fight/ is yours and yours alone/ That's why/ You've got these nervous shakes
They happen every day/ they'll never go away/ your coming to an age/ here's to a lovely going down
You got some people to help you on out/ help you get by/ you might have to sling dope for a few months, it beats minimum wage/ and all the money needed for all you know that's right/ won't be seen around here 'cause it's held tight/ in 50 years you'll be saying the same
Chastised/ past any point one knows/ No try/ could ever bring back days/ Your fight/ is yours and yours alone/ That's why/ You've got these nervous shakes
They happen every day/ they'll never go away/ your coming to an age/ here's to a lovely going down
(middle)
Chastised/ past any point one knows/ No try/ could ever bring back days/ Your fight/ is yours and yours alone/ That's why/ Can't stop these nervous shakes
They happen every day/ they'll never go away/ your coming to an age/ here's to a lovely going down
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5. |
Who's Going to Jail
06:07
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Out through the door, out my head on down the road/ I see that place, cold dark damp place and I move/out the road up the rail, feel acute on what I can handle/ feel the need to be kept impaired, well you know I've been told well yeah
If you're what you say you are/ I better for better hide my jar/ can't miss no money when you don't hold no cards/ I see you trembling looking lost where you are
Awaiting some call that never comes on time/
I see you walking up all and down the stairs/ I see you calling all those no one there's/ ain't no concerns with any who what's when where's/ yet you're convinced that you're the center of glares
Baby,who's gonna tell/ Babe, who you say you've killed/ Baby, who's gonna care/ When it's you going to Jail
All through the house, six bedroom doors in a hall/ the screams from behind don't spell any joy, by any stretch/ now you say I witnessed a face I shouldn't have saw/ make your case, incriminate, but your case don't make no sense anyway
If you want to shut my mouth up/ that's fine, but you should lay off that drug/ you're getting sloppy in your paranoia/ ain't doing favors getting drunk staying up
Awaiting some call to rat someone out/
Now you're not walking up stairs you're searching feeds/ sitting in the dark upstairs looking at the screen/ and on your shoulder is a silver gleam/ your own reflection is the man you sing to the cops
Baby, who thinks your real/ Baby, who's gonna care/ when it's you going to jail
Your playing by the moon/ don't answer no phone/ your reason to me/ you need space to get clean
You'd rather smoke that rock then put it on some finger/ those fellas you sold out done dropped you in danger/ and I remember then for you what was hell/ nobody came for you once locked in your cell
Baby, you say you've killed/ But then who thinks your real/ Baby who's gonna care/ now it's you gone to jail
Now it's you gone to jail/ now it's you/now it's you gone to jail
Alright, you can tell your tales/ they be coming from that prison cell now
Make right with what got you there/ same story changed for every ear now
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Mama Bleed All Night
02:57
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On the 4th of July/ she was waiting on by the stop to take her to town/ hitched a ride to the store/ worked her hands for a score/ got a stain on her gown
It's her time now and she's going to treat it like there's no certain places between/ her bloodline is casually creeping to places it's never dreamed
Alright
Now her hair's done up high/ enough for spiders to try and make a permanent home/ her makeup is smeared from her eyes/ like she don't even try/ she knows more than most girls
It's her time now and she's going to treat it like there's no certain places between/ her bloodline and who she's been seeing way back since little sixteen
Mama Bleed All Night/ Hoo Hoo Hoo/ Mama Bleed All Night/ Mama Bleeds All Night/ Mama Bleeds All Night
Took a right out the rain/ it was making a way with her 30 foot head/ No ID means a thing/ when you crash like a train/ down the parlor bar steps
It's her time now and she's going to treat it like there's no certain places between/ her bloodline and who she's been seeing way back since little sixteen
Alright
Mama Bleeds All Night/ Hoo hoo hoo/ Mama Bleeds All Night/ Mama Bleeds All Night/ Mama Bleed All Night
Bleed all over/ me/ on me/ all over me
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Thick Modine Raleigh, North Carolina
Thick Modine broadens on a form of rock and roll that melds the swampy funk and growl of southern rock with the raw truth
that is the essence of the blues, often with a hint of the ragged, seat-of-the-pants spontaneity that defined early punk.
Vocals, Guitar / Martin Pitts
Drums / Alex Norris
Bass / Maverick Raber
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