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Vasquez
04:40
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Just tell of the times that I spent in the rocks,
By the fire in the Winter while the Sherif had thought
I was in the Arroyo and an ambush was near,
when they laid their snares
I seemed to disappear.
You all forgot how to live like Devils.
How to burn the brush behind you and keep your pace.
And just last night I woke from this dream
We were that beautiful again
But I was waking up too fast and I forgot the end.
Tell how I escaped from those gallows again.
And it took them four years and still by year's end
they hadn't found a track or a trace of my wandering.
Just notes and the letters from the cash that I'm laundering.
Tell all about Theresa and how the rocks rose
To that corder of Los Angeles where we both lost our clothes.
Then we walked towards the lights that we saw near the coast
Where we drank with the natives and we each gave a toast.
That we won't forgot how to live like Devils.
How to burn the brush behind us and keep our pace.
And just last night I woke from this dream
We were that beautiful again
But I was waking up too fast and I forgot the end.
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Marchesseault
04:07
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I meant to fix the streets and bring the up to code
But my family blood repeats and sprouts the seed it sowed.
And now I've mixed myself with things that I regret.
I borrow tax as cash for drinking and roulette.
When the pipes burst they couldn't find me.
I was slaking my thirst, pulling the cork free.
I know I let this wither and rot
But now I'll do the right thing.
You know I've always tried to be good
But now I hope you can forget. Me.
You don’t complain about the looseness of my ways.
How I’ve been reckless while I hunt for dying days.
I've broken all by vows and break them here again.
What doesn’t kill you now will slowly kill you then.
So when the road fell they couldn’t find me.
I was embarrassed as hell prying the church key.
I know I let this wither and rot
But now I’ll do the right thing.
You know I’ve always tried to be good
but now I hope you can forget what I’ve done.
Don’t let them think that you’re involved with me at all.
Just pardon Sainsevain, don’t let my city fall.
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Lummis
05:03
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You were kissed by the dust near the end
As I crawled from The Queen of the West.
Your growl was the knell as the fall apples fell.
How I wish that I could see you run through the pines again.
I pushed on through a Sierra pass
Then came to view Los Angeles at last.
I'll settle down, start writing for the times.
Expose this town if you read between the lines.
Here there are ghosts
who pour floods on the land.
They are whispering their fictions to a fool.
And the fool will comply
with the whisper's lie
He will smother his love with the ruse.
But I can't stay so stagnant
In this movable town
Where the rainfall is never enough.
I'll head back to the soul of the indian west
Where I'll write of the rust
And the thieves.
Besides I gotta go back
And settle up with old Set
To take an eye for the friend
That he stole.
So when I came down to the desert again
Set challenged a race with stone boats.
But his shoulder was bent when the buckshot was spent
and Tiburcio ran up like a ghost.
Someday I'll return to the hills in Jimez
and I'll sleep in the shade of the pines.
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Feliz
06:47
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Broken is the golden bowl and lost are the fair and debonaire.
So let no bell toll then, for old wood burns faster than we thought.
I was robbed by me neighbor
while disease had trapped me in my bed.
So now it is my onus
to keep a plague upon us where a flood will drown the soil.
Your new room has the kind of light that lies to you.
And I'm still living in this house.
You can see that she is planning
something foul to take what you have built.
Now colonel take advice,
don't let this happen twice when we can stop her.
You can't take mercy when you do it.
Then wrap her body in the hotel sheets.
Just take the proper preparations. Leave no indications, no stains.
Your new room has the kind of light that lies to you
and I'm still living in this house.
I'm still walking down its stairs.
I'm still reading in the library till the morning.
So this is how this ends for me with a sip from Lethe to lose all memory.
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