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Soul of a Man
04:47
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Das Moose
02:46
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My Momma's Papa Charlie and my Daddy's Sally Sue
There's nothing in this world gonna change my attitude
I'll call Uncle Billy, he's built like an ox
There's a hen in the wolfhouse who got herself a cock
Das Moose
My sister's down on Temple gonna catch herself a bus
visit cousin Katie and exercise their lust
there's sizzle in your monkey there's a bully in your bag
if you fetch it down on Mobile then you'll fetch yourself a shag
Das Moose
Daddy Sally Sue he leaves it hanging out loose
He don't like the bulls he's just trying to find a moose
And Momma popped her Charlie with the neighbor down the street
When he slaps his leg Momma run and take her seat
Das Moose
My chariot rolls across this pin cushioned sky
While Daddy Sally Sue's out looking for his guy
Don't tell me to stay in after dark
There's a hellfire coming, shake your beastly art
Das Moose
After 10 o'clock down at Wilson Park
You'll find yourself in drag thumbing down a car
If you catch down on the receiving end
Then put it up in pigtails and a cha-cha grin
Das Moose
Follow Uncle John to Chazz Liqour store
That's a side of Bama you need to explore
Fleetwood Mac on Little Puppy's radio
Shake shake shake, shake a tail feather
Das Moose
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Places That I Go
04:08
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I'm going to take my baby down
I'm going to take my baby 'round
I'm going to take my baby down
To the places that I go
I'm going to show her colors
I'm going to show her light
I'll carve out her brains
With my fingers and my toes
The night will be my bubble
The night will be my shield
I will tear down the covers
and the colors will be revealed
I'll turn nightmare into bone
Turn red smoke into a stone
I'll bring sleep unto the battlefield
as her tongue unbinds a winged moan
There are many lampless streets
Lined with chains and broken feet
Watch your back and be discreet
These are the places that I go
The night is tossed with salt
It rains brine and it rains Baal
You've reached the mother load of horrors
These are the places that I go
The demon babies are rolling
and the moss is made of men
and in all these nooks and cracks
are the places that I go
When the black ice rivers
Rise up and overflow
You will find my heart an ember
Amongst the places that I go
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City Of Fools
03:24
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In this city of fools
And thieves and decent folks
Where do I go
When I need a place to go
I'll see you in our dreams
Above all of these plastic street
Made for decent folks
When you need a place to go
Hold on tight to my hand
Put your ear up to this can
And listen very close
When you need a place to go
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Butcher Knife
03:38
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I'll take a butcher knife and cut off my head
Send you an email says my body is dead
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
I'll put holes in my hand and a bullet into my brain
So you can say your saviour's come and gone again
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
I'll pull up my bootstraps and pack up my case
I'll light a fire, babe, and burn off my face
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
I'll find the strongest wind and fly off this rock
I'll leave behind a text message says lock, stock, and teardrop
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
I'll grow wings from my back and grow out my stinger
Peel the skin from my body, babe, and pull off my fingers
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
The moral of this tale is to do unto others
Insects can fly, babe, and monkeys eat their brothers
You want me to love you but you, you gotta love me, too
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Gonna Lose My Mind
02:55
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All I Got's my mattress on the floor
Oh baby my cock don't need you no more
Bottles of pills and the powders and shrooms
Oh my lord Jesus you'll need a really big broom
Oh yeah
Hey
It's about time
Gonna lose my mind
Sitting in my basement snorting lines of cocaine
My life's in a spin just trying to kill the pain
Girls ain't calling been a terrible year
It's either starvation or thanksgiving, my dear
Empty beer cans collecting by the door
Don't think I can afford no more
Looks like it's gonna be a pretty shitty day
If I was you, man, I'd stay away
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In my mind I see a space, in my mind I see a space
Far as I can see in that space there's no room for me
I'm gonna wade in the water until my blood has washed away
The stars they look down on me, the stars they look down on me
Since I's a child I can feel the stars pushing down on me
I'm gonna wade in the water until my bones have all washed away
And the childs they all gathered around, and my family they all gathered around
I said farewell God's abandoned me, advert your eyes
I'm gonna wade in the water until my soul has washed away
God Don't You Trouble My Body No More
Gonna wade in the water, gonna wade in the water child
Gonna wade in the water, gonna wade in the water until my blood has all washed clean
Gonna wade in the water, gonna wade in the water child
Gonna wade in the water, gonna wade in the water until my soul has all washed clean
And God don't you trouble my body no more
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Red Mouth Muscle Shoals, Alabama
A strange brew of Son House, Captian Beefheart, Elvis and Nick Cave, backboned by stomping, driving Muscle Shoals rhythms. All resulting in a gospel experience through a gothic Alabama that your typical singer songwriters won't be guiding you anytime soon. ... more
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