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Easy as Bicycles
03:33
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I liked life better when I couldn’t buy porno
And life was easy as bicycles
Things were simple
Everything was so simple
Why did I ever want to grow
My generation never had free love
We had AIDS and video games
My generation was born in the Eighties
We’re addicted to pills
And Raised by TV’s
Drums thumpin’, war is coming
I wish that I cared
But we don’t care about nothing
Born Ready
Gone numb
There’s no kids on the streets no more
No protest, no sun
I liked life better when I couldn’t buy porno
And life was easy as bicycles
Things were simple
Everything was so simple
Why did I ever want to grow
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Propane
02:40
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Neil Young knew Charlie Manson
said he sort of spewed the tunes
he got turned down and didn't take it well
Neil sang Revolution Blues
it was in the dark on sunset
in some shady little crib
the Maharishis got good light and flowers
but this just wasn't it
in the mists of L.A. rejection
a madman got real pissed
he had this hold on his women
like they'd do anything for him
so he sent 'em to the canyons
they slunked past the barking dogs
they left bodies on the sofas
and they wrote words up on the walls
one man here has power
one man's got the knife
Charlie finally got a deal
and he signed on for life
they still interview him in prison
and treat him like the perfect beast
they zoom in on his crazy eyes
and edit all the words he speaks
and everybody knows him
he's as famous as those hills
some people want that weird sensation I guess bad enough to kill
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4. |
Walk all the Way
03:11
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There's like two thousand miles between us
It's ain't like you're just down the street
It'll take an airplane or a freight train, to see you
But I'd walk all the way
It's just white out my window
And there ain't much to do
Maybe cut another cord, if I get bored
Maybe write another song for you
I'm sure it's high times in the city
Out here, I'm even ten miles out of town
But this'll do, it's enough to get me through
It's enough to keep my whole world from crashing down
There's like two thousand miles between us
It's ain't like you're just down the street
It'll take an airplane or a freight train, to see you
But I'd walk all the way
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5. |
Bailed
02:57
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In the wicked thunder, rain and hail
I’ve been bleeding out my whiskey blood
Into the hills where the woman wail
I don’t give a fuck
How bad it gets
I could care less about my debts
Their a bottomless pit
I owe the king but we ain’t met
I’m outta luck
Plucked off the trail
I was on the tracks
I’ve been derailed
The crystal ball was crystal clear
She told me to never travel back here
And now I can’t escape the fear
It seems to pull and tug at me from everywhere
End up in jail
Behind the bars
Behind the cold, black bars in a cell
The rotten food
Stings my eyes
The whole damn village came to watch me die
And the killin’ men
They ain’t so big
They’ve got black masks on their heads
End up dead
Big brooms sweeping up my pieces
I start twitching in my sleep then
The sunlight lifts my eyelids to reveal
I’ve been bailed
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6. |
The Colonel
00:58
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7. |
Big Woman
04:54
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I’ve got a big woman
She lives out in the woods
And that big woman treats me good
I used to be real skinny
Until the night we met
That big woman keeps me fed
That big woman keeps me fed
When I’m hiding out from the outlaws and feds
I don’t give her nothing
But a little bit of loving
Without that big woman I’d be dead
See, I was gonna rob them
I’d been running for a week
I probably would have killed ‘em just for something to eat
But I was blindsided
I took a shovel to my head
And I woke up on big mama’s bed
I told her I was an outlaw
I get go back to town
‘Cause I’m a wanted man being hunted down
She said, Honey
I love blue eyes
Then she cooked me up some chicken thighs
Yeah, that big woman keeps me fed
When I’m hiding out from the outlaws and the feds
I don’t give her nothing but a little bit of loving
Without that big woman I’d be dead
Without that big fat woman I’d be dead
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8. |
Too Much
03:36
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Frozen
03:15
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I ran my luck and I ran my name
Through the worst parts of this town
Now I've got no bread, I've got no place to stay
And no one wants me around
It's kinda quiet here, the highways out there
The river runs and there's a never ending hum
For still and silence I'll stomp out into the woods
But I love the sound of those big trucks
I close my eyes and accelerate and crank the wheel to the south
But the truth is harsh, I accept my fate
There's just no getting out
The only hope the winter brings is the coming of the spring
And that's the time a rambler runs
If he ain't frozen
The only hope the winter brings is the coming of the spring
And that's the time a rambler runs
If he ain't frozen
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10. |
Message to Rita
04:38
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Send a message from me to Rita
Tell her I tried but lost the way
The snow if falling on the desert
And I’ll breathe my last breath today
Tell her I’m sorry for the fire
She’ll know what that means
Send a message from me to Rita
Rita, find some honest dreams
It was just a scheme
A little hustle on the streets
But easy money leads to greed
And that led us to gettin’ in too deep
But bigger fish have bigger hate
Rita ran but I got ate
It’s crazy what you don’t see
I thought I did it all to keep her next to me
So send a message from me to Rita
Tomorrow ain’t in my lifetime
I’d love to see the whole world with ya
But crows been picking out my eyes
I’m buried up to my neck
Surely left for dead
So send a message from me to Rita
And fly on the wind Mr. Eagle
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