A Real Fine Mess

by The Harpoonist & The Axe Murderer

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released 17 June 2014

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Track Name: Black and Blue
I woke up black and blue
A fire at my door
I swore I told the truth
Now I don’t know what for.
Now the fuzz is on my tail.
Where did we fall?

Now we’re
Cut down, run down, broke down, struck down,
down broke down in a sorry way.
Gotta get back, pay back, come back, sway back,
kick back, flash back to glory days, glory days, oh, oh oh…

I’m lying with the bends
I’m bending all the lines.
I’m lying to your face
I’m lacing all my lies.
We were climbing through the grey.
Where did we fall?

Now we’re
Cut down, run down, broke down, struck down,
down broke down in a sorry way.
Gotta get back, pay back, come back, sway back,
kick back, flash back to glory days, glory days, oh, oh oh…
Track Name: Do Whatcha
Ice house Sally
Will set your wheels on fire.
She'll pop your eyes out their sockets.

You know you've been told
‘bout things bought and sold, but ya do…
You know you’ve been told
You’re out of control …

You gotta do whatcha do Whatcha. Gotta do whatcha say.
You gotta do whatcha do Whatcha. Gotta do whatcha say.

Heat Stroke Maggie
Will have you made in the shade.
She'll put her night shift on you.
You know you've been told
‘bout things bought and sold, but ya do…
You know you’ve been told
You’re out of control …

You gotta do whatcha do Whatcha. Gotta do whatcha say.
You gotta do whatcha do Whatcha. Gotta do whatcha say.

You were a worried man, you were a worried man.
You were a worried man, things you don’t understand, you were a worried man.

Chrome Plated Dolly
Got a chassis of steel.
She got you lighting up the tilt sign
And running out on the deal.

You gotta do whatcha do Whatcha. Gotta do whatcha say.
You gotta do whatcha do Whatcha. Gotta do whatcha say.
Track Name: Tea for Two
Oh my love
I'm drinking alone in the afternoon.
Oh my god
I would trade it all for some tea for two.

Baby lets forget the day,
Sneak off into the night,
Lose ourselves in the mystic neon light.
Baby forget the pain,
Let's cut it off with a knife
And lose ourselves in the pale fountain of youth tonight.

Oh my love
The Rodeo’s all tangled up in blue.
Oh my god
Your Romeo's lost in a cowboy tune.

Baby lets forget the day,
Sneak off into the night,
Lose ourselves in the mystic neon light.
Baby forget the pain,
Let's cut it off with a knife
And lose ourselves in the pale fountain of youth tonight.


Falling, falling, falling...

Some blind god
Said love isn’t all that you've got to lose.
Some blind love
Is blind as a bat setting for the moon.

Baby lets forget the day,
Sneak off into the night,
Lose ourselves in the mystic neon light.
Baby forget the pain,
Let's cut it off with a knife
And lose ourselves in the pale fountain of youth tonight.
Track Name: Mama's In The Backseat
Mama's playing backseat bingo gonna get paid.
Panic on the threeway freeway all six legs.

She can lay low,
She can lay.
Better stay low,
Better stay.

Papas in the nosebleed bleachers down in Tampa Bay.
Flying High like a Hyena waiting on a horse to place.

He can lay low,
He can lay.
Better stay low,
Better stay.

A simple kind of living is something they never really had.
See they were lightning in a bottle and one day Sunny he just cracked.
He left their home up in Frisco to L.A.
Rode a drug mule down to Texas, Lamesay.
Now his mama’s down on the freeway without pay.

Sonny's playing drugstore cowboy in high gear.
Bambalacha in the back seat, cops in the rearview mirror.

He can lay low,
He can lay.
Better stay low,
Better stay.
Track Name: Closer To Death
Every second moves closer to death
Every second moves closer to death.

Slam back a bourbon 8,
On the town again.
Call up Billy Gaines
A friend though thick and thin.
Now I don't know,
I don't know what happened.
The money flowed
Like a champagne supernova.

You make me feel,
You make me feel,
You make me feel like…

Every second moves closer to death
Every second moves closer to death.

She was old high society
And nearly twice my age.
One word 'Accelerate’
i could not escape her gaze.
Now I don't know,
I don't know what happened.
Her sinful glow,
A seamless chain reaction.

She makes me feel,
She makes me feel,
She makes me feel like…

Every second moves closer to death
Every second moves closer to death.
Track Name: Feel Me Now
Feel me now,
Come a little bit closer
Feel me now.

Now I know you’re out there,
Under the sun.
Late nights in Bridgetown,
You're having your fun.
Oh mama,
Now ain't that a bite
Right through my heart.

Feel me now,
Come a little bit closer
Feel me now.

I ain't Johnny Goodtimes,
Why'd you treat me like such.
Sight of love made you panic
Maybe a little too much.
Oh mama,
Now ain't that a bite
Right through my heart.

Feel me now,
Come a little bit closer.
Track Name: Don't Make 'em Like They Used To
Hard times I'm going through,
Got a woman and she can't be true,
Oh well…
They just don't make ‘em like they used to.
Had a friend but he didn't last,
All he left was this knife in my back,
Oh well…
They just don't make ‘em like they used to.

I remember the days
Moving slow,
And everything was new.
I remember the days
Where did they go?
I guess those days are through.
They just don't make ‘em like they used to.

Welding steel
For automobiles,
Machines can build what ten men couldn't do,
Oh well…
They just don't make ‘em like they used to.
Where did land of the plenty go?
It’s up above I’m six feet below,
Oh well…
They just don't make ‘em like they used to.

I remember the days
Moving slow,
And everything was new.
I remember the days
Where did they go?
I guess those days are through.
They just don't make ‘em like they used to.

Brother what's it all coming to?
Ain't no one left that can sing the blues,
Oh well…
They just don't make ‘em like they used to.
They got the body but they got no soul,
They got tracks goin’ solid gold,
Oh well…
They just don't make ‘em like they used to

I remember the days
Moving slow,
And everything was new.
I remember the days
Where did they go?
I guess those days are through.
They just don't make ‘em like they used to.
Track Name: My Paradise
Don't need no angel
On my shoulder
Got one right here sittin' on my knee.
Stove top religion
And all its fixings won't save my soul
Because my paradise and your paradise won't meet.
What if my paradise and your paradise could be?

There must be something
That I've been drinking
This California living's swallowed me.
Your Wall Street production
And all its fixings won't save my soul
Because my paradise and your paradise won't meet.
What if my paradise and your paradise could be?

Mama said.
Papa said.
You don't have to do those things

What if my paradise and your paradise
could be ..........
Track Name: In And Out Of Love
We've been falling in and out of love and really I don't mind.
I've been told this happens to good country people all the time.
All the time, all the time, all the time.
We've been falling in and out of love and really I don't mind.
‘Where will ya go, baby you know…’
I can’t say.
So come now baby walk me down the aisle to the end of time.

We've been falling in and out of style since the Renaissance.
I've been told this even happens to the people in la Belle Provence.
All the time, all the time, all the time.
We've been falling in and out of style since the Renaissance.
‘Where will ya go, baby you know…’
I can’t say.
Put on your Pianelles and come and dance me ‘til the break of day.

Come now baby take this chance and dance with me
Satisfied in fine romance we're meant to be

You've been falling in and out of sight like a comet in the sky.
Burning like a tiger only noticed by the naked eye.
Through the night, through the night, through the night.
You've been falling in and out of sight just like a comet in the sky.
‘Where will ya go, baby you know…’
I can’t say.
We've been falling in and out of love and really I don't mind.
Track Name: Sweat This Pain
If I feel, like I do,
I'm gonna track down a two lane black top
In a mercury away from you.
I’m gonna let you down,
I’m gonna let you down,
Because it all went south
When she came around.

Feel,
You've got to sweat this pain it's
Real.
You've cut yourself loose on this
Deal.
You've cut yourself loose on this..

Your girl from Queens,
Her talk ain't cheap.
She gonna rat on the neighbour
Who ratted bout the favour
I done served so sweet.
She's gonna let you down,
She's gonna let you down,
Because it all went south
When she came around.

Feel,
You've got to sweat this pain it's
Real.
You've cut yourself loose on this
Deal.
You've cut yourself loose on this..

If I could dream,
Of love supreme,
Then some time again
In a great open plain, honey,
Is where we’ll meet.
Track Name: Cry A Little
When I was just a young boy
I crawled before I learned how to walk.
When I was just a young boy
I crawled before I learned how to walk.
Then I fell in love with you babe
Now I'm crawling 'round like a dog.

You found me like a treasure,
But you lost me like a riddle.
You held me like a guitar,
But you played me like a fiddle.

Come on baby,
Cry a little.

I was a tossing and turning,
You were tossing your hips around.
I was a tossing and turning,
You were turning tricks in the town.

You found me like a treasure,
But you lost me like a riddle.
You held me like a guitar,
But you played me like a fiddle.

Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.

I fumbled for the light switch,
You were fumbling for your clothes.
Like a jailbreak spotlight,
Blinded, busted, stripped of your drawers.
Like a jailbreak spotlight,
Blinded, busted, stripped of your drawers.

You found me like a treasure
But you lost me like a riddle
You held me like a guitar
But you played me like a fiddle

You found me like a treasure,
But you lost me like a riddle.
You held me like a guitar,
But you played me like a fiddle.

Come on baby,
Cry a little.
Come on baby,
Cry a little.

Cry… A little.
Track Name: In The End
Sometimes I find myself living in a shotgun shack.
Sometimes I tell myself I’m never, ever going back.
Sometimes I find myself not knowing what to do.
But In the End, In the End
I find myself living with you.

Sometimes I find myself waking in a stranger’s room.
Sometimes I find myself waking in a stranger’s tomb.
Sometimes I find myself walking home without shoes.
But In the End, In the End
I find myself waking with you.

Sometimes I find myself wanting someone else’s life.
Sometimes I find myself wanting someone else’s wife.
Sometimes I find myself wanting to start anew.
But In the End, In the End
I find myself wanting you.
Track Name: Act Your Age
I was just a little boy
My father said to me
‘Don't ever play with guns
Or watch too much TV’.
Now I'm watching Elvis
On a jumbo screen
With a big ol’ gun in my hand.

He said 'act your age
Act your age'.
Ain't it strange
How your body's a cage
When you act your age.

When I was wild and in my teens
I spent all my time tasting illicit things,
Smoking and drinking and being obscene,
When I was in my teens.

They said 'act your age
Act your age'.
Ain't it strange
How your body's a cage
When you act your age.

Now I'm old and grey
My children say to me (act your age, act your age)
‘No howling at the moon
Or drinking with the sea’. (act your age, act your age)
So I'm sailing by the stars
Barking oh blah dee (act your age, act your age)
With a tumbler of rye in hand.

They said 'act your age
Act your age'.
Ain't it strange
How your body's a cage
When you act your age.
Track Name: A Real Fine Noise
I’m hanging by a thread,
I’m looking for what’s real,
I’m thinkin’ ‘bout my girl back home
And my girl back home is what I need.
But I’m lonely as a cloud
Out on the China sea.
I’m looking for a hot whirlwind
And a hot whirlwind is all I need.

I’m picking up the slack,
I’m kicking off my heels,
I’m looking for a real fine noise
And a real fine noise is how I feel.
I’m packing all my stock,
I’m heading for a deal,
I’m fated for a real fine score
And a real fine score is all I need.

All I fancied was a pretty distraction and now
A little smoke fires a chain reaction
How did it go so far?

Now I’m driving on the grass,
I’m spinnin’ all the wheels,
I’m looking like a real fine mess
And a real fine mess is how I feel.
Now I’m crashing through your door,
We’re headed for the hills,
I’m looking for a real fine noise
And a real fine noise is how I feel.