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I Got A Friend
02:59
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I got a friend and they all say,
He threw it all away
They talk about him like he's a disaster man,
But they ain't no saints themselves
I got a friend, I got a friend
He's a rocker, He's a roller, He's a chain smoker
He's a whiskey shootin' son of a gun
He's a rocker, He's a roller, He's a chain smoker
He's a whiskey shootin' son of a gun
I got a friend, I got a friend....
Sit and talk about it every now and then,
and it's all, all he ever says
I had it all in my hands,
then I threwm, threw it all the fuck away
I got a friend, I got a friend
He's a rocker, He's a roller, He's a chain smoker
He's a whiskey shootin' son of a gun
He's a rocker, He's a roller, He's a chain smoker
He's a whiskey shootin' son of a gun
I got a friend, I got a friend
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Channel Strip
03:57
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Highways and figures, will cloud up the scene
As the waves appear, no comes the fear... it's all so real...it' all so real
So take what ya can, just take what ya will, just take what ya need
There ain't no chance you'll be back...if you know what I mean
The ghosts all chuckle, there ain't no fear when the water hits your mind
When ya said bye bye, ya knew this was the end, there ain't no way to survive
As the trouble sets in, so does the sin as it mucks with the tide
You'll never be the same, you'll never be sane
Float on (with me)
Float on (with me)
Float on (with me)
Let go of all your fears...just let em go
Kick up with the past, let em stumble through the gate as you fall away
As you shift and you stare all alone on the plane far from this mess
Off again we go, back to the show, let's lose control
Out cold in the fire, just head in a haze, as you let it all go
On back to your home, where you'll be safe and everything will be fine...
In your mind
It's all in your mind
Float on (with me) It's all in your head baby
Float on (with me) It's all in your head baby
Float on (with me) It's all in your head baby
Let go of all your fears...just let em go
It's all in your head baby
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3. |
Cut
03:54
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I can't believe just where we are
It doesn't make any sense at all
And you just sit there with that grin
As I fall apart from every single cut
It was pat the point of failure
You had your shot and let it past
Take me down another notch
Watch the bullet crack the neck
And after all the silence
Is there anywhere to scream
And take back all you can
And try, so hard
Look me straight in the eye
And I can tell you're gonna take the bait
You're lined up straight like a tragedy
Prince left you dead on the tracks
Set ablaze to every way
Left ya wavin' on the shore
Cash the ashes on a barren beach
Sand singed as waves crash to glass
And after all the silence
Is there anywhere to scream
And take back all you can
And try, so hard
And try again...
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4. |
Bar Room
02:14
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Damn you look so pretty tonight
Your dancin' in the city lights
How'd a dime like you end up here in a dive with me
Take you down and watch you float around
You're outta my mind by the crack of dawn
Ya levitate and radiate in every single way
And it's been...
The bar room stools
Stairwell blues
But I think yeah, yeah I think ya got it all figured out
So burn the hours from a kerosene lamp
As the hands spin round on the dials edge
I can't see a drunk like me, leaving with a lady like you
Sad eyes will well right in
Black tears will make ya think again
Don't you dare follow me down the rabbit hole
And it will be...
The Bar room fights
Stairwell nights
And I think yeah, Yeah I think ya gotta go at this alone
There ain't much left in the tank
There ain't much left for you to take from me
There ain't much left here
Ya gotta take it well ya can, you gotta let it ride.
Ooooh, oooh, oooh
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soupybeard Edmonton, Alberta
Soupybeard is an Edmonton based musician who wavers along the lines of whiskey, whispy and raspy.
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