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Bowl O' Chili
02:35
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Two dollars in my pocket, sun’s getting low
Time I’m looking for a place to sleep
Winds coming up, shelter’s mighty scarce,
Time I was thinking about something to eat.
Bowl of chili
May not seem like much
What I need’s a dose of that chili
And a spoon to ‘sup it up.
Dollar on the counter, three-legged stool
Darker the brew, the deeper my ache.
Don’t make it deluxe, just make it thick
Chili done right is a chili that sticks
Bowl of chili
May not seem like much
What I need’s a dose of that chili
And a spoon to ‘sup it up.
Six voices stringing in the weathered street
Friend you’re broker than me.
Ask me for change, give him what I got
Here’s my last dollar.
No use for pockets when there’s no coins to keep
As long as that last bowl of chili is deep
Chili done right is a chili that hangs and puts to your bones to sleep
Bowl of chili
Ain’t asking for much
What I need’s a dose of that chili
And it’s sure to fix me up.
Lava’s still steaming inside of me
Doing its job and keeping me fed
Don’t ask for more belly so full it hurts
Sky full of stars makes a fine dessert.
Bowl of chili
Ain’t asking for much
What I need’s a dose of that chili
And it’s sure to fix me up.
Bowl of chili
May not seem like much
What I need’s a dose of that chili
And a spoon to ‘sup it up.
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Berkelium
03:20
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The city is a concrete box full of sin, 67 cents for a smile.
A silent beach is a dream I once had that’s been traded in for style.
The smog is settling over cardboard coffins waiting for nothing to happen
We pray for paychecks to pay for our souls,
You must fight, you must fight, your must fight to find a friend.
Packing our pockets full of hope for the road, blessing our mobile home.
Investing our faith in the sturdy Red Toad, making no plans as we go.
Our world is reduced to the clothes on our backs, two guitars, and a drum.
Three voices crying out to be heard,
just let me out, please let me out, just let me out on the road.
Hipster shades and a naked state of mind are the uniform of the road
Strawberry breakfast in a champagne field, circumstances strange to behold
Midnight dance on an alien beach, the ritual is yours to invent.
Say goodbye to the anger and the anchors,
Don’t look behind you, say goodbye to, keep the coast on your left.
The trio is split at the end of the journey, an ionization of friends.
One final session of sunset exhaustion, alone with the surf once again.
Berkeleum home for the summer, give me your every unknown
Berkeleum home for the summer,
Free of the stone, free to discover, free of the stone at last.
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Son of Boner
02:24
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Grainy Voices
02:56
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I was lying to you when I told you, you were special
I was lying to you when I said it was okay.
Any place with a phone just wasn’t safe from your reign
My silence and your faking were a painful combination, usually.
You wished my eyes were blue, you wished my eyes were blue.
You were hungry every day, stealing all my time just wasn’t enough.
What kept you happy left me angry, flowers and cards that were dumb.
I remember what you looked like, the red you wore on your hungry lips.
Attention that you demanded, attention I refused to give.
Fidelity was hard to say, letters that I choked on.
Waking up I had to leave, what a relief to step away.
You wished my eyes were blue, you wished my eyes were blue.
You wished my eyes were blue, you wished my eyes were blue.
Grainy voices clutching excuses don’t give me that line.
Endless negotiations, just give me what’s mine.
I was lying to you when I told you, you were special.
I was lying to you when I told you everything was okay.
You wished my eyes were blue, you wished my eyes were blue.
You wished my eyes were blue, you wished my eyes were blue.
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Sick in Central America
01:42
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You’re sick in Central America, it’s a tummy-ache.
Got the flu in El Salvador, national interests are at stake.
Whatya do when the wife and kids have been hustled off to jail
Your lifeless head is rolling in the dust, how do you tell the tale?
You’re sick in Central America, it’s the bug again.
Diarrhea in Nicaragua, the commies must be at it again.
Colon cancer begins in the brain and works it’s way south.
The propaganda looks so appealing as it’s dripping from your mouth.
Call Dr. Henry and Mr. Dick for some quick advice you’re not feeling all right,
‘Cause your sick in Latin America, and it’s getting worse,
Your skin is peeling from the after effects of a napalm burst.
Feeling the weight of a debt unpaid and you sure would like to eat.
Who’s in charge, who’s in control, which of you is the beast?
You’re sick in Central America, it’s no tummy-ache.
Got the flu in El Salvador, national interests are at stake.
You’re sick, you’re in pain and there’s no end in sight.
Presidential constipation keeps you awake at night.
Who’s in control, who’s in charge, why are the killers still at large?
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Never wanted you be someone that you couldn’t be
Never wanted you to do anything that wouldn’t make you free.
Never intended you to be tied down to any concept or ideal.
Only wanted you to understand that what I felt for you was real.
But it was decided, we’d be divided.
It’s not what I want but I’ll do it if you want me to.
Never asked you to change your life or fit into my plan
Never expected you to be my woman or me to be your man.
Never hoped you’d be like me and throw your troubles to the wind
Never wanted to be your lover I just wanted to be your friend.
But you were alerted, and I was diverted.
There’s something unclear between us but I can’t see what it is.
Never wanted you to care for me the way that I cared for you
Never wanted you to settle in and give me all, now that’s true.
Never expected you to focus in and spend all your time with me.
Only wanted you slow down enough to see what I could see.
But we were reverted, my feelings deserted.
I’ll try not to think of you as something that you’re not.
Never wanted you be someone that you couldn’t be
Never wanted you to do anything that wouldn’t make you free.
Never intended you to be tied down to any concept or ideal.
Only wanted you to understand that what I felt for you was re
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Anthea A
02:25
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Anthea A. self-made billionairese,
struck her fortune through mail-order sales.
A former Avon representative,
she dabbled in Tupperware on the weekends.
By day an American working wife,
who have guessed about her secret life?
When she took the kiddies out for spin,
who would have guessed her intentions of sin?
Anthea A. you got blood on your fingers
You’re eating the cream of America’s youth,
Photo on a milk carton ain’t much good
‘Cause Johnny’s been turned into soup.
Anthea had a certain way with kids
She even practiced on her own brood
The right mix of herbs and spices,
She could turn kids into food.
Her favorite was after-school car pools,
A wagon-load of flesh was her cup of tea.
Duran Duran vids were more than enough,
To shut the kids up until dinner time.
Anthea A. you got blood on your fingers
You’re eating the cream of America’s youth,
Photo on a milk carton ain’t much good
‘Cause Johnny’s been turned into soup.
The delicacies of Anthea A. made Betty Crocker look like a fluke.
Limb and organs and fingers and stuff,
Nothing grown-up, nothing rough.
Anthea A. better watch your step,
You’re skating on mighty thin ice.
What are your neighbors gonna think,
When they see their child on a bed of rice?
Anthea A. you got blood on your fingers
You’re eating the cream of America’s youth,
Photo on a milk carton ain’t much good
‘Cause Johnny’s been turned into soup.
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Zig Zag
03:12
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Don’t zig-zag me baby, don’t have the patience or the time.
The way you been treating me, you got a grown man crying.
I’m doing a lot of things guaranteed to enlighten me.
I tell you baby I’m not blind, I can see.
Don’t zig-zag me baby, don’t have the patience or the time.
Living with you is like a song without rhyme.
You thought it was really cool to stay up all night, talk till dawn.
Making love to you is about exciting as mowing the lawn.
Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggitty
Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity
Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig
Don’t zig-zag me baby, don’t have the patience or the time.
The way you been acting, you’re about drive me to the line.
I’m reading lot of books to help me communicate with you.
You make me so God-damn mad gonna call my lawyer and sue.
Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggitty
Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity-Ziggity-Zaggity
Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig-Zag, Zig
Don’t zig-zag me baby, don’t have the patience or the time.
The way you been treating me, you got a grown man crying.
We’re going some place, I’m not sure where we’re gonna go.
But you can take this old boat, you can row.
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The New Agriculturalists were an American country/folk/rock duo and sometimes quartet that performed and recorded from 1985 to 1989. Founded in Los Angeles by guitarist Will Rusch and vocalist Brad Vanderburg, it would also include bassist Steve Vernon and drummer James Mak. ... more
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