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your face is a melody I hum underneath my breath
on my way with the better part of today left
to show you life I know it will mean my death
and the warm wet nights
just like lips that linger
I walked and walked and never thought to stop
or blow it a kiss goodbye as it slipped through my fingers
and it doesn't make it any better
but It dont mean I have to care
it doesn't really change anything for me
on my way and i'm taking those baby steps
sweet are the sidewalks for which I have slept
to show you life I know it will mean my death
and the warm wet nights
just like lips that linger
I walked and I walked and never thought to stop
and blow it a kiss goodbye as it slip through my finger
and it would't make it any better
and it don't mean I have to care
I should be satisfied stealing the air I breathe
run with the tumbleweeds stuck in the gutter life
you belong to the bumblebees you belong to the butterflies
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Sunshine & Parasites
04:15
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I Love L.A.
03:20
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I love l.a.
He loves his money
she loves his speed
I love l.a.
He pissed his pants
getting of the bus
he pissed on my leg
and if you go
to hollywood
the fried chicken's good
she loves his money
he loves t.v.
I cant leave
it's sixty degress
everyday
I love the freaks
on venice beach
freaks just like me
the prostitutes
they are so rude
then they take my pay
those swimming pools and movie stars
i've got It made
he loves his speed
she loves his speed
I love his speed
I love l.a.
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Whistle in the wind
lord knows where I been
its like trying to see in the dark
living in and out of sin
again and again
at least I know when satan is playing his part
look for the signs
dont bogart that wine
shit, you know the nights never end
but I must have been blind
to leave it all behind
and know i'd never be coming back here again
every place looks the same
for a man with name
counting up the change
and washing the stains
the little memories of all the nights gone past
driving in the rain
i'm going insane
it's all just one big pain in my ass
loud and obscene
and far from clean
it's nowhere is where we are all bound
if the grass was green
I would have stayed in eugene
but I think i'd rather be driving around
but every place looks the same
for a man with no name
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Darling my bones are aching
from overuse and strain
and day by day i've been losing my brain and I have less and less to say to you
darling my bones are weak
and my legs are to run
my scrawny frame it calls out your name
but i'm already deaf blind and dumb
darling wave goodbye to this place
just like a monkey being shot into space
with a bit of luck and an empty cup
and a tear rolling down your face
you, you belong to me
you, you belong to me
on the dark side of the street
darling pay no attention to that old spinning wheel
no one is left, no one at all except for time
to kill, eventually we'll make him stand still and die a thousand deaths in
each others arms
darling we were kings and queens
of skeletons and zombies
and I had a beautiful dream
the boiling sea it flooded the streets
so I hitch-hiked back down to new orleans
to accept all the dead love you once offered me
you, you belong to me
you, you belong to me
on the dark side of the street
this is the saddest parade
and it's the last parade of the day
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Ain't no Home
01:50
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Foodstamps in Heaven
04:44
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Ghosts in the Blankets
02:15
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Hole in my Head
02:48
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Napping in the Noontime
03:47
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Pigs Will Fly
04:10
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Small Doses
03:47
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Chris Jeffries San Francisco, California
If Lou Reed had lived in the '30s and had an affinity for moonshine instead of heroin, he would sound dangerously close to the delicate rootsiness of what Chris Jeffries is creating. Combining the swagger of Mr. Reed with the bad-luck living and roaring fingerpicking of folk stalwarts like Lead Belly, Jeffries creates a sound that could be plucked straight out of your granddaddy's Crosley ... more
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