1. |
Party On The Prairie
03:00
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There's a drunk in my pocket
we're asleep in the car
the roads are all tangled
we haven't come very far
we're not going back
back to clean up that mess
the light of the moon burns
a hole right through her dress
We're tying bows 'round swimming pools
and knots around men
as the bartender fills up
our glasses again
my arm is the highway
all blackened and bruised
it circles temptation
as I wrap my arms around you
there's a party on the prairie
and it's all done with mirrors
and we're lonesome so lonesome
so we make like it's real
the horizon's been cut out
and the desert is flat
our bitterness fades
as we drive over the edge
we're not going back
back to clean up that mess
the light of the moon
burns a hole right through her dress
her favorite dress
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2. |
Rich Girl
01:46
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I'm a rich girl
I got mine
I'm a rich boy
I'll get yours
just eight hours
in a day
just eight hours
in a day
I want more
imagination
what's it cost
independence
what's it cost
I'll buy yours
I don't suffer
I don't despair
the world's my blue-green
easy chair
bought and sold
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it's a town like any other
filled with sisters and cousins and brothers
they've got churches, 7-11s, and jails
the desert fills the air
the stars are everywhere
down at the drugstore, beauty parlors and bars
people come from far away
to throw their money away
Las Vegas ain't no place to have a drink
it's something everybody knows
but nobody says so
it ain't the neon, it's the neutrons, that glow
you want to gamble, you ought to
but don't drink the water
Las Vegas ain't no place to have a drink
they've got an Elvis imitator who was born and raised there
and his bones are crumbling away
well sure, it's lots of fun
but the natives there die young
Las Vegas ain't no place to have a drink
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4. |
Trashy White Skin
02:28
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trashy white skin
whiskey and gin
sipping on the ocean
nibbling on sin
violent green sky
look into my eyes
sorrow in the back seat
going for a ride
crackling sun
neighbor's got a gun
true love sleeping
winner ain't won
dog on a chain
money and fame
digging up the back yard
sex with the saints
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5. |
Mad Maria
03:24
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She pours her soul into a glass
just to watch the others drink it
in the darkness of the club
it's hard to tell what it is she's thinking
Her mouth is a little red flag
Her hair wraps all around her
she invents new versions of the old old west
they call her Mad Maria
Mad Maria,
Mad Maria,
She's a lonesome world in a cold cruel girl
they call her Mad Maria
She's painted up nice to make you think
that she looks just like your sister
in the morning you realize
that you've been sleeping with her for years
She wants to wrap herself in virtue
but not unless she has to
she's waiting for a man in the shape of a storm
they call her Mad Maria
Mad Maria,
Mad Maria,
She's a lonesome world in a cold cruel girl
they call her Mad Maria
She has just enough change to get around
and says to herself I ought to settle down
but after she sets that beer glass down
she's picking up teenage boys
She's stretched between the Weekly World News
and the tips of her painted fingers
she says Hollywood is burning and it feels good
they call her Mad Maria
Mad Maria,
Mad Maria,
She's a lonesome world in a cold cruel girl
they call her Mad Maria
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6. |
I Cut Myself
03:03
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I cut myself
but I don't bleed
the sun fell down
into the sea
sugar now
tastes just like salt
and all my friends
they talk too much
I'm leaving now
I've been set free
I cut myself
but I don't bleed
the river's rising
outside my door
I'm walking barefoot
on a brittle floor
he eats cactus
with a spoon
she hears voices
in the living room
I'm leaving now
I've been set free
1 cut myself
but I don't bleed
I've hung my wash
it's in the breeze
coyotes grin
and lick their teeth
strangers walk
through my front door
but don't fear them
anymore
I'm leaving now
I've been set free
I cut myself
but I don't bleed
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7. |
Nobody I Know
02:53
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Nobody I know
lives here anymore
I think they all left town
tell me where did they go
it could have been five years
or an hour ago
nobody said goodbye
and nobody wrote
I don't get no news
I just sit and stare
I leave the TV on
so I won't get scared
I know somebody's out there
wish I knew where they went
I got nobody to talk to
nobody to torment
did I kick your dog
did I hate your dress
did I go and say no
when I should've said yes
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8. |
Little Nomads
02:18
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what goes around is coming back for dinner
sit down and eat your supper's getting cold
we'll engage in pleasant conversation
fine how are you, fine how are you
I'm dangling little nomads from my wrist
my hands are red because of all of this
I'll look great next to a handsome soldier
dancing to a swinging war time beat
we'll drink our beer then quell the revolution
then go to sleep
I'm dangling little nomads from my wrist
my hands are red because of all of this
all the kings horses and all the kings men
are riding into your living room
they want you
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9. |
Prison Song
03:41
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an ordinary woman
with ordinary luck
put her faith in flesh and blood
and found herself locked up
betrayal was the necklace
he placed around her neck
and as her hope walked out the door
she pondered revenge
the wind circled round the lovers
polishing their skin
it cut them out like shadows
and left them paper thin
I might cut out your heart she said
but I can't cut out your sin
but l'II get some satisfaction
doing you in
nobody made her do it
to that she will attest
for the outline of her lover
is the prison she loves best
she said the darkest inspiration
has been a friend of mine
hands as dark as ravens
and the sharpest kitchen knife
I've built a pretty house
with all his pretty bones
and the sunlight makes a lovely pattern
on this prison floor
nobody made her do it
to that she will attest
for the outline of her lover
is the prison she loves best
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10. |
Palomino
02:21
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Pal of mine, up all night
straightening the curtains 'til you get it right
in the morning, don't want to go to work
Swear I'll never button up another man's shirt
You can't iron the crease out of me
Slavery ain't responsibility
Wake up, cross yourself twice
skip a little rope then skip right out of sight
Pal of mine, come real near
I'm rattling my bones, do you want to hear?
The fatted calf is scratching at the door
he wants to come in, I think that he's bored.
Palomino, that's what I am
I'm a drunken pony on the Rio Grande
I'll kneel down in the waist high gross
and listen to your story 'til the verdict is passed
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11. |
Dig a Hole
03:19
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12. |
St. Patricio’s Battalion
02:14
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Captain John 'Reilly
was handsome and smiling
but he'd had enough of lying for the Yanks
so he took off with his men
out of Texas and down in
to Mexico to be hung by the neck
It weren't the señoritas
or lots of cheap tequila
that sent these Irishmen to meet their death
It was something in their blood
that couldn't stand the shoves
of injustice on a nation of free men
St. Patricio's battalion chose to fight their own damn battles
and not fight another dirty U.S. war
they said we're Irishmen who know
that ¡Viva Mexico! is an echo of the cry Free Ireland!
Patrick and Enrique
disgusted, down and bleeding
united and took aim at Uncle Sam
it was a matter of their feeling
but the bullets kept on ringing
and they died there on the burning desert sand
General Winfred Scott
with a medal on his heart
said I'll make these rebels pay unto the end
so in Chapultepec
he hung the rebels by the neck
that's why today old Texas isn't Mex
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13. |
Drinking Song
03:02
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come hear my story you drunken young men
I'm a woman you've known ten times over again
l've kicked up my heels was a right happy whore
I've laid on my back 'til I felt pain no more
I've whispered your name deep into the dark night
I told you the lies that would make you feel right
kissed all your sorrow, so we both could smile
now I'm a woman alone with my life
no I don't want you to buy me a beer
and there's nothing on the juke box that I want to hear
don't spend no more money to get me my kicks
all that I'm saying is passion's a fix
religion or fishing or junk or cheap sex
we're all burning fires to help us forget
the skin and bone fabric of all or our dreams
and the fact that real life just ain't what it seems
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