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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
Well I've been up to Paris
And I've slept in a park Went down to Barcelona Someone broke in my car And I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl Took the train down to Athens And I slept in a fountain Some Swiss junkie in Turin Ripped me off for my cash Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl The CRS on the metro Shook me down for a bribe On my knees for the sergeant When my passport arrived Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl Called my mom from a payphone I said "I'm down to my last." She said "I sent you to college Now go call your dad." And the waitress that he married Well she hung up the phone You know she never did like me But I can stand on my own Sold my plasma in Amsterdam Spent it all in a night Buying drinks at the Melk Weg For a soldier in drag And I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl Euro-trash Girl, I'm a Euro-trash girl Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl Solo Johnny Got a tattoo in Berlin And a case of the crabs A rose and a dagger On the palm of my hand And I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl Euro-trash Girl, Euro-trash girl Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Euro-trash Girl |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
Well I've been up to Paris
And I've slept in a park. Went down to Barcelona Someone broke in my car And I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl. Took the train down to Athens And I slept in a fountain. Some Swiss junkie in Turin Ripped me off for my cash. Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl. The CRS on the metro Shook me down for a bribe. On my knees for the sergeant When my passport arrived. Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl Called my mom from a payphone I said "I'm down to my last." She said "I sent you to college Now go call your dad." And the waitress that he married Well she hung up the phone. Ya know she never did like me But I can stand on my own. Sold my plasma in Amsterdam. Spent it all in a night Buying drinks at the Melk Weg For a soldier in drag. And I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl My Eurotrash Girl Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl Got a tattoo in Berlin And a case of the crabs. A rose and a dagger On the palm of my hand. And I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl. Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl Eurotrash Girl Yeah, I'll search the world over For my angel in black. Yeah, I'll search the world over For a Eurotrash Girl. |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
Origin: Kerosene Hat
Soraya Rozkuszka: "Someone at the San Francisco shows, Bugs I think, was talking about the recording of Kerosene Hat--the snoring (on Hi-Desert Biker Meth Lab) was supposedly the security guard for the sound stage they built, who dozed off so they lowered a boom mike over him. The hammering and sawing is supposedly all them building the stage/set/whatchamacallit." |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
Origin: Kerosene Hat
Soraya Rozkuszka: "Someone at the San Francisco shows, Bugs I think, was talking about the recording of Kerosene Hat--the snoring (on Hi-Desert Biker Meth Lab) was supposedly the security guard for the sound stage they built, who dozed off so they lowered a boom mike over him. The hammering and sawing is supposedly all them building the stage/set/whatchamacallit." |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
I'm standing in your corridor
I wonder what I'm waiting for The Leaves are drifting out to sea I'm waiting for you desperately All things beautiful All things beautiful I want everything I want everything You call us with your silent seas You call us in our tiny boats Gather us up with the storm And cast us out upon the shore All things beautiful All things beautiful I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything You're deep inside this fecund swamp Or let it be your beating heart You're deep inside this fecund swamp You call us in our tiny boats All things beautiful All things beautiful I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything I want everything |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
How can I fly with these old doggy wings
While the magpie sings some shiny song Old corn face row of teeth, she says sweetly to me In the elevator Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream Here come old Kerosene Hat With his ear flaps waxed, a courting his girl Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates With that devilish spoon Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream When you're submarine So don't you bother me, death, with your leathery ways And your old chaise lounge Wickerman's fence of leathery tires And the cook's gone mad, started several fires Everything seems like a dream When you're submarine Head like a stream she says softly to me From the rattling chair Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows My medicine lamp Everything seems like a dream So life's a scream |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
How can I fly with these old doggy wings
While the magpie sings some shiny song Old corn face row of teeth, she says sweetly to me In the elevator Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream Here come old Kerosene Hat With his ear flaps waxed, a courting his girl Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates With that devilish spoon Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream When you're submarine So don't you bother me, death, with your leathery ways And your old chaise lounge Wickerman's fence of leathery tires And the cook's gone mad, started several fires Everything seems like a dream When you're submarine Head like a stream she says softly to me From the rattling chair Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows My medicine lamp Everything seems like a dream So life's a scream |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
How can I fly with these old doggy wings
While the magpie sings some shiny song Old corn face row of teeth, she says sweetly to me In the elevator Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream Here come old Kerosene Hat With his ear flaps waxed, a courting his girl Come clattering in here on your old cloven skates With that devilish spoon Everything seems like a dream And life's a scream When you're submarine So don't you bother me, death, with your leathery ways And your old chaise lounge Wickerman's fence of leathery tires And the cook's gone mad, started several fires Everything seems like a dream When you're submarine Head like a stream she says softly to me From the rattling chair Bring me a steak and my old pair of crows My medicine lamp Everything seems like a dream So life's a scream |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
Oh, yeah I feel alright tonight
Oh, man the stars are bright tonight Like we could reach right out And help yourself to them Cause what we want and what we need Will one day bring us to our knees Well, I am over it You know that I've accepted it Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Go for a ride So, drive real fast through the underpass And if we die or if we crash Well I'd be flattered to Be buried right next to you Cause what's yours is yours What's mine is mine In the summertime Under the blackened sky The world belongs to us Baby lets use it up. Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Go for a ride Go for a ride Let's go for a ride Let's go for a ride Go for a ride |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
Well, lucky number seven passed me by
Lucky number seven called my name and passed on by Well he came back don't you know With his brother six in tow And that is how number thirteen wound up at my side And that is how I got these lonesome Johnny blues How I got these lonesome Johnny blues Got the lonesome Johnny blues And there's nothing I can do 'Cept sing these sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues Here we go Grim reaper he pulled up into my drive Grim reaper pulled his little old chevrolet right up onto the goddamn drive Johnny, I haven't come up for you But I want someone who's dear to you And the price you pay is to remain alive And I'll stay here with these lonesome Johnny blues Stay here with these lonesome Johnny blues With the lonesome Johnny blues And there's nothing I can do 'Cept sing these sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues Woah, no more trouble send him down the road, won't you please. No more trouble won't you beat him up, won't you send him down the road Trouble dumped out the trash Ransacked the place for cash And he wound up taking much more than I own And he left me with these lonesome Johnny blues Left me with these lonesome Johnny blues With the lonesome Johnny blues And there's nothing I can do 'Cept sing these sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues Johnny blues The sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues Johnny blues The sad old weary lonesome Johnny blues |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn,
I could arm a town the size of Abilene Don't you push me baby, Cause I'm all alone and you know I'm only in it for the gold All that I am asking is for ten gold dollars And I could pay you back with one good hand You can look around about the wide world over And you'll never find another honest man. Last fair deal in the country, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold dollars where your love is baby, Before I let my deal go down Last fair deal in the country, Last fair deal in the town Put your gold dollars where your love is baby, Before I let my deal go down Don't you push me baby, cause I'm all alone And I know a little something you might never know Don't you touch our liquor, just a cup of cold coffee I'm gonna wake up in the morning and go Everybody prayin' and drinkin' that wine I can tell the queen of diamonds by the way she shines Come to papa on an inside straight, Causel I got no chance of losing this time No I got no chance of losing this time No I got no chance of losing this time |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
Sometimes I wanna take you down
Sometime I wanna get you low Brush your hair back from your eyes Take you down let the river flow Sometimes I go and walk the street Behind a green sheet of glass A million miles below their feet A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned A million poppies gonna make me sleep Just one rose it knows your name The fruit is rusting on the vine A fruit is calling from the trees Hey don't you wanna go down Like some junky cosmonaut A million miles below their feet A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned Blue, blue is the sun Brown, brown is the sky Green, green are her eyes A million miles, a million miles Hey don't you wanna go down Like some disgraced cosmonaut A million miles below their feet A million miles, a million miles I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned I'll be with you, girl, like being low Hey, hey, hey like being stoned |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
Well the movie star, well she crashed her car
But everyone said she was beautiful even without her head Everyone said she was dangerous Well the chief of police kept the crime off the streets Deep in his heart, we all knew he felt differently We all knew he was an anarchist Well I, I'd like to devour you But you, you'd probably devour me For your golden wheat, for your oat bran head Deep in my heart Girl you're a beautiful animal I'll put a tag on your ear Here we go! Well the movie star, well she crashed her car But everyone said she was beautiful even without her head Everyone said she was dangerous Well the chief of police kept the crime off the streets Deep in his heart we all knew he felt differently We all knew he was an anarchist Well I, I'd like to devour you But you, you'd probably devour me Well I, I'd like to devour you But you, you'd probably devour me Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal Girl you're a beautiful animal |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
And here's Ivanovich
In his rocket ship Spinning helplessly Up above the earth While his heart is splintered All the girls of winter Are buried in their coats, anonymous While winter girls are waiting Ivanovich in high rotation Is just another star Up in the sky And while the world was waiting We're overwhelmed by some sensation Of something long ago and far away Like General Jackson's arm It's buried on some farm While the fever Pushes words from his lips And by the drunken river Where the soldiers shiver We rest beneath the shade of the trees While winter girls are saying "Each of us a tiny nation You're just another star But so am I." And while the world was waiting We're overwhelmed by some sensation Of something long ago and far away |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
If I could just keep
My stupid mind together Then my thoughts across The land for you to see The sun drags locomotives To the ocean No one knows this like I do Seconds clicking which I'm Change to dust Whithered roots of hair And nights of rust I'm waiting in the currents Of the ocean I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so tired of goodbyes, goodbyes Goodbyes, goodbyes Goodbyes When night comes crawling in On a horse Soaking up my dreams Through the pores I'm so sick I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes Goodbyes Goodbyes I'm so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so tired of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so sick, so sick of goodbyes, goodbyes I'm so, I'm so Goodbyes Goodbyes Goodbyes |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
Be my sweet potato
Be my honey lamb Dance around the campfire Hang around a while Well, I been caught stealing Someone else's vibe Everybody loves or hates us But we're still alive Well wake up in the morning Cup of coffee, grab your bags Jump into the caddie 'Cause this touring ain't a drag They were overrated, educated I suppose a little jaded When I get off this I think I'm gonna have to be sedated Be my sweet potato I'll be your honey lamb Give me some black tupelo I been caught again Shit! I went to New York City But then I come right back Everyone was cool there I couldn't get no slack You seen me in the papers You seen me in the Voice I think I'd stay in Dixie If I had the choice Well wake up in the morning Cup of coffee, grab your bags Jump into the caddie 'Cause this touring ain't a drag They were overrated, educated I suppose a little jaded When I get off this I think I'm gonna have to be sedated Be my sweet potato I'll be your honey lamb Give me some black tupelo I been caught again |
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from Cracker - Kerosene Hat (1993)
Take me down
To the infirmary Lay me down On cotton sheets Put a damp cloth On my forehead Lay me down And let me sleep I know the whiskey, it won't soothe my soul And the morphine won't heal my heart But if you take me down to the infirmary I won't have to sleep or drink alone So, take me down To the infirmary Walk a sound that's as blue as her eyes Oh, sister Magdalene won't you fetch the doctor's flask He is going to need a steady A steady hand I know the whiskey, it won't soothe my soul And the morphine won't heal my heart But if you take me down to the infirmary I won't have to sleep or drink alone So, take me down To the infirmary Lay me down on cotton sheets Put a damp cloth on my forehead Lay me down let me sleep Lay me down let me sleep |
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