1. |
Spit On You
01:46
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2. |
Slave Vacation
01:31
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I woke up in the morning
with tight chains round my wrists
my ankles also shackled
secure me for the trip
I say I don’t speak spanish
but they don’t seem to mind
guess I look like and athlete
assured me I’d be fine
now I’m on a
slave vacation
don’t know when I’ll come back
but
when I get through here
I promise to send ya’ll all my love
My skin is black and bitten
but still burns beneath the sun
I guess this goddamn cotton pickin
aint made for everyone
bout time that I try to escape
and go and find my wife
but hey I’m jussah nigger
my masser own my life
yeah I’m on a
slave vacation
don’t know when I’ll come back
but
when I get through here
I promise to send you all my love
I really need to piss
&
I really need to shit
&
I really need your kiss
&
I really miss my kids
&
I really think that’s it
cause this aint no way live
&
I think I may give in cause it’s only
just a whip-indeed
I’m on a
slave vacation
don’t know when I’ll come back
but when I get through here
I’ll be sure to send you all my love
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3. |
His Name Is Jane
03:25
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His name was Jane
and everyone knew it
his parents met at a jesuit brunch in
a non premature birth
a healthy newborn
he grew around plays of a war but that was no fun
Only time will tell when “he" gets displaced
and becomes the woman of the new “race"
His name was Jane and everyone knew it
his name was john but that didn’t do it
he stood near 7' tall but inside was taller
living life like this was still fit for a father
Only time will tell when “he” gets displaced
and “he" becomes she and “it" is erased
Only time will tell when “he” gets displaced
and SHE becomes ME and all is the same
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4. |
Trains
03:21
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Looking
forward
to getting out of this ol’ miserable place
head high
strong willed
to deliver yourself
no horse
no car
only your two legs and a semi blind dog
best bet
to do
is to jump on a train
you chose to spend your time
singing around to crookers and junkies
and now it’s time to leave all those
behind and joining the best of the drunkies
you need to start out
new again
but can’t go where you came from
right now the life’s the life of an
adventurous train hop
your days
consists of
moving from town to town to town
each spot
your home
for a night at best
clothes hold
with holes
for each of the times
you fell on your face
head high
strong willed
to deliver yourself
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5. |
Water Under The Bridge
02:03
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I’m so happy to be here
it’s been a while
since I last seen your face
we were in a such a different place
when we last left each other
we had said goodbye
and promised ourselves not to cry
our tears are
water under the bridge
we didn’t have to say much
at best all that we needed was our touch
we spent the whole night talking
about our plans
about our past and how they stands
and realized it’s all a bunch of sand
we then looked at each other
and pressed our lips against each other’s lips
our spit is
water under the bridge
a river flowing gift
a stream of everything
we have not lived
water under the bridge
in no longer a drift
our words have done their damage
now lets swim
it’s a shame, why we haven’t done this soon before?
because sometimes it takes time to be more
and dear we’ve done more than enough to wet the floor
todays the first day that we’ll realize, that we’ll never leave each other’s side
I’m with you
till the day I die
we only deserve the simple things, and the sweet ol' things
and things that make us want to laugh
and for that
you’re the one I have
you’re everything I have
the one I’ll take to the moon and stars and back
it’s all water under the bridge
and everything that happened
was done to make us
see that that we could
be
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6. |
I Was A Teenage Jerry
02:31
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