1. |
The Badlands
02:20
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kate says
when you look to the outside
do you see a great sunrise
as she looks in her mothers eyes
and her friends know she wont go
as she stares through the window
from the quiet of the living room
as the fire gently brews
did the badlands abandon,
and make off like a bandit?
does the soil still forsake you,
and remind you what's on the news?
as the president’s god will choose
of this alien family’s dues and I don’t know what to do
didn’t think I’d be here too
laying by the fire in good company
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2. |
Tijuana
04:09
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nightmares comb through the sea
fog horns scream desperately
i held my tongue as I woke
to the sun soaked in dust
carve my name into the stone
That sits in the midst of the wall in the sea like a ghost of the border patrol
orphan of San Diego
cut my teeth, hit the road
the gloam of ysidro
shake hands with Mexico
star spangled scar in my bones
500 years flashes cracks of whips and crimes still untold
across the wire I go
walk TJ night and day
stranger in a strange land named home
all cats in the cradle are cold
father/mother will I see you once again
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3. |
Detenido
04:10
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Kate’s song is a caravan, a peregrine to a promised land
conquered by the migras hands, a parlor trick, the sleight of hand
down down to goblin town, she waves goodbye to familiar grounds
this medicine will not contain you, it hates you
packed in like a sardine can, a spoonful of slop in a lavish land, wait your turn girl
did we cross the Jordan for a godsend?
we're so deep we got the bends.
like cavalcades
through the gates
they stamp your card
and make you wait
Kate shackles her eyes to the ground beguiling the guards, a hopeful sound
leer so salaciously and heinously occasionally
no love in the wild wild west, just play your cards and hope for the best against the prophets of profit
the short stick is a one way ticket to TJ
cross the wailing wire again
like cavalcades
fingers crossed
you’ll find your way
back to us
so saddle up and sign your name
glance out from in this southbound train
and in a flash she's on her way
this show has got no call backs today
you're in the driver’s seat now, even though you don't know how
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4. |
Landlords, Druglords
03:31
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eyes wide to what lays beyond the gates.
snare traps, street dogs lure me looking sweet.
castaway
like an old dog
run astray
ripe for ransom
the squatters squeal
are you a member of the casket caste?
join the Curse League
welcome to the club
i tersely
close my eyes and think about home
the squatters sell my skin
turn a blind lamb into a meek mule
like a love note sent to the wrong home
we'll eat you up, we love you so
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5. |
Leaving El Norte
04:09
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hey so Kate where do you stay?
pick your poison or your poison will pick you today
one roads a witch hunt and the other is the road that leads you home
darkness shrouds every choice that you know.
dead as dust/ heads a clock
tick and tock, the metronome broke
when life's like poor escapement
bootstraps moving pavement north now
you’re not designed to die
but this could go awry
trying to trek alone
you got a ways to go
try your eyes at looking down and befriend the ground
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6. |
Burrero
02:53
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this mutiny is ripe
'neath the desert stars at night
where the coyotes only lie
dried up like salt in a scab
dislodged like dust in the wind
the cartel
or la carcel
as I cross again
a familiar sound
like a bad dream
under a spell
when I knock again
will you let me in
as a sheep dressed
in wolf’s skin
but I can't breath
the canary is gone
ruminate on
desiccation
new Mirages
Yuma’s miles and miles ahead
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7. |
Finding Coyotes
03:08
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faces of old friends bring her down
no noise just the silent somber sound
Kate concedes to conquer this world alone
backroads and old growth that take ya home
sunk low
you feel like you’re bailing out this boat
new friends in the shadows of Yuma
is the caravan a callous clan..?
I don't know!?
she can't speak, tongue tied and cold feet,
and she joins their army
like a vagabond queen
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8. |
Dunes of Yuma
03:54
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i’m braving the border winds
counting my cardinal sins again
rearranging constellations constantly just trynna make the carcass of this compass work but what the hell is true north anyway
death must be in denial, cause he's dug us all a grave, now looks like he's just playing games
vascillating, blindly
by the barrel, point blank
strap the negra. with me
rectifying
back in time, gadsden lines, the kids might die, the crooks cash out on time
we are a conscious corral
the killer's curse is just to do your job
subtle heralds, haunt me
ghosts engrossing, slowly
dunes of Yuma, enslave
to remind me
darkest days, DEA, Sinaloa sinking back again
cowboys indians real guns again
with rival rifles rallying
this circus is a cover up
a masquerade the war on drugs
kids get in fights but
sticks will turn to knives
and commonly conflate the two as if we’re colorblind
stop me I'm doomed to push this pencil farther
focus, like a pawn does, on standing up through the landslide
this endless conquest has gone and fell by the wayside
the K9's push the confines, and have us east and left to die
i toyed with, the short stick
landed upside down with
a black eye, a goodbye
appease the narcs, throw the dogs a bone
scarecrow befriending the crows
oh, now in cahoots with wild animals
i know that we carelessly evoked a motion oh, now we rocked the boat
take flight, close my eyes, I don’t need the yoke but now that I lost control
i’ll hope for some water so I can grow, this garden is dry to the bone
hallows at the crossroads selling souls for just a couple chemicals
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9. |
Narcocorrido Nuevo
04:55
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10. |
The Fox Den
04:38
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two clans, to the promised land, ambulating on, all the people of the sun
rivals, ripen the chasm, foraging for friends, searching for their kin
nomadically erratically we came to see if sanctuary really does exist
and upon this road, an unmarked home, meet a friendly face named Kate
making the room, set the table too, like sheep hosting wolves
to leave behind, and make amends, and break bread, like foxes finding dens
we’ll sell your skeleton for fun fun
tie all your shoes together run run
adore your dollar like a son
so prone to vilifying
choosing tribes is casting a die
constellations, connect the dots that we’re, just some stray dogs
stranded along, an abandoned desert road, the drug lords are taking a sick day
like ghost ships, moored in honest tides, casting out the line
hope for a bite, that unrepentant spokes, spoil wheels in line
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11. |
La Siembra
05:20
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irrelevant reverence
consecrating the cash cow
this country’s underneath another spell
say no
reload
scapegoat
new home
wait i think we’re actually on the same team in this race
i know what I think, and I’m still not pandering, play up the banter while the rest of us are cut up
the daughter, the orphan, the meth cooks, the poor man, the hallowed, the angel
all sing the same song
searching for a heart of gold
terrified of getting old
hard to
let go
these aren’t
bad bones
we do
what we know
the cats out of the cradle
the bait is live
join hands
new plans
we can
escape this
just a seed but I could grow if you watered me
hey
we found this family of broken folks and it was okay
we painted pictures of crumbled mountains drew up drawings of paper houses hoped for love and dreams and death and called it a day
i know
the cats in the cradle
but some things we let go
and now we can grow old
laying by the fire in good company
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