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More Love Than Money
03:27
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Lately I been thinking about it
Wondering how it all went down
Looking for a reason
Looking for a way to get out this town
Momma says it’s always raining
Daddy’s always working on a song
Even my mother in law’s, got something to say
About how I think wrong
Maybe I’m expired, I’m so tired of always letting you down
If I can’t make you happy
I might as well do something for me
Did I waste a life on the road
Singing someone else’s songs for free
The business isn’t my business
My baby says I’m always blue
It ain’t been nothing but cold
at home, I ain’t got nothing to do
Maybe I’m expired, I’m so tired of always letting you down
It’s always one step forward, two steps back
But we got more love than money, that’s enough to keep us on track
Pack it up and go back west
It’s not like it ain’t ever been done
but back home it’s all money
And how do you get it, when you ain’t got none
Kids and a women back home
Their keeping me satisfied
But this towns sinking down
Maybe it’s time to get back to her side
Maybe I’m expired, I’m so tired of always letting you down
Maybe we’re just fine, all in good time, I’ll stop letting you down
Maybe I’m just tired, Maybe I’m just wired and I’m coming down
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2. |
Midnight at The Oasis
03:31
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It’s midnight at the oasis
We got some two bit card game to play
And it’s pretty bright from the city light
spinning midnight into the day
And the desert night is colder
Than expected for this time they say
But it’s midnight at the oasis
And I’m way too drunk to stay
I stumbled alone down Freemont Street
Found a sister with nothing to wear
She got off her split shift and needed a lift
and there ain’t much going down there
So I walked her home and pretended
I wasn’t interested in paying her fare
But it’s midnight at the oasis’
And I’m way to drunk to care
So if you’ve got mud in your feelings
if you’ve got broke in your brain
If you’re ready to fight with the new days light
If you feel more in than sane
I know a nun that will cook you a hotdog
I know a dancer that will teach you to kiss
But it’s midnight at the oasis
And your pants are covered in……goodnight Irene.
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3. |
Greedy Guts
04:50
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Greedy guts came paddling down the Ottawa river
Looking for a claim to call his own
Staring off into a newborn nation
on a landscape of stolen land and snow
Greedy guts was whistling out some forgotten tune
Something about destiny and fear
He was talking some jive about moral superiority
While the heat was rising around here
Oohhhhh momma, What has been delivered?
What has caused this darkness to remain?
Oohhhhh momma, everything is changing
And I’m not sure that I can stand this pain
Greedy guts was buying up all the land and timber
Damning up the rivers lakes and streams
He sure as heck, was no friend to the poor
And he was stealing all the young persons dreams
The air was thick with smoke and gasoline
The water full of cancer and cocaine
Some people got together tried drive him out
But greedy and his cronies would remain
Oohhhhh momma, What has been delivered?
What has caused this, darkness to remain?
Oohhhhh momma, everything is changing
And I’m not so sure, that I can stand this pain
You can rage against the broken dreams,
kick against the apathetic pricks
Make signs, sing out, even get arrested
But you might get nothing but a truncheon stick and bricks
They sang out, This brand of Freedom, is a prison
We are slaves to the practice of liberty
More disrupters, more earth based religion
And more time in nature for folks like you and me
One day Greedy guts, fell hard from on high
A wasted life of extravagance and fool hearty ways
We will not look kindly to the history he destroyed
and the reign of greedy gut’s days
Oohhhhh momma, Did I see you crying?
What has caused this? I can feel your pain
Oohhhhh momma, everything is changing
And I don’t know how, we all can remain
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A hole in my stocking, a hole in my shoe,
please can you spare a dollar of two.
If you haven’t a dollar a quarter will do
and if you haven’t a quarter, may God bless you
Christmas for the poor
The down and the out
The beasts of burden
The angel of doubt
He was out on the corner
Famished for sure
Tired of the hustle
Looking out for the cure
No food in our belly,
No change for the bus
No, Father Christmas didn’t give a damn about us
Down at the mission
Dressed up for the feast
In these rags of beauty
She was trying at least
A hole in my stocking a hole in my shoe,
please can you spare a dollar of two.
If you haven’t a dollar a quarter will do
and if you haven’t a quarter, may God bless you
Politicians are stirring
all those gifts but so bored
tearing all through the wrapping
in the name of the lord
A feast for the poor
some reprieve form the cold
In the year of austerity
In a kingdom of gold
Down at the mission
Lined up at the trough
Father Christmas appeared
With a tubercular cough
But it was hard not to smile
With a belly that full
a fat goose and pudding
a warm a bed in hall
A hole in my stocking a hole in my shoe,
please can you spare a dollar of two.
If you haven’t a dollar a half dollar will do
and if you haven’t a half dollar, may God bless you
Christmas in the year of austerity
Next year son, Next year
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5. |
Fangs of New York
04:21
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Give me something half as real
As these words I'm on tonight
There’s nothing there but a nightmare
And I’m aching for some light
The fangs of New York are loaded
And she's searching for a song
I leave the lights of Broadway
I’ve felt so down so long
The fangs of New York
Are sharpened to a point
Of a wasted city psychopath.
And a pay to play beer joint
Try as you may
The kids will rule the streets
With sex and drugs and EDM
But try and get some sleep
At 53rd and 3rd
I broke down and laughed
There’s a poet on every corner here
out looking for the path
The fangs of New York
Are sharpened to a point
Of a lovely city psychopath
And a pay to play beer joint
The fangs of New York are bloody
So come on baby let me in
I'm so lonely for a night out/vision
There nothing like this where I’ve been
Tell the good doctor and the cricket
We’ll be coming back next spring
When the cold has left the concrete
And the chimes of freedom ring
That town was awful pretty
And I could hang around a while
The people there seemed pretty nice
And I liked the laidback style
But give me something half as real
As these streets I'm on tonight
I'm searching for some magic
I ain’t putting up a fight
The fangs of New York
Are sharpened to a point
Of a lovely city psychopath
And a pay to play beer joint
The fangs of New York are poems
So come on baby let me in
I'm so lonely for a night out
There nothing like this where I’ve been
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6. |
Christmas Carol
03:15
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He was breaking into cars on Christmas Eve
She was out on the corner trying to score a little reprieve
It’s getting harder and harder to believe
And mirrors belong on walls not on tables
I was sitting at home wondering what comes next
I saw a flash of light and a bullet proof vest
Gunned down in the street for doing his best
ain’t we all doing something that we shouldn’t?
Oh——ohhh look at it snow
I’m sitting pretty by the fire you know
Baby’s safe and warm
Safe from all this worlds harm
While we look for something to believe in
It’s a dark street In a cold town
In a mean old world, always knocking guy’s down
And it all goes to show
it keeps spinning round and round
So you better keep your feet on the concrete
Christmas Carol was crying, trying to cover that pain
She’d start it off different, but it would end the same
Sticking Christmas cheer deep into her veins
Well we all gotta find a little comfort
Oh——ohhh look at it snow
I’m sitting pretty by the devil you know
Baby’s safe and warm
Safe from all this worlds harm
While we look for something to believe in
Bob was staying clean, got a place of his own
Stopped breaking into cars, called his mother on the phone
Not asking for money, not cooking up that stone
A twisted Christmas miracle for someone
You know that Santa is on his way with the drugs in his sleigh
Trying to hem the demons in, try to quite up that brain
a little dirtier that ours, but it needs love just the same
a life in a world full of trouble
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7. |
Black Teenager
02:36
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My God she screams out, I’ve been hit
Rubber bullets, violent shit
Who’s all this freedom for, anyway?
My God she screams out
They’ve killed a man
Fake dollar bill in the palm of his hand
He’s lying on the concrete screaming out for his momma
Riots in the street, they burned the station
Screams of a violent administration
This ain’t freedom this ain’t new
This ain’t me, this ain’t you
Holy God, holy mother
She’s my sister he’s my brother
Why?
My God he cries out, what’s it for?
Tears and gas and goddamn war’
He fought the fascists when I was young
Get your knee from off his neck
He can’t breathe, are you done yet?
He’s sent in the army to do the will of the people
Police playing soldiers
Kicked in the head, another black teenager ends up dead
There’s your freedom, 40 acres, no future for black teenagers
Holy Christ, where’s my mother
Don’t touch my sister, get of my brother
why?
shooting starts, this is America, I can’t find my way home
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8. |
Does Anybody Live Here?
04:32
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Baby are you crying? I’m crying too
It’s so cold in here, But I still believe in you
And I know it’s never perfect, and it never was dream
But I can see the beach from here, from your front porch screen
Does anybody live here, is there anybody home?
you’re living in the city, to live among the trees but always feeling so alone
Does anybody live here, Does anybody care?
I guess you’re moving on, I hope you do well out there
I thought we could be a family, we could really make it pay
I tried to hem in all my demons, but they would never let you stay
But there’s too much broken feelings, too many empty threats
I guess it’s all a gamble, on to whom you place your bets
Does anybody live here, is there anybody home?
To live among the people, but always feeling so alone
Does anybody live here, Does anybody care?
I guess you’re moving on, I hope you do well out there
When you coming back this way, When you coming back this way,
When you coming back this way. Please come home
I thought he was a goner, washed up crazy fool
Always stuck in second gear, Always talking like a tool
But a little bit of truth. A little kindness too
He was looking out for answers the way that searchers do
Does anybody live here? Is this house a home
Can you face a past, without leaving me alone
Does anybody live here, Do you even care?
It wasn’t meant to be, I hope you do well out there
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How do you live with a broken heart you just do
How do you feel when it’s all take it all from you
They tell me I shouldn’t drink they tell me not to fight
But they don’t feel what I feel in the night
So how do you live with a broken heart, you just do
It’s this broken world that set me to think this way
I used to have a home but she’s saying I can’t stay
Well the ghosts come quick through no fault of my own
I kill em with the bottle I kill em with the stone
It’s this broken world that set me to think this way
He’s waiting for me in some dark corner
She’s feeding that broken wing
She’s and addict in the attic, With her finger on my trigger
Giving names to the songs that I won’t ever sing
Well her momma wasn’t around, my daddy spoke in fists
Prone to fits of rage, She couldn’t take too much more of this
Headed out on her own, out into streets of rage
She lived like a child busted out of its cage
Her momma wasn’t around and my daddy he spoke with his fists
He’d go , knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, Her around
She’s go , knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, Me around
How do you love with a broken heart you just do
How do you breathe when something dark takes hold of you
How do you leave when he’s says he was wrong
your down on your knees and you can’t be strong
How do you love with a broken heart you just do
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10. |
Ventura (For Neal Casal)
03:43
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You were working on that Willie Nelson record.
You took us to the fifth avenue bar
It might have been the greatest night of my life
It might have been but I can’t be too sure
And you wouldn’t even let me meet my hero
You said you didn’t want me to be crushed
Anyway it turns out he’s a real asshole
And it never would’ve added up to much
It turns out you were adding up to something
But what it was wasn’t enough to keep you here
After all it was you who’s always crying
Even though we never saw you shed a tear
So I just want to thank for the kindness
I just want to thank you for your songs
I just want these tears out of my head
They meant to hang around this long
And I wish I would’ve know you had this darkness
I wish I would’ve stayed in touch some more
I wish I would’ve taken up that offer
to meet you up Ventura before
Someday when I get off of this highway
Someday we will walk along this road
There’s a picture of you out there on the water
In that yellow buskin coat bathed in gold
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11. |
The Places I Have Been
03:11
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Walking slowly down the road
waiting for my ship to show
It’s all I can do to keep from crying
it’s so dark here late at night I
can’t find the way I can’t do what’s right I
don’t know that I’ve become I
don’t know what we’ve become
everything is easy when your free
everything is terribly, beautiful to me
the I’m wondering by the side of the road
finding everything I’ve not been told
don’t bother to come………… looking foooooor me
Neil Young on the stereo he’s
got it all, look at him go
it’s mind altering consequences
enough bullshit to mend your fences
everything is easy when your young
you can see straight to the door
of the place where you come from
it’s easy to get paranoid
all the weed and all the glory
it’s easy to get caught, under your failings
all my friends are writing songs about
how some fucker done them wrong
but not me I try to keep it to my self
I got secrets, best laid plans
all these years drawn on my hands it’s
nothing new it’s not enough to make me rich
everything is easy when you got it all
but the problem with easy is there’s no place fun to fall
when you’ve got your life all sorted out
I’ll meet you there all full of my doubt
and I walk you the places I have been before
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Leeroy Stagger
Leeroy Stagger is an award winning singer songwriter and Producer from Victoria B.C Canada. He has toured and played with artists such as Steve Earle, Jason Isbell, Drive By Truckers, Josh Ritter and more.
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