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Waiting

Your memory remains
I breath it closer
I swear that I still feel you near

The cold wind is taking over
It's taking over

So far away
You're gone so long
Oh and I'm waiting

Haunted by your grace
You know I'm falling
So cold without you
Always in my mind

I hear you calling
hear you calling
So far away
You're gone so long

Oh and I'm waiting

The cold wind is taking over
It's taking over.still young

So far away
You're gone so long
Oh and I'm waiting
Till that day

I take you home
Know that I'm waiting
Know that I'm waiting

So far away
You're gone so long
Oh and I'm waiting

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Chuckawalla Swing

Chuckawalla, chuckawalla, chuckawalla, chuckawalla
Chuckawalla, chuckawalla, chuckawalla swing
(4x)
 
Way out west there's a dance a being' done
The chuckawalla's doin' it so it must be lots of fun
All around the cactus you can see them swing
And listen to the music as they gayly sing
 
Right foot, left foot, clap and then
Swing all around and do it all again
Chuckawalla, chuckawalla, chuckawalla swing
We'll dance 'til the floors and the rafters ring
(2x)
 
Chuckawalla, chuckawalla, chuckawalla, chuckawalla
Chuckawalla, chuckawalla, chuckawalla swing
(4x)
 
Put your arm around her and you'll swing her down the floor
When you do it once, you're goin' to want to do it more
High on your toes, now stomp your heels
You'll know just how the chuckawalla feels
 
Right foot, left foot, clap and then
Swing all around and do it all again
Chuckawalla, chuckawalla, chuckawalla swing
We'll dance 'til the floors and the rafters ring
(2x)
 
Right foot, left foot, clap and then
Swing all around and do it all again
Chuckawalla, chuckawalla, chuckawalla swing
We'll dance 'til the floors and the rafters ring
 

Sound Of Walking Away

I've been quiet aside you
While my heart in my chest shouts
Feeling silenced and lied to
But enough is enough
 
Don't come find me, I won't be here waiting
I so can do it alone, you're not worth staying
 
Weren't listening but now there's no way you won't hear
There's a voice emerging in the night so loud and clear
I'll turn it up like you turn me down, I'm not afraid
Hit play, hit play
It's the sound of walking away
 
It's the sound of walking away
It's the sound of walking away
It's the sound of walking away
 
I've been drowning inside you
While my love it just pours out
I've been running behind you
But enough is enough
 
Don't come find me, I won't be here waiting
I so can do it alone, you're not worth staying
 
Weren't listening but now there's no way you won't hear
There's a voice emerging in the night so loud and clear
I'll turn it up like you turn me down, I'm not afraid
Hit play, hit play
It's the sound of walking away
 
It's the sound of walking away
It's the sound of walking away
 

Orange Crate Art (Live)

Orange crate art was a place to start
Orange crate art was a world apart
Home for two in view of Sonoma
Where there's aroma and heart
Memories of her orange crate art
 
Orange crate table and a rockin' chair
Barnyard gate waiting some repair
Trust in fate and sweet inspiration
You could go bust to replace
Just what is here by the case
 
Hear the lonesome locomotion's roar
Hobo, hop on if you dare
And it rolls where grapes of wrath are stored
Stops on a bracero's prayer
 
From the vine of a vintage cruise
Comes the wine of this rendezvous
Room for two in view of Sonoma
Back when Ramona had heart
Memories of her orange crate art
 
In view of Sonoma
Back when Ramona had heart
Memories of her orange crate art
 

Crack the Whip (Cut the Rope)

Legs striped, hood headed, I don't give a fuck, no
Spitting, dripping, no emission, swallow by the truckload, yuck.
Like, oh my God, who's that ho?
I'm the one your boy is fucking, thought you should know.
When I come through, lock your boyfriend down
I gotta hurt 'em for a squirtin'
Then I'll fuck the whole town
 
Pull it back, crack it with the whip a little bit
Then hold it, dip it, rub it, suck it, blow it, love it
Yo, you know just how to rock it
Tie you down, go through your pockets
Take your wallet, and take your phone
Find your girl's number, and then call her
 
Tell her to never call you anymore,
'He just says that you're a whore.'
Now, you're coughing through the bed, then I'm out the fucking door
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
 
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper
I don't wanna rape ya, I just want the paper