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Strychnine Medley
03:54
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I get drunk and I fall down smash my face all over the ground
I get drunk and cannot see, blood in my face in front of me
I'm a drunk (blah blah)
I'm a drunk blah blah blah
Immortalized dead and gone
my last drink is bought and owned
set me down pour in a drink
i don't care if it's swim or sink
temporary suicide preserved in alcohol
pick me up and watch me fall
temporary suicide preserved in alcohol
i made it to my last fall
Shit out of luck my dying impression
far away look unsightly projection
caught on a life that's so far away
swinging mad from this worldly display
I'm shit out of luck and I don't give a fuck
this world is a dick and you fucking suck
shit out of luck, I'm shit out of luck
and I don't give a flying mother... fuck.
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Eternity:
When I still a child, I’d stare out on the sea
My thoughts they seemed to flow back through eternity
Did I do something so wrong, somewhere along the line --
Or in another life, now I pay for my crimes...
Take me, eternity
On earth and in high heaven
There’s no place for me
Sometimes I get to thinking
‘bout what’s wrong and what’s right
To stay here’s unbearable
To leave’s just not right
So I look out on the stars, and I think I see a light
But I blink, and it’s gone… another long night
Take me eternity,
On earth and in high heaven
There’s no place for me
When will my work be over
My time on earth end
The toils of life be ending
Going back home again
What of a home in heaven? -- I never will know
I’m waiting for the leaving, but where will I go
Take me eternity
On earth and in high heaven
There’s no place for me
There’s no place for me and I guess it’s all right
I’ll best be leaving, tomorrow, good night
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it's gettin to be that time again
when the moon shines through the pines
and the achin in my heart seems to tear my legs apart
setting my woods on fire
at times like this it's sad but true:
I want what my vibrator can't do
Just for tonight with the moon shining bright,
I'd like to be with a man... you'll do.
So come on my sweet candy crush
This waiting's a little too much
Don't want to be your wife, I got me a life
I just want to feel some touch
Don't worry about what's wrong or right
you only live once or twice, then you die
So towards that be bed we'd best be rushin'
I'd still want to fuck you even if you weren't my cousin
Your little boy is sleeping and the door's shut tight
you don't have to worry, if, in the night
he hears me moan and holler well it's all right
just tell him over breakfast that you had a wild night
So come on my sweet candy crush
let's get together and smush
We'll both get laid, we'll do it pretty safe
and you won't regret it much
Free love calling and it can’t be long
Phobias and hangups -- so far gone
So fire up your furnace, let them flames a burn us
and we'll sweep up the ashes in the morning
Let's put our heads together and our bodies too
bring along your girlfriend if she does women too,
just want you in my pants help relieve me of my cramps
do me the way I should be, honey
be my sweet candy crush...
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4. |
Dublin Prison Blues
02:43
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Marked Woman
03:14
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My Little Brother
03:59
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It’s two am. in the morning
My brother, he’s quite ill
My mama died a year ago
And my daddy he’s in jail
I look out the window and I wonder
What will the darkness bring?
I hear the cry of the great speckled bird
Somehow it don’t sing so sweet
In my dreams I often wander
To the city and the lights
Where a woman don’t have to labor her life
Being a farmer’s wife
This farm will suck all the life out of me
And this family will bleed me dry
If not in that city, then here in my dreams
I will break free and fly
Got a ticket in my pocket
Got a burning in my will
And the only thing that’s holding me back
Is my brother, lingering still
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It’s five thirty-five and the morning sunlight
Shines on my brother’s breast
His lips they are white and his breath it is neigh
He’s joined my mama in rest
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Show It To You
04:08
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Another day older and I ain’t feeling strong
But I’m finding my way back to where I belong
It’s a long lonely road, but I’m travelling on
Watching the moon and singing my song
Show it to you, my love for you’s through
You said give me your love and I gave it to you
I’m taking it back now and starting anew
Show it to you, my love for you’s through
Time sometimes comes when you can’t find the door
You’d never leave me, you’d ask me what for
I’m saving you trouble, so please don’t be sore
This song says I’m gone, you won’t see me no more
Show it to you, my love for you’s through
You said give me a sign and I wrote one for you
I got time on my hands lord and not much to do
But show it to you, my love for you’s through
Show it to you, I hope this gets through
My absence will tell you that this heart has flew
The clouds are all drifting, the moon’s shining through
And baby I’m shining, and I’ll show it to you
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The Missin' Cousins Oakland, California
The Missin' Cousins are from Oakland California. We have played Alameda County & Western music since 1994, in bars, BART
stations, jail, institutions, benefits, streets, parties, etc. Much of our songs are made up, and we play a lot of folk & country songs we love.
Suzanne Pegas (singing/drums)
Elizabeth Zirker (singing/violin)
David Modersbach (singing/ guitar)
+ a cast of missin' cousins.
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