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Delirious
02:39
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DELIRIOUS
Well it’s all to casual or serious
And we run ourselves delirious
With our minds perpetually curious
Our emotions sometimes make us furious
Well it’s all full of mountains and canyons
And we all swim to keep us from drowning
We hike all our lives to get to that peak
Dodging the rocks and havoc they wreak
Trying to keep things in some kind of peace
Living inside some strange type of beast
Well it’s all to casual or serious
And we run ourselves delirious
With our minds perpetually curious
Our emotions sometimes make us furious
Some try to stay high on whiskey or wine
And eat from gold leaf plates while they dine
Other dig meals from steel garbage cans
And lie down their heads wherever they can
Drinking themselves into fortified dreams
To take the edge off the elements where they sleep
Well it’s all to casual or serious
And we run ourselves delirious
And we run ourselves delirious
And we run ourselves delirious
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Meteorite
03:51
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METEORITE
He can still remember that night
It was the scene of a terrible sight
What started out as a lover’s fight
Soon became a meteorite
Those immigrants were tough as nails
Growing up on Stalin’s trail
That Iron Curtain was a vicious place
Learn with pain in the Soviet states
The error margin razor thin
K.G.B. style masculine
And what started out as a lover’s fight
Soon became a meteorite
Things grew quickly out of control
As the man set his brain on boil
Pulled a knife and stuck it in
Out poured blood from the skull and skin
And out poured blood from the skull in skin
He finished one then went for two
There’d be no question as the blade ran through
The wail of cries shot across the sky
Just like a meteorite
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Sand in Your Teeth
04:49
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Swallow it down with sand in your teeth
Ride the red line or slough off the queen
Tensions ride high at the ticket counter
As labor day plans bend and falter
The children laugh and play with a ball
Piano Man sings a song that I know
This song takes me back a number of years
Riding the ford up to Bellingham
Riding the ford up to Bellingham
Riding the ford up to Bellingham
Temper flare as plans are delayed
The fabric of life frizzles and frays
Throw a big tantrum or ride out the waves
Talking out loud the drama gets old
Testing my patience incompotence reigns
Blow it all off cuz it's out of my hands
One must stay focused on the enemy
Labor's the front lines but don't pull the strings
Labor's the front lines but don't pull the strings
Labor's the front lines but don't pull the strings
The clock is ticking our lives away
So do what you can with the cards in your hands
Try not to let them mess with your head
Fight for the living and pray for the dead
Fight for the living and pray for the dead
Fight for the living and pray for the dead
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The French Girl
04:07
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“Only children skip stones"
The French girl said to me
Then a child is what I
Will always try to be
On a beautiful beach
By the warmth of the sea
A little boy swimming
And trying to be free
Tasting the spray
Of salt on the lips
Kissing soft bellies
And tender sweet hips
“Only children skip stones”,
the French girl said to me
Then a child is what I
Will always try to be
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Crumble
04:16
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When it all comes crumbling down
Who’ll be the last one standing around?
Will it be soccer mom in her new mini-van
The genius in hummer with cigar in hand
Motor home warrior with satellite TV
Red neck corn farmer with genetic seeds
Crystal new ager with necklace of beads
Ted Nugent type cowards who lie through their teeth
While living in compounds afraid of Iraq
Too spineless to go ‘cause they’ll never come back…
When it all comes crumbling down
Who’ll be the last one standing around?
The martini drinkers who sit on Wall Street
Parasites living off our industry
Commuter culture in suburbs deemed clean
Devoid of character that’s worth gleaning
Wanna be gangster lives crime so petty
Sells out his siblings for slice of bling bling
Pee diddee hustlers who whore out themselves
Black became white in an effort to sell…
When it all comes crumbling down
Who’ll be the last one standing around?
Indie-rock hipsters in tight shirts and jeans
Industry scumbags who do evil deeds
Commoditize music for personal gain
Geffen and company who helped ruin the game
Anarcho black block and assorted types
Indigenous people who struggle for life
Under the pressure of a crushing system
That’s buried millions but not their spirit
When it all comes crumbling down
Who’ll be the last one standing around?
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Sinaloa
03:11
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Desert skies are filled with cries
With silence of the birds that fly
Through cactus that is baked in sun
And vicious looking scorpions
Vultures coast Pacific breeze
Over hard and knotted trees
Flying on their six foot wings
Looking for a meal that’s free
A meal that’s free
A meal that’s free
A meal that’s free
A meal that’s free
Drugs run in and drugs run out
The cartels try to throw their clout
Amongst the lives of fishermen
Who wake them selves at 4 AM
To get a jump up on the heat
That burns itself relentlessly
They set up on the churning sea
In search of all the catch that feeds
The catch that feeds
The catch that feeds
The catch that feeds
The catch that feeds
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La Frontera
03:21
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Have you smelt that border air
Have you felt that desperate stare
Have you caught that knowing glare
Have you touched that thick black hair
Just 18 in some canteen
Ice cold beers and feeling lean
Streets are filled with yells and screams
Faces full of broken dreams
He talks some smack to some doorman
Fight breaks out and cops fly in
Haul him off to el cárcel
In drunken slurs of Spanish
The savior of the boy begins
Hazy night of barter talks
Shady deals with crooked cops
Pay off goes to drop the charge
Buy his freedom on the spot
The boy is saved for one more night
He goes home to sleep it off
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8. |
Primrose Hill
03:56
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9. |
Nora
02:51
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Mouth of Hell
03:30
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11. |
Razors
03:35
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12. |
The Beautiful Sunset
03:56
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13. |
Cutter
03:36
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14. |
Black Diamond
04:28
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15. |
The Accordion
03:11
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Spanish Anarchy
05:40
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17. |
Kiss and Remember
03:51
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18. |
Second Hand
03:09
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19. |
Transylvania
02:55
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20. |
Power Broker
03:31
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21. |
Iron Lake
04:58
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22. |
Another Day
03:57
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23. |
Meteorite (Rock Version)
03:02
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METEORITE
Written in London, England.
Interpretation of a double homicide Seattle, WA.
He can still remember that night
It was the scene of a terrible sight
What started out as a lover’s fight
Soon became a meteorite
Those immigrants were tough as nails
Growing up on Stalin’s trail
That Iron Curtain was a vicious place
Learn with pain in the Soviet states
The error margin razor thin
K.G.B. style masculine
And what started out as a lover’s fight
Soon became a meteorite
Things grew quickly out of control
As the man set his brain on boil
Pulled a knife and stuck it in
Out poured blood from the skull and skin
And out poured blood from the skull in skin
He finished one then went for two
There’d be no question as the blade ran through
The wail of cries shot across the sky
Just like a meteorite
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24. |
Lick and Squeal
02:27
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25. |
Miklukho-Maklay
03:40
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MIKLUKHO MAKLAY
Seattle, WA.
As a first attempt, this question one remark
Promises belong to the sea
The servant fast asleep will he be betrayed?
Untrustworthiness a bad disposition
Taken from the shore to a distant land
Will he be beterayed? Mikluhko Maclay
Favor the theory turned on and off each day
Will he be beterayed? Mikluhko Maclay
Promises belong to the sea
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LA FRONTERA
San Diego, California/Tijuana, Mexico.
Have you smelt that border air
Have you felt that desperate stare
Have you caught that knowing glare
Have you touched that thick black hair
Just 18 in some canteen
Ice cold beers and feeling lean
Streets are filled with yells and screams
Faces full of broken dreams
He talks some smack to some doorman
Fight breaks out and cops fly in
Haul him off to el cárcel
In drunken slurs of Spanish
The savior of the boy begins
Hazy night of barter talks
Shady deals with crooked cops
Pay off goes to drop the charge
Buy his freedom on the spot
The boy is saved for one more night
He goes home to sleep it off
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27. |
Mott Haven
04:02
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28. |
First Day of Spring
05:17
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MOUTH OF HELL
South Bronx, New York.
I would follow you into the mouth of hell
Singing all along the way
A futile exercise in distress
Questions shot from the hip
Posture ironic day after day
Swinging all along the way
Our teeth are cut our claws sunk deep
Just like the dirt beneath our feet
Street corner prophets wear no sheaths
The real barometer of market feats
My hearts been broken my bubble burst
Cheeks flow tears that feed my thirst
Why did it hide me why did it blind me
At least I know just what it’s worth
I would follow you into the mouth of hell
Singing all along the way
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30. |
The Ointment
04:38
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31. |
Joys of Oil
02:53
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JOYS OF OIL
Sitting here 100 years sitting here (in the sand)
Sitting here 30 years sitting here (painfully)
Sitting here 100 years sitting here,
Sitting here 30 years sitting here
Now it’s here they warned you
Now it’s clear they told you
You bought it, now own it
Warring, whoring, thieving
Sitting, waiting, watching
Warring, whoring, cheating
Lying, dying, killing
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32. |
Battle in Seattle
05:08
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BATTLE IN SEATTLE
Written in Seattle, WA.
We came here to take these streets, take them back from the thieves
We came here to reclaim streets, reclaim to meet people’s needs
We’ll take no of your lies, we see right through your weak disguise
You send out goons to beat us up, we’ve got news it won’t work
Because we are the majority, and we’re tired of living on our knees
It might not come to us today, but we plant these seeds organically
And when it’s time to harvest crop, we’ll take back what you stole and lock you up
Take back what you stole and lock you up, tack back what you stole and lock you up.
So you better enjoy you last breaths, it’s come time to re-invent
What should have happened a long time back, in seventeen hundred and seventy six
Seventeen hundred and seventy six, seventeen hundred and sixty six,
Or was that 1492, you know who I’m talking to.
No mas de estos politicos de los ricos
No mas de este facismo nuevo
No mas del terorismo y militarismo
No mas machismo y racismo
Es timpo por la gente, es tiempo por los pobres
Es tiempo por el medio ambiente y los arboles y agua
La gente dice no mas, aqui y alli
Negros, café y blancos
Todo la gente dice no mas…
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Mike Spine Seattle, Washington
Mike has performed at hundreds of shows and festivals through five continents and across the US since 1995. He has released 11 critically acclaimed albums, which include collaborations with: Lori Goldston (Nirvana, David Byrne, Cat Power), Jeff Fielder (Mark Lanegan, Indigo Girls), Johnny Sangster (KD Lang, Neko Case), Paul Brainard on pedal steel (She & Him, M. Ward, Decemberists, Eels), etc. ... more
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