1. |
Little m Blues
01:36
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2. |
Suicide Slow
02:48
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SUICIDE SLOW
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2007)
I guess this is as good as I'm gonna make it
I guess this is as bright as the sun's gonna glow
I guess the bottom half is the top of my glass
I'm gonna take it slow, suicide slow
Gonna take it real slow
Suicide slow
I guess this is as much fun as I'll ever have
I guess this is the best that I'll ever know
I guess you get the message is an S.O.S
I'm gonna take it slow, suicide slow
Gonna take it real slow, suicide slow
I'm gonna go real slow, suicide slow
I'm gonna die real slow,
Suicide slow
I guess I've said the best lines
And loved the best loves of my life
And out of all the seeds I've spilled
This is all that's gonna grow
But if I've seen the high times
Then I'm loathe to see the low
I'm gonna take it slow, suicide slow
I'm gonna take it real slow, suicide slow
I'm gonna go real slow
I'm gonna die real slow,
Suicide slow
Out on Colfax I was talking to some guy who's in the know
He grabbed me by the shoulders and he said "Hey listen BRO"
"If you've learned all the lessons in the world then there's still one more left to go,"
You gotta take it slow, suicide slow
You gotta go real slow
You gotta die real slow,
Suicide slow
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3. |
Chinese Telephone
03:02
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CHINESE TELEPHONE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
Got a Chinese Telephone
To dial a one night stand
Got a ledger made of foam
That opens cuts on command
Got some bullets
Got a gun
Got an open eye for fun
Got a bottle of cranberry juice
This pistol hurts when it shoots
Midnight motel
Window seat
Flowered curtains, knotted sheets
To stomp a spider, to catch a thief
Stomachaches in my dreams
You got to the count of twelve
To pack your bags and go
Woke up with the latest hole
And my Chinese Telephone
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4. |
Nye Beach Blues
02:13
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NYE BEACH BLUES
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
(They're in a big fight
Because one of them jumped on the pier
They're biting at each other)
Nye, sauntering long
An ocean down at the end of town
Salt dollop a wall
Windows in the motel room
Die, sleep in the car
Wake up down and walk around
Nye, Newport Blue
An ocean down at the end of town
Fate poured the ocean
Fate poured me
Fate poured the ocean
Fate poured me
Sea, south in the sun
Central Park in a seagull town
Nye, headlights on
Autumn's off at 9 o' clock
Fate poured the ocean
Fate poured me
Fate poured the ocean
Fate poured me
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5. |
Safe Side
03:46
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SAFE SIDE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C 2007)
There's a safe side, keep out the cows from the steakhouse
There's a safe side, stay out of the eyes of the hoot-owls
Keep a mile from the Ides of March and motel towels
There's a safe side away from the tops of the charts
Diamond ring sparkling, sirens sing, the Devil say "Oh nah nah nah!"
Sinking ships on my sleeve, crown a king, the Devil say "Oh nah nah nah!"
Uh oh, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
Keep a safe side away from your friends and your lovers
Keep a safe side away from your fathers and mothers
Keep a safe eye out for the hate in your heart-throb
Keep a safer eye out for the hands on your doorknob
Diamond ring sparkling, sirens sing, the Devil say "Oh nah nah nah!"
Sinking ships on my sleeve, crown a king, the Devil say "Oh nah nah nah!"
Uh oh, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!
Keep a safe side out!
Keep a safe side out!
Keep a safe side out!
Keep a safe side out!
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6. |
Come Around The Corner
02:23
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COME AROUND THE CORNER
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
Come around the corner and be my baby
Come around the corner and be my baby
I promise my sweetheart I won't be angry
Come around the corner and be my baby
Be my baby
Sunset's a sundown
Sunrise a sunup
Can't oven children at play
So come around the corner and be my baby
Come around the corner and be my baby
I'll love your forever if I love you a day
Come around the corner and be my baby
Be my baby
Sunset's a sundown
Sunrise a sunup
Can't oven children at play
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7. |
Pretty Sow
02:42
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PRETTY SOW
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
Face in the clouds
A slide in the show
The more I find out about it
The less I know
An eye to cry
A row to hoe
The more soil I turn the less I grow
And how
You need a pretty sow
A pretty sow
A pretty sow
Twirling the twine
Out of a lasso O
The more I cast it out
The less I rope
A man to die
A widow to mope
The more I find out about it
The less I want to know
You need a pretty sow
A pretty sow
A pretty sow
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8. |
Human To Be
03:17
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HUMAN TO BE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
Tell me, are you a human being
Are you a human being
Are you a human being?
Or tell me, are you a human to be
Are you a human to be
Are you a human to be?
Tell me, are you a human being
Or a human to be?
Tell me, are you a government man
Are you are a government man
Are you are a government man?
Tell me, are you a government man
Are you are a government man
Are you are a government man?
Tell me, are you a human being
Or a human to be?
Tell me, baby, are you a human being
Are you a human being
Are you a human being?
Or tell me, baby, are you a human to be
Are you a human to be
Are you a human to be?
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9. |
Face Like A Trigger
02:11
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FACE LIKE A TRIGGER
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2007)
Well you got a
Face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
WOO!
Well, you're walking downtown with your SCARFACE on
You're walking downtown with your SCARFACE on
You're walking downtown with your SCARFACE on
But you ain't got nothing to shoot
Well, you're walking downtown on the gangster planks
You're walking downtown on the gangster planks
You're walking downtown on the gangster planks
Cuz you ain't got nothing to lose
You got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
WOO!
You watched TV all day now you're out on the street
You watched TV all day now you're out on the street
You watched TV all day now you're out on the street
And you think you're in a video
BUT YOU'RE NOT
You're in America and that's where you are
BUT YOU'RE NOT
You're in America and that's where you are
BUT YOU'RE NOT
You're in America and that's where you are
With the billboards screaming at you
You got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
WOO!
You got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
A face like a trigger
Got a face like a trigger
WOO!
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10. |
Slow Poke
03:00
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SLOW POKE
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter C. 2007)
Middleweight reprobate
Too old to die young
He's a real slow poke
A face in a private dawn
Preaching on
I make so many rules
I break them
Over and over
In case you didn't know
The Blarney Stone
Is perched over a hole
It's the perfect foil
For a slow poke
Slow poke
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11. |
Worldly
02:29
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WORLDLY
(Lyrics By Patrick Porter C. 2007)
Don't you try to bury me
I'm farther than you'll ever be
I know so many, coming by
I'm here alone, don't ask me why
Take all my thoughts of you
Process them one then two
These words they do express
The deepest of regrets
Don't you try to bury me
I'm deadbeat now but I won't always be
I know that you're not coming by
I wait for you, don't ask me why
Take all my thoughts of you
Process them one then two
These words they do express
The deepest of regrets
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12. |
Champagne Of Bores
05:32
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CHAMPAGNE OF BORES
(Lyrics by Patrick Porter, C. 2007)
It's been two years of cars going by right outside the window
Two years of life passing by-- me and you, me and you
Two years of bums always asking us for money
But you don't wanna give up what you got, and I never have any
Two years of TV screens, bags of trash, and comic relief
Two years of bags of weed, cans of beer, and walls that bleed
Two years of kitchen drawers filled with tips from your waitressing
Two years of you and me, just being
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
We gotta call it a day
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
I never really want to say goodbye, all the way
It's been two years of waiting around for pigs to fly
It's been two years in separate rooms, the old college try
It's been two years of lazy days, lazy shrugs, and lazy ways
Two years of loving you without a damn thing to say
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
We gotta call it a day
Baby baby baby baby baby baby baby
I never really want to say goodbye, all the way
I love you anyway
I love you anyway
I love you anyway
I love you anyway
(That's the sound of the wind in the willows)
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Patrick Porter Austin, Texas
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