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Dead Passenger
03:13
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Kick the legs out underneath the seat
Grabbed the shattered glass and imagine playing their neck like a violin
Put my fist down n' felt the heavy thoughts
I wanna shoot up but more drugs will probably make it worse
They took my love
N' I'm seeing blood
Tell me the truth
Am I gonna make it through
I need to leave again
Pack my bags and catch a train
Maybe ride the rails
Save myself some dollar bills
N' I tell it time and time
I'll get drunk and really high
Watching the hills
Tree's like the ocean blue
Yeah far away and vacant too
Threw the dope out stuck to warm meals and the cold beers
Settled down with a gutter punk I met in Orleans
A better start to something God it feels so nice to live again
I said oh what a fool I am
They took my love
Screw moving on
Friends tell me still
That they know I will
Ran to jump aboard
Chug away and leave it all
Rediscovered what it's like
To hit the bottle in the night
N' find me at the dunes
Let the air complete me
And ask the wind
Can you take a wish to heaven
I just want too live again yeah
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2. |
Please Don't Forget Me
04:43
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Found my father with the roaches
Found my mother in her bed
Shotgun shells along the floor
N' holes inside their heads
Wept the corner til it molded
Left the blood until it stained
Drank reckless on the porch step
As I watched their souls escape
Please don't forget me
When the pearly gates budge to let you in
Please don't let me
Find myself lost again
Found the darkness in the parking lot
Where penumbras reigned as lords
And the whores I had mistaken
As the angels of intercourse
Left the wicked to destruction
Let it sit inside my mind
Thought I could recover
Well hell I must be blind
Please don't forget me
I've nothing greater still
Please don't let me
Use my heart to kill
Let the rats run through the garbage
Saw the mother feed her face
This engine key won't ever turn
I'm better off as dead
Please don't forget me
Yeah
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3. |
The Darkest Truth
03:28
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Well it's quick and painless
The thought is contagious
Should I stay and wait this through
Should I really fall for you
In the hour of the moonlight
I'm sleeping by the phone
Just waiting for an answer
To if you're coming home
It's the darkest truth
It will kill me when you do
It's too cold outside to cry
No, and ya not my love
I take my time when I wake yeah
Look outside and let my mind make up
All the dollhouses home to no face
You want me dead but I dug my own grave
It's the darkest truth
It will kill me when ya do
No and it's too cold outside to cry
No, and ya not my love
No and ya not my love
No and ya not my love
Well It's quick and painless
Thought is contagious
Should I wait this through
Should I fall for you
In the hour of the moonlight
I'm sleeping by the phone
Waiting for that answer
If ya coming home
It's the darkest truth
It will kill me when ya do
No and it's too cold outside to cry
No, and ya not my love
No and ya not my love
No and ya not my love
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4. |
Porch Drunk Lullaby
03:28
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I'm caught in a storm yeah
It's been cloudy for days
The ruggedness of living
Has shadowed my hatred
This house that I home
Could come down anytime
I'm breathing for the opera
Playing for my life
My friends and I do
The same shit everyday
Get drunk on the porch bench
And talk about pain
We're all in a standby
Scrounging up change
For noodles and salt
Another bottle to drink oh
I'm scared that I'll get stuck
Doing nothing more
Working shit retail
'Til I'm eighty four
I just wanna play the stage
And pluck my guitar
Get paid to be happy
And drive my own car
But the bed that I sleep in
Encumbers my soul
Stained with blood n' drugs n' cum
N' cigarettes I smoke yeah
This world gets so hard
Harder than steel
But stealing's what I'm good at
When it comes to beer yeah
Another spacebag
Another jar of gin
Two bottles of fucking mad dog
N' I'm still fuckin' breathin'
The frat fuckin' fucks
Piss on my house, belittle me
I'm just trying to pour my art out
From the vortex I'm trapped in
I know that I'm charming
Attractive and sweet
But my ego comes from somewhere
That I know that I ain't
So lend me your ear
And waste all your time
Enjoying my songs
So I don't waste mine
Is it better than nothing
Better than death
One sounds less enticing
Another sweeter than red wine
And most of my partners
Cheated on me
Fucked in my bathroom
And fucked where I dream
I'm sick of the road
And putting up tents
And giving all my change
When I need it myself
So I settled here quick
To chase piece of mind
I lost it instead and made a
Porch drunk lullaby
Where the walls tell of whispers
The stories of sin
The darkest parts the most
Depressing of kids
So pull out a lighter
And pop another beer
Hope it hits you in the eye
And you perceive only half what is unclear
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5. |
Waiting For You
03:16
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Ate my shirt kicked a kid
Smoked my weight in parliaments
While I was waiting here for you
Tied my shoes sang the day
Knocked on wood and prayed you came
I ran out of things to do
Well them sandy dunes got me
Sand in my shoes feeling alive
Well dem Folsom blues she singing
But it my mind I'm so caught up
Oh dat first kiss
Lit them pulls burned the sheets
Smoked more cigs than there are degrees
hile I was waiting there for you
Made my coffee drank it black
Always get them panic attacks
So I, jumped back in bed with you
Well them wispy dreams she's seeing
Car horns and birds keep ringing
Well them fifty years we got through
Still holding hands
While I was waiting there for you
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6. |
The Campbell Club Blues
03:32
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Yeah sitting on the front porch
All of the moments have been burned in my mind
And the roof like always been leaking
N' I ain't seen a day where it's dry
My landlord took my home
Spit on my heart yeah and buried my bones
Now I'm sitting with the trash with a beard like a sheep
I tried to pray and God is laughing at me yeah the blues
Tried to heal myself in almost every way
I hope I die before the start of the morning oh yeah
Staring in the mirror searching for tears
I feel like weeping but they've yet to appear oh the blues
Fascist statements made for fashion
Molotov cocktails two parts passion
Oh yeah well ya making me sick
The way ya fightin' no it ain't doing shit yeah the blues
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7. |
Coming to Kill Me
03:29
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Got by my whole life just to be here now
Grey skies and sundials tell time I'm wearing down
Well they say the same things about my clothes as they do love
A heavy heart of lead tumbled the dust fro m your hair
I'm pushing forward still
Relax all you want
I'll take that precipice
Broke as hell from alcohol
Oh they're running for me
Oh they're running for me still
Oh they're aiming for me
Yeah they're aiming for me still
Yeah they're coming for me
Coming to kill me still
Got by my whole life just to spange the streets
Packed up in the night and hitched from this evil place
I'd say goodbye darling but the graveyard told me I am much to human
So I will write you a story to commemorate the drugs that you would not stop using
I'm pushing forward still
Relax all you want
I'll take that precipice
Broke as hell from alcohol
Oh they're running for me
Oh they're running for me still
Oh they're aiming for me
Yeah they're aiming for me still
Yeah they're coming for me
Coming to kill me still
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8. |
Iron Strings
04:18
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Well I couldn't move in the night
These shadows took my last breath away
And I'd love to put up a fight
Instead I'm inside
Paintings of the other kind
N' I can't recall my face
I forgot how the river flows
And It's December oh I wish I could remember
One thousand roses
That withered just for you
Well I couldn't leave me there
I couldn't breathe in the end
The cold was all that remained
It never snows when I need it most
Oh I've been rotting in the water
I've been sinking down in them bottles
And I need to fake where I'll get
Cause it's all gone along and
Made me who I am
N I hung from iron strings
The catacombs of dust and bones
Circled the streets in place
Where had you gone, where did they take you my love
N' it's just too far, too far, too far for me
N' it's just too long, too long, too long til I wake from my sleep
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9. |
Hallelujah Died
03:07
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The soft bite of the frigid cold
I'll die here in the city
By the sidewalk in the streets
With uncovered toes
Won't someone help me
All I need's a dollar bill
And a blanket, for
The cold...
Oh how the days go by,
Mm, and the months do too
I'm losing hope I'll make it through
Sitting by the tree in the pavement
Watching the news
Through the glass of the shopping mall
While they play the blues
Oh, Hallelujah died
No one can save me
From the dark and empty cold...
Oh how the months go bye
Oh, and the years do too
I'm losing all by living on
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10. |
Cool Hand Luke
02:36
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Blood n' money oh he's using again
Trainspotting on the rails in a tin can
Doesn't matter at the end of the day
As long as he run away numb and empty
Hit the bottle like he hit in the ring
Hoping either woulda knocked him dead
But he's alive and well and trying again
With a sugar spoon and new syringe
Fuck if I know what he's thinking
Fuck if I know who's to blame
Fuck if I even have an opinion
It's not my battle to judge him at all
Cause that Cool Hand Luke
Gonna gamble, like a losing man
Straight out of the gutters of Orleans
Half witted and close to death
He spent the last bit of money on Cigarettes
Rundown and puckered up with both fists
Aimed at a street sign he mistook for a man
Who caught his shoulder as he pay
Fuck if I know what he's thinking
Fuck if I know who's to blame
Fuck if I even have an opinion
It's not my battle to judge him at all
Cause that Cool Hand Luke
Gonna gamble, like a losing man
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11. |
Death is Walking With Me
03:09
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Oh heaven help me, where is the woe
Why are they leaving, where will they go
All my friends are losing to suicide and drugs
Oh and they're sleeping so comatose in blood
Committing treason to God
And death is walking with me
My angels praying "please save his soul"
"Oh let him know what it's like to grow old"
Oh and mother don't shed a tear
A different coast yeah but I'm always right here
The winter season is cold
And death is walking with me
Oh and the heaving of a tortured boat
So misleading as the quickest way home
Promised fortune but the earliest grave
Their bleeding hearts hanging like drapes
The curtains closing the stage
And death is walking with me
And death is walking with me
And death is walking with me
Death is walking with me
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Cigarettes and Milk Portland, Oregon
Everyone says my moniker is gross. Cigarettes and Milk is the factual and fictitious project of Waldo Przekop. Which is me. Stories of a kid who hates the system of oppression put in place by a capitalist society. Songs of my deepest internal grief and anxiety. I am emotional, almost none of my music is happy. I am a lo-fidelity musician and I am folk out of the gutter. A blueberry farmer too. ... more
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