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A Real Fine Mess

by The Harpoonist & The Axe Murderer

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1.
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…
2.
Do Whatcha 03:45
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.
3.
Tea for Two 03:15
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.
4.
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.
5.
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.
6.
Feel Me Now 04:05
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.
7.
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.
8.
My Paradise 03:14
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 ..........
9.
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.
10.
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.
11.
Cry A Little 03:39
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.
12.
In The End 03:46
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.
13.
Act Your Age 03:29
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.
14.
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.

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released June 17, 2014

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