1. |
Kool
04:03
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i’m shakin but i think i’m getting better
i’d call you but i am ashamed
my feelings cannot write them in a letter
i never meant to cause you any pain
break me down again
you can shake me down again
he’s been cool since he was ten
he was a soldier in a private army
he hid boys hard and got a name
he seems to be a little trouble magnet
who never ever had a soul to blame
break me down again
you can shake me down again
he was been cool since he was ten
cool since he was ten
i got to get away
break me down again
you can shake me down again
he’s been cool since he was ten
i’m shaking cause i’m getting older
some say it’s a state of mind
i’m weary cannot make it any further
be patient ‘cause things will come in time
break me down again
you can shake me down again
he’s been cool since he was ten
cool since he was ten
cool since he was ten
cool since he was ten
gotta get away away
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2. |
Gone
03:59
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fucked up again last night
helter skelter on my radio
slept in my truck last night
and woke up to this cop knockin on my window
i tied up this waitress
in a hotel room in texas
to what used to be the luggage stand
the metal thing with four black bands
i scratched a peace sign in the skin of her back...
gone... long gone
how to wear my fear so well
a little trick i learned in jail
and the picture that burned in my head
was you sleeping in my bed
i don't know why i killed that girl...
gone... long gone
well my old man looked like santa claus
to me when i was small
i was four he left to save the wicked world
i hate that man that doesn't even know
his only son is gone...
strap me to the killing chair
eyes wide open i can't see
how all the power in the world
will burn this badness out of me
gone... long gone
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3. |
Revolution Man
04:45
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i knew a woman of a thousand reasons
she had an answer for everything.
i used to kiss her, to keep her from speaking
i've done the strangest things.
i was a soldier and my anger was the weapon
i drew the battle lines on every side.
i built a prison and i called it freedom
i've done the strangest things.
i should have known there was trouble...
the lie at the end of the tunnel was blinding...
shake the rattle at the jungle wall, take the fire from the dragons jaw
chase the devil from the neighborhood, just to watch him run.
pound the drum 'till the wildman comes
risin' from my soul again, feel the power in my hands...
i'm a revolution man.
i learned the language of the uninvited
i learned to fool myself a thousand ways.
i was the poet in the house of silence
i've done the strangest things.
i knew an old man with the face of winter
he never noticed that the seasons change.
i took his photographs and covered up the mirror
i've done the strangest things.
shake the rattle at the jungle wall, take the fire from the dragons jaw
chase the devil from the neighborhood, just to watch him run.
pound the drum 'till the wildman comes
risin' from my soul again, feel the power in my hands...
i'm a revolution man.
rage, rage, rage... rage against the
chains, chains, chains... shout about it.
change, change, change... change is gonna come, come, come...
shake the rattle at the jungle wall, take the fire from the dragons jaw
chase the devil from the neighborhood, just to watch him run.
pound the drum 'till the wildman comes
risin' from my soul again, feel the power in my hands...
i'm a revolution man.
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shadow under my skin
blood and salt water
high tolerance for pain
this remembered sun
this impossible sky
i am a satellite
i flow between the stones
like a black river
float on these hurtin bones
on a black river
behind the heroin eyes
stream of unconciousness
read between the lines
try me with your heart
come again, come again
these are my hamilton blues
i flow between the stones
like a black river
float on these hurtin bones
on a black river
wouldn't want to see me
wouldn't want to be me...
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5. |
Circus Song
03:50
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drive me to some distant solar system
i'll sing in the back seat of your car
i'm the last one to recognize the irony
of a black hole swallowing a shooting star
it pains me to spin through this killing blue
i can only wait here for you
twelve moons of jupiter, no sign of the sun
orbit is graceful, like a monkey with a gun
it pains me to spin through this killing blue
i can only wait here
i am not your bloody supernova
burning like a billion suns
i am not your bloody supernova
if you lose the invisible light,
will you x-ray my soul
i know how to use my fist,
i don't know what this heart is for
it pains me to spin through this killing blue
i can only wait here (X 3)... for you...
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6. |
Clean
02:56
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cleaned up my mind today
threw out all the things i hardly ever say
won't need the line about the hole in my pocket
no one believed it anyway
give you my secret words
give me a promise to remember them for me
poems and pictures and a letter to my daughter
every stupid trick i know to keep me clean
show you my hiding place
i am not afraid to let you know i bleed
and if you stick me
you will let the air out of me
maybe that will make me clean
i wanna climb
into your mouth
inside your belly
don't spit me out
i'm just a dog
out in the rain
too tired to run
too dumb to stay
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7. |
Suddenly in Waterdown
04:11
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i am lazaurus jones
skin like molasses
seventh generation
a long line a' bad asses
bootlegger with a trunkful of cocaine
and rose-colored glasses
i'm standin by the ocean
where my life begins
i could carry this weight
i could throw it in
do the easy thing
safe inside my head
sleep in trouble's bed
cigarettes and rocket launchers
give leonard cohen his crack cocaine
minding my soul and takin care of business
last night i wrote a song i'll never sing...
181 kilometers south of the mexican border
salsupuedes is a rock... and i'm just a ship under the water
and this girl sleepin on the beach
well she might be my daughter...
i'm standin by the ocean
where my life begins
i could carry this weight
i could throw it in
do the easy thing
safe inside my head
i will sleep in trouble's bed
sleep in trouble's bed
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Rob Lamothe Ontario
The Toronto Star says I am ‘a mercurial artist who slides effortlessly from rustic roots music to soulful country pop to full-blown rock balladry’. Works for me!
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