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Mike’s Song
02:25
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chorus:
Michael, oh now now Michael
I’ve been hearin’ some bad news about you
Friendships they are strong but will soon be come and gone
Please, Michael, don’t let me down
Well the last I had heard, it was the spoken word
Of a good friend of mind
He said that you was down and ramblin’ through your town
Lost, scared and lonesome
[chorus]
Well don’t listen to the rest, just trust your friends know best
Worry not, we’ll always be side by side
Now it sure would be a drag if you’d become a scab
Please now, Michael, what are we waiting on
[chorus]
Well the present is so nice, it’s a comfy place to be
But you’ve got to see
That what our futures hold will someday unfold
Sorry to say but yours ain’t lookin’ too good
Sorry to say but yours ain’t lookin’ too good
[chorus]
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2. |
Down the Drain
02:40
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chorus:
All you people are is the fabric on your back
And you listen to this music ’cause it makes your ego indestructible
He it goes again
I came here looking for a friend, music boy she never ends
When I want her I can need her, when I’m hungry I can feed her
She’s a resource in short supply, too many take her and then they die
When you’re all grabbin’ for her breast, the shirt’s escaping off your chest
[chorus]
Sorrow and elitism, they make it for the best
Their ignorance puts my will to the test
And another week goes by and another soul not saved
You life is lived in vain
[chorus]
Swimming in a sea of all my lost memories
My fun’s gone down the drain
Now all my joy is gone and all the notes are wrong
Looking for this home that I’ve known for so long
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3. |
Our Last Waltz
02:12
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See trouble down the road for us
I want to love you but you’re so unjust
Your eyes, they’re floating on the sea
Them stormy waters got their hands on me
When your lips move no words come out
Your tongue it writhes and oh it wants to shout
Your fingers dance on your guitar
Yet you spit at what joyful things they are
Up the corners of your lips turn
But only at the thought of love you’ve earned
I walk by your side all day long
Yet we don’t speak, we wish each other gone
My frame shakes hard from your cool pride
The tremors of your heart you fail to hide
Let your tears flow, let your tongue shout
We cannot love until your secret’s out
It’s torture what you do to me
Why won’t you speak, what is there to defeat
You make me cry, you make me blue
I cannot forge a smile in spite of you
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Suburban Town
01:52
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Oooooh yeah, oooooh yeah
Well walkin’ around the Pinole valley, surrounded by green hills, I see
Thinkin’ about this wonderful place, my heart is content
Well I wouldn’t be quite sure, what I’d do without this place
But I know without it I wouldn’t be insane
Well I start my day with the daily news and this is what I see
They got people dyin’ all over this world but that don’t bother me
Because in my suburban town there ain’t nothin’ that can get me down
I got my friends and a woman and weed and I tell you what that’s all I need
Well my friends are always there for me and I’m always there for them
We have a good time every week and fun good times with friends
We hang out and go to shows or we walk around Pinole
We can post up anywhere and the Pinole police won’t even care
Well the time is up, the song is through, there’s one thing I’ll just say
Creative artists in this town are up and on their way
Writin’ and drawin’ is our game, makin’ music is the same
We’ll create great ideas, despite the scabs that’ll slow us down
Oooooh yeah, oooooh yeah
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5. |
Pinole Blues Minor
02:51
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Well I woke up one day in mid-July
Well I woke up one day in mid-July
I heard the damnedest of news, it brought a tear to my eye
When I first heard the news
I closed my eyes and ears
Oh when I first heard the news
I closed my eyes and ears
Three boys shot in Fernandez Park, two let down and die
Why, the people asked
Why, oh why, oh why
Why, the people asked
Why, oh why, oh why
Why must such good boys face such harm and die
Well the cops were confused and the citizens they turned their heads
Well the cops were confused and the citizens they turned their heads
What can we do from stopping this from ever happening again
The youth stood strong and honored their fallen friends
Oh the youth stood strong and honored their fallen friends
We will never forget you forever you will remain in our hearts
They said it was a thug, a no-good gangbanger from Richmond
Oh they said it was a thug, a no-good gangbanger from Richmond
May he be condemned, oh may he be condemned
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