Husdon Delta Lyrics
Funeral Party
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Ring a bell and sound off an alarm
I just bought the farm
You won’t see no horse and piggy
Crack some Jack
no tea or sympathy
Just a funeral party for me
Age five- Nunee Nineball
dodged a tree fall
saw that death was all around
Alive, he said I’ll manage
to do some damage
before this body’s underground,
and day-by-day, he lived his life that way
No sad story to decree
No moral to relay
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Now everyone has come from miles from here
Hand me my jacket and my comb
I’ll take a bow because the curtain’s near
Au revoir, my dear
Friends, I’m home
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Ain’t no fire lake sonnet
take that frown and put some make-up on it
No, I don’t regret it
I took my clock and set it
If something had to be, I let it
and day-by-day, I live my life that way
with no sad story to decree
No moral to relay
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So, ciao a te compare. Adios, my friend
I’m going to a party that’s never gonna end
Drunk Twice Today
Three months in- I’ve been sending postcards from the road
Empty beers were last night’s cheap ashtray
Now, I don’t mind saying I am sorry
if I did the crime for which I have to pay
But I did nothing wrong
I didn’t know all along
that the girl in this bunk’s a fiancé (oh, Lord)
And I’ve already been drunk once today
2pm- I’m sippin’ beers off Bourbon and Canal
I thought to by my ex a negligée
I didn’t mind hearing she was leaving
‘cause I’d had it up to here, if I might say
Still I wrote her a song
while hittin’ on the drummer’s bong
It smells like skunk. Nice green hay (oh, Lord)
And I’ve already been drunk twice today
10pm- I clear the phlegm with whiskey neat (but short)
The lights go down and we begin to play
At the moment, some sobriety is soothing
Music is the way we misfits pray
This is where we belong
Back on the road we’re going strong
with a cooler full of ice; and by the way- (oh, Lord)
I think that I might get drunk thrice today
I’ve already been drunk
and I’m still goddamn drunk
I’ve already been drunk three times today
That’s right
Love’s A Game
Love’s a game for jokers and fools
Jokers and fools aren’t playing by the rules
Praying for salvation, slouching on their happy hour stools
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At first, they are lost, but then they think they’re found
‘cause someone shows up and starts to drag their heart around
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Love’s a game, not to choose
‘cause in a game, someone’s gotta lose
Love’s a game for players and thieves
One’s selling their lies that the other believes
You reap what you sow. You know,
what you give might not always be what you receive
(Sorry, honey. Hate to be the bearer of bad news.)
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Well, don’t you know that it’s been a time-after-time
and a line-after-line?
It’s like a poison fruit right off the tree growing on a tangled vine
Someone’s taking up my bed
Someone’s shaking up my mind
I was praying for some vision, but it only left me blind
Love’s a game I don’t wanna play
You can drag me kicking and screaming, but I’ll only run away
You know, I’d love to love you tomorrow, but don’t you see?
I was burned by yesterday
And I don’t wanna burn tomorrow
I don’t wanna feel the fire
But I wanna bathe in that river
I wanna swim in that desire
The Devil’s In New Orleans
Sliding down a side street like a hazmat loaded truck
The world is full of heroes, but I don’t give a damn
Nowadays, our idols live on little screens
I don’t know where God is, but The Devil’s in New Orleans
A land of sand and black gold fights a never-ending war
The deities once lived there, but they’re not there anymore
The Dodgers moved to L.A. The Mets still play in Queens
I don’t know where God is, but The Devil’s in New Orleans
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I don’t know where God is. The Devil’s in New Orleans
I don’t know where God is. The Devil’s in New Orleans
Strollin’ up on Frenchman, chewing collard greens
I don’t know where God is, but The Devil’s in New Orleans.
From the top of the Mount Everest, to the depths of the Black Sea
Every crusade fought with bullet was religious insanity
It’s everywhere and nowhere. Kurt “don’t know what it means”
I don’t know where God is, but The Devil’s in New Orleans.
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Lay Your Body Down
Pardon me for walkin’ ‘cross this floor,
but we’ve met a few times before
I wanna take you out and walk you to your door
If it all plays out, we’ll try for more
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Baby, there’s no better love in town
Let me lay your body down
They say the man that you used to see
didn’t know what he had and set you free
I had the same situation and a heart of gold
Let me keep you warm when the nights grow cold
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What’s the sense in crying for what’s gone?
Let’s go dance, then get those curtains drawn
I’ll keep you up and smiling ‘til the dawn
Baby, there’s no way you’ll wear a frown
Let me lay your body down
Southern belle, sipping on your gin
Love to see you move when the band kicks in
Damn good man, devil in my soul
Give me Irish whiskey and rock n’ roll
Baby, there’s no better love in town
If it has a king, I’m the one who wears the crown
Baby, there’s no better love in town
Let me lay your body down
Murder In A Dancehall
Don’t step in front of my car
Don’t step in front of my car
When my mood is wrong and the timing’s right,
I light shit up like it’s dynamite
Don’t step in front of my car
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I’m a 911 call
Murder in a dancehall
Gotta shake it, mamí
Shake it, mamí like a rag doll
911 call
Murder in a dancehall
and I’ll be blowing up your speakers like a vandal
I tell you, I’ve got plans for
tearing up a dance floor
Gotta get that money ‘cause they’re screaming for an encore
911 call
Murder in a dancehall
Gotta shake it, mamí
Shake it, mamí
Make it pop
Don’t step in front of this train
Don’t step in front of this train
When my mood is wrong and the timing’s right,
I light shit up like it’s dynamite
Don’t step in front of this train
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Old Roads
“So…here’s the thing,” said Jonny,
as he cracked himself a can
He said, “It looks like El Dorado
is back where it began.
‘Cause we traveled ‘round this country
turning metal into gold,
but when we needed inspiration-
down these dusty streets we rolled
Now we know”
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Through all the storms we might weather
I hope we all get together
‘til we die
‘Til we die
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Sometimes you wanna drive them old roads
as the stereo explodes
You’re looking back on all your teenage episodes
And as you kick back and drive
the memories come alive
Everything you’re carrying unloads
Drive them old roads
Drive them old roads
Over mountains I am climbing
In oceans, I have swam
There’s a little town I come from
It’s part of who I am
Through every passing season
After every setting sun
There’s a home that I come back to
after living on the run
There’s only one
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Hear Me Out
Sweet, little Baby Green
A one-time two step queen
When you work those hotel bars,
part of me goes there with you
Little girl, they told you lies
wrapped up in lullabies
and I tried to open doors
You would not walk through
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And you’re further gone than I ever thought you’d be
and it’s killing me
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How can you say nothing is wrong?
Baby, look at where you are
Hear me out
Hear me out
I know it’s there holding you strong,
but before it goes too far
Hear me out
Hear me out
I’ll tell you one thing that is true-
I know much more than you think I do
A part of us died on Bleecker Street
on that winter afternoon
So, you take a Prozac,
hope a broken angel will watch your back
Every night you go out is a snowstorm honeymoon
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And I pray for you
That God will pull you through
And eventually, you will see
that I tried day-to-day
to see things you way
Tried to open each and every door,
But I cannot play the savior anymore
All My Friends Are Getting Married (I’m Just Getting Stoned)
Shooting like a bullet out of Tuscaloosa High
Back then, I thought angels just fell out of the sky
I go out late at night these days, come back home at dawn
Sleeping in my blue jeans with the car parked on the lawn
Now, the blue jeans all are faded and the angels are all gone
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I’m not ready to love
Ready to love somebody
I have sinned, but I have atoned
All my friends are getting married
I’m just getting stoned
I’m just getting stoned
Working on a dream to which I am resigned
I’m a hard, hard man to love, but I’m an easy friend to find
And I keep those wheels a-moving ‘cause the steering is aligned
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Drove up to my best friend to meet his newborn son
I think I’d like that life one day when this work is done
Yeah, my friends are having children, but I’m still having fun
When I’m ready to love,
then I will love somebody
I have sinned. I’ve atoned
All my friends are getting married
I’m just getting stoned
I’m just getting stoned
Sea of Galilee
Standing on a curbside
Squinting in the sun
Staring down the barrel of a tear that’s just begun
A porter for my breakfast
A snifter for my tea
Soon I will be entering my Sea of Galilee
Take me to The Village before I fall apart
There’ll be Powers warm
to calm the storm
and a Godforsaken heart
If we wanna get to moving to The Banc in Grammercy,
they’ll have waters for my wading in a Sea of Galilee
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Rovin’ and ravin’
all too early in the mornin’
Rovin’ and ravin’
all too early in the mornin’
Bumped into Shakin’ Alice
She was onto getting numb
She paid $20k
for a wedding day,
so she could go and see her mum
If my banter can enchant her,
she could be good company
to go diving in the waters of my Sea of Galilee
Music after midnight through a microphone
Sometimes I heal the masses
Sometimes I pray alone
A familiar face
and a whiskey chase
makes you family
to go strolling on the waters of my Sea of Galilee
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Click, Boom, Click
Everyday
I hear the same music play
Somebody blow me away
Somebody make that record stop
Some people say it’s too hot
Some people say that it’s not
Magazines and Pop
Bring me along to say,
“I’ll see you next time”
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Click, boom click
Love is dead with a click, boom, click
So long (and thanks for playing)
Click, boom, click
Thank you, and have a nice day
Take a pill and unwind
Because it seems that mankind
has lost its damn mind
Criminals and cops
But the DOW is just fine,
so pour me some wine
while this here beat drops
Sing me along with a
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Some people say it’s too hot
Some people say that it’s not
Magazines and Pop
Send me along… with a
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Arrivederci!
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