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Wreck
02:54
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I got a cold I guess it don't look good,
so many bills keep flying through my door,
I found some peace in knocking holes in my apartment.
I lost the keys and now I don't have to lock it.
I'm staying in every night, cause these swells are getting redder and redder
I got a job but I could never pay mortgage, there's no way that I could ever afford college. A ways a way and this is what I've been given, getting hard for the living to keep on living..
Try not to focus on that, these swells are getting redder and redder
and the rich might lynch you.
Six bucks and hour constitutes some man's life, just hope he has three kids and a wife. Cause he can send them to work and get pay. Let's have some human farm animal play
Get replays on some drug out story,
People are tired and they don't have to worry,
Kill the Rich, maybe that oughta matter.
If not so, at least enjoy your new sweater.
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Dazzle Train
03:55
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You/ I see you moving on up/ getting on down to some played out ol' funky/ me, I'm just fooling around/ got shit on my shoes and my satin just sunk in
Can't you see that I'm ready to boogie/ Can't you see that I'm doing it all night
The Ride/ is plated silver all reaches/ the steam from the stack is blue misty with stardust/ and I, I'm trying to keep up with you/ taking gold little pills and a pink little line or two
Can't you see that I'm ready to boogie/ Can't you see that I'm doing it all night
I'm losing track of time/ my mind is cruising down some boogie line
Boogie line/ no telling where we're going/ Boogie line/ don't get behind
Boogie line/ no telling where we're going/ Boogie line/ don't get behind
I Fell Behind.... (middle part)
You I see your big ol' caboose/ laid it right on me like a big juicy melon/ now, I started closing my eyes/ and all things before me kept on rocking to the Dazzle Train!!
Can't you see that I'm ready to boogie/ Can't you see that I'm doing it all night
I'm losing track of time/ my mind is cruising down some boogie line
Ah That boogie line/ I'm rolling down/ That boogie line/ keep rolling down
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3. |
Holes in My Soul
05:06
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Push you around, please forgive me
you've got your grounds now, to lay and forget me
All I want is to be alone, turn this house into a cozy home
and when you pass I won't return no stare
won't acknowledge now what could still be there
And you won't wear holes in my soul
and you won't be told where to go
and you won't be roped in no lies
Now is never forever in time
Stay on the ground, that drink is catching up with you
you say things are over, over and over
and you've lost all sense of what to do
Think I knew you better before
when everything you said was an act of war
and now watching you makes a patience thin
like all the past is set to begin again
And you won't wear holes in my soul
and you won't be told where to go
and you won't be roped in no lies
Now is never forever in time
Now is never forever
I pushed you away from me
and I made my whole damn life up
if it wasn't for how I went about
then I think I'd be forever stuck
and you take a little bit along the way
a little time and money, put it in the tray
and when it's gotten full it has to go back down
seems the only way we're ever get around
And you won't wear holes in my soul
and you won't be told where to go
and you won't be roped in no lies
Now is never forever in time
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Shackled
03:50
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Babe you don't thrill the way you used to do
I'm missing things that I outgrew for you
I run it over thousand times in my brain
I'm splitting off while I'm still sitting sane
You got me Shackled, this time I'll say the word, you'll leave for good tonight
I don't know to clam on up or say
I can't make good with words on cue
I can't sit through and think of only good
Knowing I have a way to make you misunderstand me
You got me Shackled
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5. |
The Night Show
06:29
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6. |
Not Around
03:43
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7. |
Hocus
04:41
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8. |
Crash Test (1st Version)
03:54
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9. |
Da Na Da
03:18
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Da Na Da Da Na Da, seeing I'm not around, your headed for the deepest hole this side of town.
Dose dollop till your nose it starts to bleed, the ones you hold too close always takes a heat
Teeter up across two or three flights of stairs, you find the place you want to be has the thinnest ledge. Every other two nights or when you get your sleep, your running out of room, you better watch your feet....
People watch, but you don't want them watching you. Burning down the street whatcha think their gonna do. There ain't no air getting to your head, you dragged us down till we think it's getting better there, Everyone you say falls lower of your view, we're rolling over cause we're taking care. Don't wait, what your running from gets the sheep, your gonna find out when it's way too late....
Found some friends where you can get a little wet, think their friends but you haven't really met them yet. Can't have both of what you've had and what you think you want, one will die one has to make a start. Where you lie has never been real clear, if it was it would be through glass soaking in a beer, go on get out of here. Those people you know, they ain't that nice.....
Da Na Da Da Na Da spent days soaking in your tears, face got puffed till it looked like you been beat for years. Scrapping late never seemed a big worry, till you lost control of what you thought was most important. If you roll and come back one year, I'll be sitting where you know me to stop and wait. Don't Die, Don't Die on me. Don't think that way....
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Whole Life
05:05
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Death drove by me in a cadillac, and I saw me in the mirror just looking back, screaming through the fumes this ain't the path, cause I know I'm dead either way.
Whatever, I'm just a milktoast sinner with no life, rest hard every day only sleep at night. And you know I know who I am.. a broken man.
Now you know, Now you know, Now you know you ain't livin. And this hole in your life is the hole you keep diggin. Now ya know, Now ya know.
Now you know, Now you know, Now you know you ain't livin. And the woes and the drags and the pain just keeps winning. Now you know, Now you know, that's my whole life...
Yep, got a wrought iron will that melts to rust, every time I give a hand or beg your trust, you'll screw me either way..
So rest now, cause you'll find yourself alone at sunrise, use wads of toilet paper to dry your eyes, and now I know who I am, a broken man.
Now you know, Now you know, Now you know you ain't livin and the hole that's your life is the hole you keep digging, now you know, now you know,
Now you know, Now you know, Now you know you ain't living all the woes and the drags and the pain just keeps winning. Now you know, Now you know, that's my whole life...
Well, getting thrown to the wolves around every turn, try to carry that torch but I get the burn, what's to prove is everyday.
Bleed some, got the scars to prove but keep pressing on, Be quick now or be the first to pull the gun. Cause this ain't what I am...a broken man.
Now you know, Now you know, Now you know you ain't living all the hole that's your life is the hole you keep digging, now you know, now you know.
Now you know, Now you know, Now you know you ain't living and the woes and the drags and the pain just keeps winning, now you know, now you know, that's my whole life.
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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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