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The Wait...
05:20
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Misty morning, early dawn
Greet the reaper, smoke the reefer
No horizon, one way drive
California, ocean side
Electric guitar, 1000 watts
I crank it up as loud as the day is hot
The booze is cold in the summer sand
Southern boy, west coast city
In a rocking band
A rocking band
West coast city
Misty morning, early grave
Greet the reaper, smoke the reefer
Peep the Shiva burn the sage
Cleanse the eye, cleanse the doorway
So-Cal, late summer, 1965
I'm in that zone, I came along for the ride
I came along, I gave the ticket, I have been taken for a ride
I came along, I gave the ticket, I have been taken for a ride
Ain't gotta run to the west coast city to blow your mind
We can go where we want to baby, yeah we still have time
Still have time
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2. |
The Ride
03:25
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Go big or go psycho
Don't fuck around in the middle of the road
Alright, I'm ready to ride
Un loco el gringo
Bad case of the rock-n-roll
Alright, I'm ready to ride
He's even got his own freak show
And a three finger lid, gotta go get stoned
Alright, I'm ready to ride
So go big or go psycho
I never fuck around in the middle of the road
Alright, I'm ready to ride
Don't you think that it seems a bit strange
They give and then they take away
More pills just to penetrate my mind
Don't you think that it seems a bit strange
They come around a stay away
More pills to penetrate my mind
Don't you think that it seems a bit strange
Extranjero, monstruo
Running of to another dimension
Alright, I'm ready to ride
From NCG seven double zero nine
To NCG 1976
I'm ready to ride
Cruiser of nebula
From space and time and word and rhyme
Alright, I'm ready to ride
So go big or go psycho
I never fuck around in the middle of the road
Alright, I'm ready to ride
Don't you think that it seems a bit strange
They give and then they take away
More pills just to penetrate my mind
Don't you think that it seems a bit strange
They come around a stay away
More pills to penetrate my mind
Don't you think that it seems a bit strange
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3. |
Medusa
03:10
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Where are you going with all that passion?
Must be on a mission
Bit the hand that's attached to the ass you gotta be kissing
And walked on out into an intermission
Your predicament is somewhat similar to my situation
Hand's tied behind my back
I wish they'd get the fucking noose out
Hit the Medusa
I don't need roads where I'm going
When I turn to stone you know it ain't gold
And I came along
If for anything was just so I could write this song
I always needed someone to tell me what to love
And I came along
I know babe it don't seem right because it is so wrong
I always needed someone to tell me what to love
Time has frozen
And I can smell it in the air, hell has frozen over
I'm dying from the exposure
I'm like a man in his grave just a-rolling over
With my hand's tied behind my back
I wish they'd get the fucking noose out
Hit the Medusa
I don't need roads where I'm going
When I turn to stone you know it ain't gold
And I came along
If for anything was just so I could write this song
I always needed someone to tell me what to love
And I came along
I know babe it don't seem right because it is so wrong
I always needed someone to tell me what to love
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4. |
Circuza Muzika
05:11
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5. |
Highway Dreams
05:05
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I can't go outside without my shades on
The truth hurts my eyes when all the blame's on me
And all the blame's on me
I gotta close my eyes when you look my way
I look in yours and all I see are highway dreams
Highway dreams
I'm burning diesel, burning oil, burning gasoline
Burning up, burning inside, burning highway dreams
I'm burning diesel, burning oil, burning gasoline
Burning up, burning inside, burning highway dreams
Switching up coasts like changing seasons
Running from a ghost, chasing down my demons, I think I see one
I gotta close my eyes when you look my way
I look in yours and all I see are highway dreams
Highway dreams
I'm burning diesel, burning oil, burning gasoline
Burning up, burning inside, burning highway dreams
I'm burning diesel, burning oil, burning gasoline
Burning up, burning inside, burning highway dreams
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Hudu Akil Phoenix, Arizona
Hudu Akil, the stoner-rock love-triangle from Phoenix, hotter than the goddamn desert, bring the red-hot-heavy-blues and dry-rotted Stoner riffs.
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