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Welcome To Cashville
05:40
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Lyrics by VOLK
It was another gray day in that city of play,
You know them swampies got their heads up their back way
We took our drums and guitar to a damn techno bar,
Them kids these days don’t dig swing and sway
Bar man said, excuse me ma'am, can’t bring that crap around
We traded rocknroll for all night DJ’s
I said, “Well that’s okay, we don’t mind anyway.
You go to hell, we’re going to Lonestar State!”
Ooh hoo
Well it’s just like Davey Crockett said,
Ooh hoo
You go to hell babe, and I’m going to Texas
It was another gray day in that city of play,
You know them swampies got their heads up the back way
We took our drums and guitar to a damn techno bar
Them kids these days don’t dig swing and sway
Bar man said, excuse me ma'am, can’t bring that crap around
We traded rocknroll for all night DJ’s
I said well that’s okay, we don’t mind anyway.
You go to hell, we’re going to Lonestar State
Ooh hoo
Well it’s just like Davey Crockett said,
Ooh hoo
You go to hell babe, and I’m going to Texas
Break it down!
Welcome to Cashville (repeated)
Well this one’s for Waylon, and this one’s for Willie,
and this is for the great Townes Van Zandt,
And good old Steve Earle, ‘cause if there was justice in this world
he’d be the king of fucking Nashville
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2. |
Little Games
04:04
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Lyrics by Chris Lowe
You’ve got your evil ways
Wrap me up, in your little games,
Where the only thing that I’m winning is heartache and pain,
And I only got to look in the mirror to see who’s to blame
For playing along with your little games.
You’ve got your sinister schemes
To make me fall into your delusional dreams
Where the only thing that I’m dreaming of is running away,
But like a tiny insect caught in your web
You’re wrapping me up in your little games.
You must think I’m some kind of pawn that you can play chess with
And just throw away.
Move me upside down, side to side;
Love for you is just a little game.
You must think I’m some kind of dog you can play fetch with
But just tell to stay.
Love for you is just a little game.
You’ve got your evil ways
To wrap me up, in your little games.
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3. |
Honey Bee
03:53
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Lyrics by Eleot Reich
I’m waiting for my one true love,
To come and rescue me
From my own loose hands, one night stands, and the evil running free
He’s dancin’ that ol’ two step, on his barefeet
He’s making pie that’ll get you high
Adding whiskey to your tea
Lonely, lonely, lonely for his touch
And I just might die if he’s not here soon,
It’s Honey Bee or bust
I’ve got to, got to, got to, find my honey bee
He’s somewhere here, far or near, looking for my company
I close my eyes and pray to god for the glory that he’ll bring
Sweet love all day, it’s the only way, for him and me to be
Lonely, lonely, lonely for his touch
And I just might die if he’s not here soon,
It’s Honey Bee or bust
X2
(Chris Banta monologue)
Lonely, lonely, lonely for his touch
And I just might die if he’s not here soon,
It’s Honey Bee or bust
X2
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4. |
I Fed Animals
03:47
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Lyrics by Eleot Reich
I fed animals waiting so long for you
One wink to the lion, did not know what else to do
And I will rise from the weight of my truth
Baby I fed animals waiting so long for you
Don’t feed the animals, what my daddy said to me
They’ll bit you right back, leave you begging on your knees
But it’s not in my nature, I’d rather by fed than feed
To much mess in the kitchen makes this girl go crazy
But you took so long to get back to me
So baby I fed animals, and it tastes like victory
I’m in my mind trying to make up an excuse
But love is love, and you’ve got nothing left to prove
So I’m walking free and I’m writing my own rules
This here’s for all you wild and independent souls
Number one, don’t waste your time
Number two, serve what you love
Number three, feed animals and you can rise above
Crocodile, elephant, or chimpanzee
It don’t matter the animal, you know they all get hungry
Two quick bites, he didn’t even need to chew
Baby I fed animals and I did it without you
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5. |
Atlanta Dog
04:17
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Lyrics by Eleot Reich
I was born on a Thursday
I was born doing it my way
Headed east to Tenneesee
Well riding that line, it’s how it goes
Nobody cares to make it to your shows
Is there something in the water, or am I going numb
‘Cause I don’t need drugs to fuck me up
I don’t need no drink in that sippy cup
Playing music on the road does the job
And you can hold on to your Atlanta Dog
Take a Lonestar beer and a jap guitar
Play three long hours in a damn Dallas bar
It’s a holy right of passage, fighting apathy
‘Cause no one wants to listen to your song
They’d rather drink that whiskey till the heartache’s gone
What’s the matter man, are you feeling too much
‘Cause I don’t need weed to fuck me up
I don’t need no Jack in that sippy cup
Hell bleedin’ on my snare does the job
I said hold on to your Atlanta Dog
Lots of fine men want to get with me
They want to boogie with the woman wearing shiny things
Want to dance till dawn with my heart
Well listen up boy I’m gonna make you feel
All that crazy shit that you’d consider real
Hot tears running down like East Texas summer rain
‘Cause I don’t need cocaine to fuck me up
I don’t need no Shiner in that sippy
Playing two hundred shows a year does the job
Waylon hold onto your Atlanta Dog
Never cared much for Californ-I-A
Too much fun in the sun it’s always holiday
Need a good dark cloud to dampen my dreams
‘Cause I’m looking for the moon in Tennessee
Yah give me that moon in Tennesee
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6. |
Old Palestine (TX)
03:49
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Lyrics by Chris Lowe
Old Palestine, your head hangs high
Over long empty homes and a busted streetlight
Old Palestine, you kept your pride
But Davey’s dogwoods have withered and died
And Old Palestine, with your two-faced stare
And your same old train tracks, yah leading nowhere
This town is quicksand, put its pride in its prisons
And it’s only the lucky who get out alive,
Of Old Palestine
And Old Palestine, once upon a time
You had an old opera house, but it was nickeled and dimed
And Old Palestine, holy land is your kind
Different churches every Sunday for the Brown, Black, and white
And Old Palestine, yah your head hangs high
‘Cause you murder your poor, with the law on your side
This town is quicksand, put its pride in its prisons
And it’s only the lucky who get out alive,
Of Old Palestine
You taught our fathers to lie
You taught our mothers to cry
And Old Palestine you said, we’d never get out alive
Of Old Palestine
Well Old Palestine, never paid for you crimes
Gone with the Wind, yah you’re lost in time
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7. |
Yorkshire Girl
03:28
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Lyrics by Chris Lowe
Well every time I’m asking you’re pretending not to hear
So I’m asking again but you’re already out that door
Now Yorkshire girl it’s just a simple question
Don’t require too much of your attention
I’m just asking for your hand and your heart
I’ve got a real white horse that will ride you into the sunset (a real white horse)
Got plenty of hill country won’t even feel that lost (Nashville TN that is)
Now Yorkshire girl I’m struggling to speak your language,
So I’m crossing this channel just to get you a message
I’m just asking for your hand and your heart
I’ll be leaving on the last train darling
I ain’t got much left to lose
But the English sense of humor’s got this poor country boy
Just a little bit more than confused
And if you’re trying to get Nashville, don’t let a cat be getting your tongue
I’ll call up the queen of England to book the next flight, straight out of London
Every time I’m seeing you
Got a War of Roses in my heart
And I’m wishing Mary Poppins cough syrup could make my Yorkshire shakes all gone
Cause I’m like a monkey begging for a banana
Yorkshire I’ve fallen for you wont you help me get up
And you can bring all your Earl Grey tea along
Just to give me your hand and your heart.
I’ll be leaving on the last train darling
I ain’t got much left to lose
But the English sense of humor got this poor country boy
Just a little bit more than confused
And if you’re trying to get to Nashville, don’t let a cat be getting your tongue
I’ll call up the queen of England to book the next flight straight out of London
And I’m going out and getting
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8. |
Snake Farm
03:30
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Lyrics by Ray Wylie Hubbard
Well a woman now I love is named Ramona
She kinda looks like tempest storm
She can dance like little Egypt
She works down at the snake farm
Snake farm, it just sounds nasty
Snake farm, it pretty much is
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm, ugh
Ramona's got a keen sense of humor
She got a tattoo down her arm
It's of a python eatin' a little mouse
Wearin' a sailor hat that says snake farm
Snake farm, it just sounds nasty
Snake farm, it pretty much is
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm, ugh
I asked Ramona how come she works there
She says "well, it's got it's charms
There's nothing to do in the winter
Now and then some kid gets bit at the snake farm"
Snake farm, it just sounds nasty
Snake farm, it pretty much is
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm, ugh
Well, Ramona likes her malt liquor
And a band from Wales that's called The Alarm
She said she cried when they broke up
She still plays their records at the snake farm
Snake farm, it just sounds nasty
Snake farm, it pretty much is
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm, ugh
Sometimes Ramona calls me up
And says come on down here, it's getting warm
She runs everybody off
And we you know, it's a snake farm
Snake farm, it just sounds nasty
Snake farm, it pretty much is
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm, ugh
Snake farm, it just sounds nasty
Snake farm, it pretty much is
Snake farm, it's a reptile house
Snake farm, ugh
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9. |
ETXorcism
01:11
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10. |
Revelator's Bottleneck
05:20
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Lyrics by Chris Lowe
On the winding road
With a long, long way to go
With a busted headlight
And just a quarter of a tank to make it through the night
An interstate with no signs
And it’s all the souls are on the line
And it’s dashboard Mary’s up and gone
It’s just the goblin and the ghouls and an engine growing all night long
And the candles are burning out
And Gabriel’s wetting his mouth
So we’re speeding towards Peter’s gate
‘Cause we’re burning in the flames of hell if we’re late
And all the spots are sold
So rich men put away you’re gold
They say the first will be the last
So ya better damn sure that you don’t run out of gas
And it’s still a long, long way to go way
And we’re all just trying to make it downs the Devil’s road
But just where the hell we’re headed no one knows,
And we’re all just trying to make it down Devil’s road
Now I can’t see
Anything
On the road
Oh hell no
Amen I yell
Headed straight to hell
Get off the Devil’s road
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11. |
Eagle Eye
04:30
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Lyrics by Eleot Reich
I heard that eagles fly as far as they can see,
When did they blindfold you,
When did they blindfold me
Rotten flesh keeps me standing on my feet,
But that won’t get me far, to where I’ve got to be
I heard that eagles fly as far as they can see,
So I grow myself some wings and I’m a set this nightmare free
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12. |
Simple Western Song
03:16
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Lyrics by VOLK
A cigarillo for Eastwood at dusk,
Trotting on towards the setting sun
And the film fades with a Simple Western Song.
Well, you've got Ennio and Sergio,
We know this ain't their first rodeo
'Cause the film fades with a Simple Western Song.
Yah the film fades with a Simple Western Song.
Spaghetti Cowboy where have you gone,
There's outlaws struttin' Sunset Boulevard
Makin' money off of glitter and smoke,
Ain’t got no Waylon to take us home
No film fades with a Simple Western Song
No film fades with a Simple Western Song
No film fades with a Simple Western Song
A cigarillo for Eastwood at dusk,
Trotting on towards the setting sun.
And the film fades with a Simple Western Song
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