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I need a friend like Tequila, to make me feel strong,
I need a friend like tequila, cuz i won't be here long.
I was married to Maria, things were going quite well
the last time i'd seen her, she condemned me to hell.
Chorus
I once had a punk band, we were pretty good they all say,
i don't remember, how it all went away.
Chorus
$12.50 a bottle at the Snappy (convenience store) on 12th,
I know the outcome, but I ain't into health
Chorus x 2
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Not For One Moment
03:27
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all my friends
and i’ve been listening to your
old bootlegs
from your last solo show when you just let go and didn't tip toe around the issues
i admit,
i've made a myself a bad habit,
of listening to them on repeat and wondering if your legs still fit into your boots
Cuz i miss the old you
i guess that’s the young you
so here’s to the new you
and all of your sad tunes
that i don't listen to now at all
Not for one moment, i don't miss you
not-not for one moment, i just miss the anger the fight that you lost left behind
that’s who i miss
and you got shit faced,
half a gin and tonic’s all it seems that it takes
to bring back the hatred the heart,
full of the stupid and smart,
the sing-along songs to our abandon
My one regret,
is covering your whole goddamn set,
I had to concentrate from the start
so life could imitate art,
I did it all wrong, but I'm still standin’
I miss the old you, (your stupid silly songs)
and the young you, (that i kept from movin’ on)
to the new you, (but i just can't sing along)
to your sad tunes
so i don't listen to them at all
Not for one moment, i don't miss you
not not for one moment,
i just miss the anger the fight that you lost left behind
miss the passion the fire that snuffed out and expired
That's who i miss.
(bridge)
Am i just a reflection?
or I am just here projecting?
So I'll cash in what’s left of the passion
in me
i miss the old you...
I guess that's young you...
So here's to the new you,
and all of your sad tunes, That i don't listen to now at all
(build)
Not for one moment, No i don't miss you
not not for one moment
i just miss the anger the fight that i lost left behind
miss the compassion the fire you snuffed out let expire
i’ve been rewriting my mind, for the two-hundredth time
That's who i miss.
Just for one moment
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Things to Fall In
03:56
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You’re made of perfect thoughts like blackened statue stone,
You heard the words dispersed the verses I had thrown,
Assumptions I had thought to make that turned out to be true,
but knowing that won't counteract the hurt you've been through.
So I will blind my eyes,
I will dislodge my own heart now that I
I've finally fallen in love,
please don’t let me fall apart
You’re made of broken glass like polished plastic rings,
You took a hardened look to pass to better things
Assumption blinded, frought mistakes, that turned out to be true,
but knowing that won’t counteract the hurt that you’ve been through
So I will blind my eyes,
I will dislodge my own heart now that I
I've finally fallen in love,
please don’t let me fall apart
When I am left with the thoughts of this,
I'll be distraught but still just an optimist i guess,
but there’s no life guarantee,
and so i’ll put my hands on my own heart
and I'll repeat after me
The sun’ll come out tomorrow,
bet your bottom dollars that tomorrow
there’ll be sun
just thinking about tomorrow, clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow
Come what may,
So I will blind my eyes,
I will dislodge my own heart now that I
I have fallen in love,
please don’t let me fall apart
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Asa Martin New Mexico
The unwavering, unflappable, uncompromising notes of his anthems barrel down musical staffs like a charging runaway
train.
As wise as a young buck descendent of The Mountain Goats & as wild as a drinking buddy of Frank Turner, He’ll have you in a fever if you’ll have him at your bar or in your basement, & you’ll owe him when them tunes take up residence in your head & your heart.
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