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wheels in motion
got 'em on the run
lipstick on a pig
at the point of a gun
no time to reflect
on the things I have done
blow, ye winds, blow
blow, winds, blow
it's casa hanzo (calling mr donzo)
these feets has got to move
leaves in the pool
say it's time to re-tool
and the dateline's to the east
can't hold it in
so I let it all go
bottom's dropping out
I'm feeling for my board
cut the chute and
pull the ripchord
blow, ye winds, etc.
hands in the air
now get down on the ground
got you covered
don't you make a sound
pockets turned out
nothing is found
blow, ye winds, etc.
casa hanzo (calling mr donzo)
these blues won't play themselves
writing's on the wall
someone's got to fall
it better be you than me
casa hanzo (hey, donzo!)
let the bells of freedom ring
with my back on the springs
and another in the wings
I'm playing for keeps this time
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San Pedro
03:03
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t-bone break
in the middle of the night
a jose on his tail
high speed chase
down Harbor Blvd.
cross the timeline into hell
keep riding, riding
through the night
don't let those tail lights fail
'cuz if you ride it
hard enough
you might just make it home
keep driving, driving, driving
Harbor Fwy South
take that Gaffey offramp
San Pedro
sun rise slow
on a foggy morning
make my way to school
half past bell
it casts a spell
peeling in the gloom
can't make the shapes
the door I know
take my place in line
turn to see
who's pushing me
crawl right up on my spine
keep driving, etc.
can't sit still
my thoughts they spill
around the edge of time
whispered threats
I can't forget
unspoken passions bind
drove until I conquered
conquered
'til I froze
left the peace
of dreamless sleep
went right back down that road
keep driving, etc.
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Devil's Work
03:52
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if you're needing to believe in
hey, don't blame me
because I do the devil's work, baby
any fool can see
if the sky is the limit and you can't get no higher
then why draw the limits around your heart's desire?
say you're feeling lonely, baby
hey, don't blame me
'cuz I do the devil's work, baby
and I'd do it for free
you can take a flight of fancy on a broken wing
your hopes for the future make this old heart sing
I'm just the rhythm man, I drive his car
I want you all to know just how far I've got
say you're feeling lonely, baby
hey, don't blame me
because I do the devil's work, baby
now, you let me be
don't take no donations, don't sing in no choir
if you can't stand the heat then get the ____ out of the fire
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4. |
Marseilles
03:20
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my girl has a mouth profane
she's spitting it out like a sewer drain
a long list of lovers that have gone before
the only one she thinks of is Count Mirabeau
the pale English dogs she holds at bay
Sir Edmund Burke is singing the Marseillaise
she spreads her legs in the Parisian way
the hand that rocks the cradle is the one to blame
tomorrow won't come unless you take that train
murdered in the morning before the bed is made
she's a selfish lover, but it's my disgrace
she bears the burden I just look away
they dress her up, but she shows some leg
I tickle her chin she opens up her veins
she spreads her legs, etc.
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5. |
Joe Hill
04:13
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it's easy for people to speak of free trade
when they don't have to live with the problems it made
working for a starvation wage
you'll never get ahead, barely stay in place
and if you don't think it can happen to you
just wait until you're hungry and look at what you'll do
who wrote the history?
who put it in books?
who dropped the anchor?
and who gets the hook?
get out of your car and onto the street
consider the distance, vote with your feet
it's a new century give a year or two
take a look around see what you can do
you can fill a book with workingmen's tunes
and still feel the boot of the bosses' goons
from the San Pedro docks he hopped the Salt Lake line
made it up to Utah just in time
to be tried and convicted of another man's crime
his life turned into a nursery rhyme
who wrote the history?, etc.
you can say that the earth belongs to all mankind
but you're begging for scraps from the first in line
suckered with stories of the glory of old
and the promise of bounty in the days to unfold
if you grow up to question how it was we got here
they built you see (they say) nothing else is so clear
who wrote the history?, etc.
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I started late
let's see who's quicker getting to this place
spring is not for me
give me winter's blanket of obscurity
nothing ever happened
you were never here
the future looks better
when there are no tears
if we were ever happy
then it must have slipped my mind
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7. |
Slouching to Byzantium
03:20
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it's times like these
that make me feel better
get me off of my knees
fading light
of a day turned over
when there's nothing left to see
I can't stand the light of another day
the failure is plastered all over my face
a little bit of this goes a long, long way
life is spinning
like a plate on a stick
all my balls in the air
if they fall
you won't catch them all
don't even know why I care
I can't stand the people got what I don't
you married a lawyer, now you're trading up
to a poor man wealth is crime enough
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8. |
Fuck, Fidel
03:50
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well, there ain't no ham
for the revolution man
he comes swinging on his blade
with a right-cross stunt
and the devil's out in front
spitting nails for the bed he made
he retired to a bed
on Brixton's bloody streets
where he'd seen it all before
for the price of his purse
he set it all in reverse
tending fires on the storeroom floor
he swore that he was never going home
put the pen back in its sheath
what was black and then white
is now completely out of sight
a little shit on his bended knee
va bien, Fidel
whatever you say
let the dead man have a little light
a martyr's pose
is all that you know
you can't sing but you sure can fight
this kind of courage
it can't be measured
explain this all to me
in times of worry
it can't be measured
explain this all to me
won't you, Joe?
it's a little late
for a fashion plate
but they can't say you didn't try
they wanted it worse
but you got there first
now there's no one left to cry
the best would say
there's going to come a day
which they swore behind gritted teeth
so they hid their burns
and waited out their turns
on the ass-end of History
this kind of courage, etc.
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American Stalin
02:52
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came down from the mountain
with an offering to the sea
left it on the desert
and rode back over your dreams
left out for the Wasteland
the secrets are buried there
the dirty business of History
a prophet without a chair
why did we waste all the visions?
why doesn't God speak to me?
what more do I have to leave?
I can't see the end from here
mercy is for suckers
murder is divine
we can help with your salvation
let us love you by taking your life
we can call the meanest Devils
beat you at any game
who wears the bloody mantle?
who declares the fullness of time?
send me destroying angels
let no man take fruit from the vine
if left to our own devices
we know how to read our own signs
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10. |
Have No Fear
02:33
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have no fear
daddy's here
it will all be clear
by morning
the sun is gone
it won't be long
clouds will blow away
everything's gone away
everything's gone to waste
have no fear
the end is near
it will all be clear
by morning
the sun is gone
it won't be long
clouds will blow away
everything's gone away
everything's gone to waste
have no fear
breathe on this mirror
it will all be clear
by morning
the sun is gone
it won't be long
clouds will blow away
everything's gone away
everything's gone to waste
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Sons of Hanzo Los Angeles, California
Hard-charging quartet straight from San Pedro CA USA.
Three parts Mike Watt & the Secondmen (Pete Mazich and Jerry Trebotic).
One part, Donzo.
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