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Lyrics:
One. Heart beating. Like a drum.
Two. Cats laying. In the sun.
Three. Words. That she said to you.
Four. ‘gotten. When the devil sings the blues.
The devil songs the blues.
Five. Cards. The deal’s going down.
Six. Shooter. A peace-maker with a frown.
Seven. Sins. The deadly ones are truest, maybe?
Eight. His Words. When the devil songs the blues.
The devil songs the blues.
Can I count on You?... Can I count on You?... Can I, count on, You? When the devil songs the blues! Sometimes, She sings the blues.
Nine. Lives. My heart has seen some scars.
Ten. ‘Tacles. She’ll wrap you in her arms.
Eleven. Trips. That’s one to many for me, maybe?
Twelve. Bars. When the devil songs the blues!
The devil songs the blues.
The devil sings the blues…
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Fragile > Turning
06:08
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Lyrics:
I’ve been searching… I’ve been wondering way too long!
Yes, I’ve been thinking… What’s the meaning to this all?
C’est Fragiles… But, I’m solid to the core!
A Sleep walkin’ sailor… Treading water over waves!
A Bird of passage… Flying blindly through your caves!
These floating clouds… They have given me my name!
C’est Fragiles!
She came down from the mountain top, with a head full of lightning.
She won’t stop!
She was turning, now she was dead on the spot, when she was turning.
She was turning… Turning around!
And now six feet… Under the ground.
Now, she was pushin’ up those daisies all around us all.
Vaya con Dios my old friend!
Having fun & making hay. He was on the run from the law they say.
Had a mark, it was plain as day, when he was turning.
He was turning… Turning around!
That’s when they shot him… They shot him down.
Now, he’s pushin’ up them daisies all around us all.
Vaya con Dios my old friend!
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Sunny Day Rainstorm
03:20
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Lyrics:
I'm up. I can feel the sun.
You're down. Under the gun.
You use my... weight of sadness.
We danced around, I'm stranded in this madness!
It could have been a sunny day. Then you made it rain down.
I could've kept my shades on. Now I gotta' leave this town.
Could have been a high time. Then you brought my buzz down.
The sparks don't fly. If I can't get high. I'm tipping the whiskey down.
Like a teeter-tootter, We're seldom in balance.
By myself, I'd be glued to the ground in silence.
Your starry smiles once aligned across the sky.
I'm afraid, It'll be hard for me to say good-bye!
It could have been a sunny day. Then you made it rain down.
I could've kept my shades on. Now, I've got to leave this town.
Could have been a high time. Then you brought my buzz down.
The sparks don't fly. If I can't get high. I'm tipping the whiskey down.
Say good bye, Say good bye... Good bye. Good bye my love good bye.
Around, Around, Around, Around.
Say good bye, Say good bye, Good bye my love good bye.
Around, Around, Around, Around.
Say good bye, Say good bye, Good bye my love good bye.
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Humble Ego
05:25
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Lyrics:
Keep your eyes on where you're going.
Don't lose sight of where you're from!
Keep the fire inside you growing.
You let it burn out and you're done!
Taste a little humility.
Can't escape from reality.
Are you feeling the gravity?
Take a shot of humility!
Humble Ego. Get your feet back on the ground! (get 'em on the ground)
It comes & It goes. Like a mighty wind it blows.
Go with the flow. But, don’t forget to row. (Don't forget. Don't forget.)
Humble Ego. Get your feet back on the ground!
Go with the flow. But, don’t forget...
Don't forget the ones you know.
Humble Ego… Now, here we go.
Hip, Hip, Hit, Hit. Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop. Show me, Show me, Show me, Show me, Show me what you got! Got!
Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flop, Flop, Flop. Getcha, Getcha, Getcha, Getcha, Get it while it's hot! Hot!
If I had a dollar for every time I made her holla, I’d be runnin’ up a tab. Dam, it makes me mad! ‘Cause it used be a pro.
Now, I’m trippin’ on my flow with my humble ego.
Yo, Say it ain’t so! They say it’s all for show? But, I bet you didn’t know that I’m searchin’ for a hash-tag with a trash mag and a Gucci handbag. Was it really just a fad? Say, it’s just a fad...
Was it just a fad Y'all? Was it just a fad Y'all?
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Willie's Song
04:07
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Lyrics:
It’s too late, to make that bar room…
It’s too early for the sun.
And the bed of mine is way too big, to lie upon alone.
I got a stack of Willie’s records…
They’re playin’ all night long.
I’m Drinkin’, Smokin’, Cryin’… Singing Willie’s Songs.
When Willie sings his songs to me…
They make me feel so real!
In Willie’s words, In Wille’s ways…
He knows just how I feel.
I’ve been trying to find what’s left that’s right…
In a world that’s all gone wrong!
I’m Drinkin’, Smokin’, Cryin’… Singing Willie’s Songs!
I’m Drinkin’, Smokin’, Cryin’… Singing Willie’s Songs!
Awe snap!
Where you at Willy? Never met a cowboy that could roll a Philly.
I'm Talking bout the blunt, a petty little crime,
You were not the greatest but you're always on my mind…
We're like twinsies, we got the same birfday, go to bed early,
both do judo, but you wear a bandanna and look a little girly.
It's a shame that the Feds seized your assets,
You could been a baller but you didn't pay your taxes,
Imma do a BitTa' math on this napkin,
Figure out how you got so distracted.
I mean 32 mil that's a lotta dough,
You had 31 hits certifie' gold
Over a hundred country songs on the radio,
Anna Really big hit that you wrote with Julio
To all the girls I've loved before…
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Sand & Stone
04:49
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Lyrics:
A light breaks through, The dark & cold water.
And, I’m rising to the glow.
I sink, I swim, I crawl, I walk, I run.
Yes, I am taking time to grow.
SAND & STONE! These flesh & bones!
The sea is always in my soul.
Evolution calls us All… In full circle. X3
We forged a road. Through Ice, And Wind, And Snow.
The tribal frame tattooed my brain.
I climb the mountain high. I spread my wings and fly.
A silent God collects my soul.
I climb the mountain high. I spread my wings and fly.
A silent God collects my soul.
Evolution calls us all… In full circle. X3
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7. |
Turning Reprise
03:10
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She came down from the mountain top, with a head full of lightning.
She won’t stop!
She was turning, now she was dead on the spot, when she was turning.
She was turning… Turning around!
And now six feet… Under the ground.
Now, she was pushin’ up those daisies all around us all.
Vaya con Dios my old friend!
Having fun & making hay. He was on the run from the law they say.
Had a mark, it was plain as day, when he was turning.
He was turning… Turning around!
That’s when they shot him… They shot him down.
Now, he’s pushin’ up them daisies all around us all.
Vaya con Dios my old friend!
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