1. |
Now or Never
04:30
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“Now or Never”
(D. Falduto)
They’re all saying
It’s time to slow down
Take a break
Learn to compromise
But I won’t buy in
I’m despising
The thought of living a normal life
I’ll never last here
I need it faster.
Fuck the world
You can send me down
Pale gripping
One-track thinking
Come on, motherfucker
Try to stop me now
There’s no way
They’re ever gonna take it all from me
Day to day
This is all I fucking want,
Throw me onto that stage.
Waiting, waiting’s a cancer-
I’m being eaten up by all my doubts.
Searching, searching for answers-
I know they’re out there just waiting to be found.
Running, running faster-
They’re gunnin’ for me, but I won’t slow down.
Nothing, nothing really matters.
When your back’s against the wall-
ya gotta claw your way out.
You can’t avoid it,
So pick your poison.
A broken heart,
Or the open road.
I won’t fake it,
So I’m taking
Everything I can,
Everywhere I go.
Now if you’re asking,
You know I’m passing.
Every motherfucker all down the line.
Heavy rolling,
I ain’t folding.
All or nothing, baby.
Do or die.
I want this more than ever,
I made my choice.
Now or fucking never,
gonna hear my noise.
I want this more than ever.
It’s now or fucking never.
We want this more than ever.
It’s now or fucking never.
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2. |
Uh Oh
04:27
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Uh-Oh
(M. Hawbaker)
How low, how low.
How low, how low.
The mighty have fallen
Oh how they've fallen.
Oh how they fall.
With fists of rage, and desperation for survival.
There's no survival of the great downfall.
And what it seems to be. It seems to me, uh-oh
And what it seems to be. It seems to me, uh-oh.
Uh-oh. I exclaim uh-oh.
When nothing really matters, baby.
Baby, uh-oh.
Nothing's that important.
When you've got nothing left but your soul
God made the rain,
and he made them clouds of wind to great me.
And they do greet me, greet me so sweetly.
With hands of fists, and eyes of cringe to brave the weather.
That cold, cold weather chills me completely.
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3. |
On the Way Out
04:19
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On the Way Out
(D. Falduto)
The cold hard wait.
You know I’ve been here before
Weighed down, but way out.
I hear a song long ignored.
A telltale restart.
This disease is growing loud.
Gin soaked melodies are
Haunting my way out.
On the way out.
On the way out, now.
Yeah, on the way out, now.
The crossroads bleed.
Where demons intersect.
It was there that I picked my poison.
Swallowed my regrets.
If you cross my path, baby.
Well, I’m only gonna drag you down.
So follow me through hell on earth,
And we’ll make our way out.
As the vultures swarm above my head.
I regress to something worse.
And these idle hands keep picking, picking at my curse.
I know there’s no devil. I’m the one to blame.
So sing me my death hymn, and I’ll be on my way.
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4. |
The Storm
02:14
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no words!!!!
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5. |
Atlantic City
03:45
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6. |
Trouble Town
03:56
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Trouble Town
(M. Hawbaker)
Somewhere down in trouble town.
There’s a place where I can go.
Where I can drink, and have a think.
Where whiskey rails are cheap, and yonder window light.
Reveals blue smoke. Swirls about.
May be alone, at least I’m out...
Another high life for me.
Hank’s playing on the stereo.
That neon’s pretty.
Lighting up that back window.
Cause I can put em’ down.
If I’m really aiming to.
Buy another round.
If there’s nothing else to do.
Listen to the sound of Honky Tonk and classic Who.
Look out that window there, and see my motorbike.
On the street alone. She’s wet and cold.
I pull my jacket on. Sunglasses to face.
And walk outside. For a lonely ride.
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7. |
Purgatory
02:53
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Purgatory
(D. Falduto)
Those jaded hands.
Destroyed everything.
And a dopesick throat.
Out of songs to sing.
But those faithful claws.
Keep clutching on.
To a fabled past.
Void with flaw.
Too fucked to care, keep sitting there.
Going. Nowhere.
Cutting up facade, and fronting tough.
Yeah, you’re shaking scared.
Collecting dust with the sitting ducks.
On the same old track.
When the joke is said and done.
Will you look back and laugh?
Well I’m moving on.
You’re only counting cant’s.
But I unhinged the cage.
And I see your traps.
My poisoned heart.
Is only pumping hate.
Through cheated blood.
Yeah, stale veins.
Taking the initiative to say fuck all
Your inhibitions are never gonna hold me down
Throwing out the rule book.
Taking a real chance.
Memories don’t feed hunger.
I’m not holding back.
One- It’s death or glory.
Two- It’s the same old story.
Three- My heart ain’t pouring.
Four- This feels like purgatory.
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8. |
Bitter Heart
04:04
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Bitter Heart
(M. Hawbaker)
I drive myself around town with a bitter heart.
My mind’s astew with hate,
I dare not even start.
To explain
The maelstrom in my head.
What’s the matter guys?
Don’t ya realize by my eyes?
It’s all a dream. Oh, I pray.
Need to blow off steam. So please stay away
And don’t you know, It’s a shame.
Such a sweet, sweet boy became
Such a mean old man.
I’m sitting at the bar some people draw an evil glare.
They call me the bitter heart, but I don’t even care.
To explain
Why I grew to be this way
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9. |
Closing In
02:11
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Closing In
(D. Falduto)
Rendered hopeless
When the backdoor opens.
Hollowed cures choking down the plight.
Verbatim causes, calculating losses.
We learned the how and stopped asking why.
Out of touch, one and done.
All these years just up and went.
Tell me where my voice is
Seems like all my choices.
Are blacking out to oblivion.
Nothing seems to be adding up.
It only divides.
All my walls are closing in.
On all sides.
Everything that I thought I knew.
Or ever believed.
Is closing in on me.
Closing in on me.
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10. |
Get Up & Go
02:48
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Get Up & Go
(D. Falduto)
Well you can’t put your arms around a memory.
That’s what Johnny tried saying to me.
Took me awhile, but now I think that I see.
That if I just keep strumming
Then I’ll always stay free.
Come on, Mick, won’t you throw me a bone?
If I could learn to riff like that, I wouldn’t be alone.
I’d rocket to Russia, finally leave home.
And go get lost squeezing souls way out in Mexico.
Me n’ Tom saw some dancers down on Kingsbury.
And we tangoed sore with all those card cheats.
I met a girl that said she wakes when she dreams.
So I went around the world and tried to see what she means.
Sweet Maybelline is only sweet sixteen
And she ain’t never been outside of sweet Tennessee.
Whatever she’s seeing, well I can’t see.
You know I’m still broken hearted.
Pulling out of tune strings.
This old beat up song, it’s all that I got.
And I guess the same old three chords ain’t fillin’ in a whole lot.
Well all my broken heroes are clocking out.
I think that me and you should get up & go right now.
Right now. Right now.
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11. |
Don't Take it From Me
03:45
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Don’t Take it From Me
(M. Hawbaker, D. Falduto)
It's either black or white,
or it’s wrong or right
But I’ve felt quite a fright.
For the times in our lives.
More than binary.
Doesn't do too great to simulate
Like we all live day to day.
And maybe in this way.
Life is quite scary.
Please don’t hesitate to ascertain.
Never stop asking why now, baby.
Who will stand to lose, and who’s to gain?
So reassured I think we all know, maybe.
Neither rich or poor.
But I want no more.
Cause I’m feeling like a whore.
And lately life’s a bore.
Yeah, it’s so damn boring.
You can litigate to manipulate.
Most any logic gate.
And get your very own way.
Yeah, it’s the same old story.
Don’t take it from me, no you don’t.
People have convictions when they think.
Don’t take it from me now.
I don’t have the answers.
Put yourself out there.
See what happens.
Follow your own lead.
Yeah, just don’t.
Don’t take it from me.
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12. |
Half-Breed
04:44
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Half-Breed
(D. Falduto)
Nobody likes me.
I ain’t got no friends.
The bars are all open,
But no one invites me in.
Been getting kicked around
Since I was a kid.
A no good, ugly bastard
Just living dead.
Hey, I’m a half-breed, baby.
Yeah, you know I ain’t no good to you.
I’m a half-breed, baby.
Well that’s alright, cause you’re a half-breed, too.
They see me coming.
But they don’t say a peep.
Ain’t nobody like to talk
To no lowlife creep.
I get high strung,
Can’t stop counting sheep.
I’m a neurotic motherfucker,
And I don’t get no sleep.
Well there’s a preacher man with a crucifix in hand.
He’s talking about something pure.
I see your social class, with your cults and clans.
But I just ain’t so sure.
That I want any part of your cop-out plot.
I think you're all just running scared.
Without your crowd, you ain’t so loud.
And then it hits you self aware.
We’re all half-breeds, and nothing’s pure.
It’s a sick, sick world. There is no cure
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13. |
Bonus Track: Say Goodbye
03:15
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14. |
Bonus Track: Goin' Down
03:58
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