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THERE WILL BE PEACE IN THE VALLEY...WHEN WE GET THE KEYS TO THE MANSION ON THE HILL


MULESKINNER BLUES

You wear your heart on your sleeve
Like the scars on a muleskinner's back and your car won't start
You curse the mechanics from the wrong side of the tracks
Everybody's been busted, everybody's been whacked
So baby, baby, baby why don't you take me back

Chorus
Beat me black beat me blue
I can beat myself up better than you could ever do
Beat me black, beat me blue
I can beat myself up better than you could ever do
Sweet referee get off your knees
The bells are ringing when the whistle blows

I got a mind like a new york sewer
You're a headache that no pill can cure
I got a mind like a New York sewer
You're a headache that no headache pill can cure
My conscience is so dim, I'm gonna sink I can't swim
This time back over the river, the river to you


THE OPERATOR

You saw the fire in the firmament
I saw the pestilence on the land
You heard the redeemer but you
Refused to take my hand
You told me 'bout the rapture
And the visions to behold,
I aint heard nothing
All I want to know

Chorus
Can you stop the rain
Can you stop the rain
I'll go down by the rivers of babylon and pray

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Operation Desert storm
Somebody better call

You felt the fear of absolution
Fucked up on the sacrosanct,
Your pension plan with jesus
Has evaporated with that con-dem plan
The waters on the levee
Start to rise
You've been mining for black gold
Still you look surprised


HORSE

I've got my horse on a train
Gonna ride through the pain
Got my horse on a train
Gonna ride though the pain

Serenade me 'til the cows come home
Nothing like a city sunset
To make a country boy so alone
You predicted sunshine  
I'm predicting rain
Weather forcasters whisper to me
Auf Weidersein!

Chorus
Got my horse on a train
Gonna ride through the pain
A man with no name
Got no time to explain

So cool your jets girl
I'm out of gas
I'm just one of those nighttrippers
That never made it back
On a high rise in the moonlight
To the basement in the rain
Property Developers whisper to me
Auf Weidersehen!


THE BALLAD OF MR DANIELS

What the hell is this all about,
I'm shaking/shivering,  but I can't shout
I lost a fight with Mr Daniels
I'm so wrong I better go home
My worries ain't mine I've had a weird time
I can't rhythm, rhyme or reason

Guess I'll go down to the shops
Don't know If I do a roll or do a rock
I lost that fight with Miss Martell
Must have got it wrong I gotta go home
These worries ain't mine I've had a weird time
I can't rhythm, rhyme or reason

I started out on whiskey
Soon I hit the harder stuff
I said how comes Mr Daniels
Time can get so tough
Miss Martell she cast her spell
and you ain't never ever gonna have enough
No rhythm, rhyme or reason


MISS MARTELL'S LAMENT

A broken home
Forces you to be alone
And it's hard to find the pieces
When they're scattered in the corners of your mind
Left your heart behind
When she's turning you blind
To that golden ship that passes
On the search for a little hope for something real

Burning out you can't live without
My brother's hooked on seeing Miss Martell

Will you waste it all
For lack the rest of them fall
Just a hedonistic fool
That knows exactly how
This story's gotta end
On a cold wet night
With no fuss and no fight
You'll volunteer to lie down in the dirt
The devil saved for your still heart


THE SUGARMAN'S BLUES

Mecca's 15 years old been excluded from school
They said you aint' no good at maths but he ain't nobody's fool
He's got a pound of yey– o and a bit of bicarb
with his mama's microwave he's putting food in the yard
He ain't no down he ain't no out
The papers they scream and the neighbours they howl
But It aint Mecca's fault that everybody wants to get down.

Chorus
He's only making a living
That ain't no easy decision
Shake your money maker I'll shake my sugarman down

Frankie Jones is 52 and his wife needs an operation
But he ain't in no position to raise money for no straight situation
So he slips a pound of brown in a consignment of honey
His customs connection will do anything for the money
And the papers they complain about all the drugs in the town
While proprietors they licence the liquor don't licence the brown
You can holler you can shout
No point blaming Frankie Jones


RUSH

Monday morning always left me blue
Tuesdays I could never make it through
On Wednesdays I got wasted
Thursday I just couldn't face
Friday the eagle always flew
But on Saturday night under the mirror ball light
Girl I got a rush again with you

Chorus
I got a rush again
Such a beautiful buzz again
Girl I got a rush again with you

January, February seasonally disaffected
April showers always left me blue
At the wedding feast in August
I felt like the unwanted guest
December I was frozen to the bone
But in the dark of my winter
The ice broke up and splintered
Girl I got a rush again with you


BARRICADE (1789 - 1968- 2011)

He stashed a bag of swag
In the boot of his beamer
Walked into the bar
Asked anybody seen her
Ten Bag Terry said ''You
Heard the news
She was waltzing down
The frontline wearing no shoes? ''
He got a Jack Daniels
And a Budweiser Chaser
Said to Ten Bag Terry
''Man, I'll see you later''
Met her on the street
Met her on the corner
She was ready to rumble

Chorus
Wanna build a barricade with you
Watch the molotovs fly high with you
Wanna spray paint the city
Situationist Graffiti
Wanna build a barricade with you

They scored a bag of joy off the gravedigger's daughter
Clocked the back slapping coppers
Coming out of the whorehouse
Knock off Nigel dissing Indonesia
Flogging knock off Nikes to some kids
Down from Cleveland
Everybody's talking as Frankie got deported
While the gangsters in their uniforms keep on walking
He put a prick in her hand said lets go try our luck
I'll gamble a gram that we don't get busted


A WING AND A PRAYER

Well I'm coming down
On a wing and a prayer
I'm losing my altitude
If Jesus can't get me a little bit higher
I can meet you on the moon

If there's life on mars
Heaven can't be far
The devils been a sipping
From the whisky jar
Two step baby up the golden stairs
I'm coming down

I'm coming down, I'm coming down
on a wing and a prayer

Your coming up baby
I don't care
You've got a bad bad attitude
The devil's gonna steal just a little bit more
Til you've got nothing left to lose
In some darkened bar you steal my credit cards
You been a looking in the mirror
You been counting the scars
A bust in the basement police on the stairs
They bring you in on a wing and a prayer


THAT'S THE WAY LOVE IS

It's you that he wants
But it's me that you need
If you don't break his heart tonight
Then tomorrow I will bleed
My blood on your hands
When he's down on bended knee
It's me you've always wanted
It's you, you that I need.

Blood on the tracks
Tracks of my tears
From the dark side of the spoon
To those golden brown deals
The breaks have failed
Can't find no gear
Losing your grip, losing your grip on the steering wheel

Has it come to this
Is this the goodbye kiss
'cos if you say it is
Then that's the way love is

We've got your cards marked
And those dark bars
Can't hide those fresh scars
All you smell is the gutter
When you are looking up at the night stars


All lyrics by Larry Love, except 'The Ballad of Mr Daniels' and 'Miss Martell's Lament' by Devlin Love