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Psycho Eddie
02:19
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Psycho Eddie
(Crump)
The bell rang twice for Susie Joe
She’s a block over, 6 feet below
In the ground with her mind still thinking
About his smile and blue eyes twinkling
Psycho Eddie strikes once again
His wild hair and pearly grin
He sits at the counter with a whiskey in hand
Stripes in the car from escaping the pen
Now Ellie May had a similar fate
In the ground of another state
The Indiana beauty, a drugstore queen
Hopped in the car with that teenage dream
Psycho Eddie strikes once again
His wild hair and pearly grin
He sits at the counter with a whiskey in hand
Stripes in the car from escaping the pen
Eddie wasn’t all that bad of a guy
He just loved that glow in their eyes
As he would take them dancing through town
Before the jealously and Jack brought him down
Psycho Eddie strikes once again
His wild hair and pearly grin
He sits at the counter with a whiskey in hand
Stripes in the car from escaping the pen
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(David) Lett Just Can't Be Happy Today
(york)
I wish that you could you see
all that is haunting me
dreams, scares, and nightmares
reveries and fantasies
I wish that you could see
all that is haunting me
dreams, scares, and nightmares
reveries and fantasies
I've been this macabre before
once or twice or maybe more
I wish that you could see
all that is haunting me
dreams, scares, and nightmares
reveries and fantasies
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3. |
Regine
02:00
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Regine
(Lyrics/Music: York)
Well, I
I’m doing just fine
You can tell
By these scars of mine
Just keep on walking on
And I’ll sing this til’ I’m done
Yeah, but I, I’m doing just fine
As she, as she walked in the room
She could tell I was beyond consumed
That grin upon her face
Yeah, it left me misplaced
And all kinds of confused
These books, I’ve read all my life
Didn’t prepare me for that night
‘The Bard’ I was told
Well, it could have been Marlowe
Yeah, but I, I’m doing just fine
Well I know I’ll be alright
If you, if you walk out tonight
Just promise me you’ll be
reading poetry
by the death of every star's pale moon light
This song is all I know
A bitter love never grows old
He died of fuck all, it’s true
A melancholic fool
Yeah I
I’m doing just fine
I said I
I’m doing just fine
I said I
I’m doing just fine
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4. |
Cowboy Stealer
02:27
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Cowboy Stealer
(crump)
The saloon doors open half-past ten
I hope to dance with you once again
With your bloodshot eyes and your bruised misery
The dust gets kicked all around this town
Like a fallen angel right into the ground
Seeing stars and shooting hearts
of the lonely
Cause I’m a cowboy stealer I’m on the run
Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no gun
Just a lasso of time and I’m coming for you
No midwest girl could love you like I do
Lay down your arms and I’ll show to you
The way these spurs move with the cues
I won’t leave you tied up alone tonight
You can saddle on up and settle in
Boots and booze will be the only friends
Of the two of us drawn across the skylight
Cause I’m a cowboy stealer I’m on the run
Ain’t got no money, ain’t got no gun
Just a lasso of time and I’m coming for you
No midwest girl could love you like I do
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5. |
The Athlete
02:53
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The Athlete
(york)
And fuck
this really sucks
i'd do anything just to see you again
and fuck
this really sucks
yead id do anything just to see you again
just to see you again
the greatest catch my dad ever made
was of this skinny kid from burlington
he reached out as if on cue
open air, car lights a dusky hue
head smashing against the door
curves, burns, and not a whole lot more
stoic and calm repeated so many times
he made a catch he called it the "catch of his life"
metaphors and literalisms and punk rockers too
aneurysms, strokes, they all came for you
so we'll bleed this one out, yeah, we''ll bleed until we're due
like King David said, "I will come back to you"
dying degree
graying anomie
dying
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6. |
HWY 78
02:12
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Montana
01:54
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Montana
(york)
When they met
they could see
their love would become another casual-fuckin'-tee
of bad timing
and 'never-minding'
but until then they'll scream and sing this stupid fucking song
whoah oh oh oh
yeah they will sing
whoah oh oh oh
their hearts will ring
burdened causes
baited pauses
too much too soon
too much to do
it's left them stalling
for one last fallin'
it's got them clawing
but until then they'll scream and sing this stupid fucking song
whoah oh oh oh
too much too soon
whoah oh oh oh
too much to do
whoah oh oh oh
yeah they will sing
whoah oh oh oh
their hearts will ring
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The Ballad of Frank Turner (or "goddamn, this song has had so many different names")
(york)
You asked me if it was "worth one last try.”
I looked at you as if, ‘Why fucking not?’
But you turned it back, yeah you turned it back on me
I said, “Ah, I still believe.”
Hoping that maybe just maybe you’ll stay
I know I have made it so complicated
But I’m struggling you see
I’m struggling just to say
That ‘I still believe’
Turning to Turner when times get so low
I don’t think I have many miles left to go
But that’s alright
Yeah, that’s alright with me
Because I still believe
so, we sang:
“I have been drunk now for over two weeks
I passed out and rallied and sprung a few leaks”
Oh but I miss every one,
I miss every one of them
But I still believe
Yeah I still believe
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9. |
Wax & Needle
01:29
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Wax & Needle
(crump)
I could be the wax and you could be my needle
Get you down in the grooves of a pretty little single
Don’t play me like the girls waiting for you at home
I’ll hop on the train and leave you all alone
The clock strikes 12 and I’m ready to go
Don’t leave me stranded here on the dance floor
The tango is a little dance that’s made for two
I hope I’ll be spinning round with you
The Chevy’s busted up and I need a ride
Your Ford can’t be bothered to take a little drive
Stuck here for another hour, maybe two
Let’s wish on the moon like we use to do
The stars are fading out and are waving us good bye
The sun sneaks around with some whiskey and rye
This needle found a home in a new little groove
I hope I’ll keep spinning round with you
Yeah, I hope I’ll keep spinning round with you
Yeah, I hope I’ll keep spinning round with you
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10. |
Kissin' Boys
02:05
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Kissin' Boys
(york)
Yesterday was my last day
they made me give up on my claim
to be someone from somewhere else
so i think i will justify
her broken heart and my black eye
just to get a taste of something else
but if i were bolder
one week fuckin older
i could be someone from somewhere else
but that moment's passed us
and the van is all but gassed up
think i'll go be someone somewhere else
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11. |
Dillinger
02:15
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Dillinger
(crump)
Bonnie and Clyde
they got nothing on us, babe
I'll burn for you
until the stars start to fade
black and white sepia tones
I'll be yours until I'm dust and bones
Blow me to the wind
Tell me time and again
that you're mine
Ol' boy Floyd
tried to drag you away
But honey, tell him that your heart
has found a place to stay
Doll, I've flown from the bars
and straight to your arms
'Bye, bye, Blackbird!'
I'll see you again
when the tide start to turn
Blow me to the wind
tell me time and again
that you're mine
all mine . . .
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12. |
Isakov's Daydream
02:24
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Isakov's Daydream
(york/crump)
Everybody’s looking for something they call love, but I don’t know
Yeah, I don’t know
Left my setup in Tucson, Arizona for a one night stand in Winslow
Scrounging around for change to make the day, but I don’t know
How to get home
Where were you sleeping when I called you this evening, Eleanor
Oh, Eleanor
The moon hangs different in the sky
Ever since you left that night
The spirits in the trees still haunt me
Who’s gonna drag my bones down that Sedona pine line tonight?
What’s between the devil and the liar
Is it you, is it me that’s left in the fire
What if the flames and the burning aren’t eternity
If it’s the living and breathing that’s killing me
Oh, Eleanor
Come sit by my feet at the shore
Remind me how to be, how to sit and smile and breathe
I don’t want to go home on my own tonight
I’m not going home alone tonight
The spirits in the trees still haunt me
I buried my sins and the tragedy down that Sedona pine line tonight
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13. |
Punks Don't Go to Prom
01:21
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Punks Dont Go to Prom
(york)
17 in art class
listening to the Pistols, Damned and The Clash
when this rude boy threatened to kick my ass
about a rumor he'd heard from my past
He said "Punks don't go to prom!"
Oi! Oi! Oi!
I know I'm doing it wrong
Oi! Oi! Oi!
it shoulda been a better song
Oi! Oi! Oi!
but punks don't go to prom
Next year came, it came and went
and once again, I was tempted
but I thought about what crustie would say
or that guy from the Dead Kennedys
They'd say,"Punks don't go to prom!"
Oi! Oi! Oi!
I know I'm doing it wrong
Oi! Oi! Oi!
it shoulda been a better song
Oi! Oi! Oi!
but punks don't go to prom
This song 'needs a third verse', I'm told
here's hoping that it doesn't get old
if it does you know it's Sarah's fault
i bet that asshole went to prom
I said, "Punks don't go to prom!"
Oi! Oi! Oi!
I know you're doing it wrong
Oi! Oi! Oi!
yeah, it shoulda been a better song
Oi! Oi! Oi!
but punks don't go to prom
(repeat once more a cappella for added awkwardness!)
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