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Black Bruises, Blue Blazes, Blisters, and Bronchitis

by The Alpacas

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1.
Shackles 03:39
"Shackles" Out to sea, all painted with rain, Breaking my back, simple and plain Your lack of sentiment Won’t pay our rent Chorus: I’m falling fast I can’t take it anymore Here I stand Fisted Hand To be free To be free To be free Pull 400 today, 400 tomorrow Let’s make it 800, we shouldn’t have bothered Hauled nuthin’ this year But diesel smoke and a frost-bitten ear Chorus Tired of fighting burns and birds and sweat and regret Just to survive to fight in the cold and the wet Forget rust, rot and the smell Of this early hell Chorus I’m falling fast – the shackles bring me down I’m falling fast – the shackles drag me down I’m falling fast – the shackles hold me down I’m falling fast – the shackles lock me down
2.
Air Raid 03:33
"Air Raid" A faint blaring came just now to my ears Like an air raid siren waiting for years Just woke up to fall right down the stairs Swimming in a white light like razor blades Chorus: Klaxon blares – It’s coming for us all This is not just me dreaming Klaxon blares – It’s been there all along Never seen until screaming This is not a test of the emergency broadcast This is real and happening fast A circle, a cycle, Coriolis corrected And now… the siren blast Chorus Marching with no beat as the klaxon blares No peace, no rest, no hope… no fear Bury me in a nameless grave Nineteen-eighty dash twenty-twelve Chorus
3.
Smoker 04:09
"Smoker" By you, I mean me, of relative means, Supplies: a quarter, porter, pork and Boston baked beans Once lived on Red Bull, vodka, bacon, Luckies, and cocaine But all a friend can say, I ain’t the same Classic cliffhanger, the edge of a jagged rut I was offered a sword to pull myself up Chorus: Dance ‘til you’re dead May your bones never rest Get out all your lead First take care of head So let’s drink ‘til we’re dead ‘Til we’re dry as the dust Smoke if you must Unload off your chest If by you, I mean me, find it hard fast and mean Like city arteries, clogged and unclean Open the floodgates, wind-burn off the shame Strangle-hold steam valve, Full-throttle freight train Then a moment’s silence for the shattered forgone For the buried dead who cant sing along Chorus To us, this is effortless, we were born here, More or less Then this just came to us, happens in the basement, Happens on the bus So face two fingers of good taste When I open up my guitar case By you, I mean us, know what we want to hear Will always come from nowhere Chorus Smoker! Smoker! You’re a live-wire! Smoker! Smoker! Spark, smoke, fire! Smokers eyes the tired fuzz Smokers brain electric buzz
4.
Glue Factory 03:02
"Glue Factory" I’ve got a habit of picking at my nails Just like my mom she do Then I lose all my tools to my fleeting coattails Just like my dad he do Me I got to get it done just right but Me don’t need ever get uptight Chorus: Cuz never was a man who lived or died Who ever really had a clue Never was a man who lived or died Who knew just what to do Until the day that elephants flew And the third of the seventh was the glue The third of the seventh was the glue And a really great chorus brings a flavor to the porridge Knit a grandma gift sweater for you Brew a stew and stir it with heart Weave sewing-needle-sharpie-marker art School lockers are for storage ‘til they serve that warrant But I open up the boarder still Roll a number but not with a die Smoke those trumped up charges to the sky Chorus Fall on bended knee and pray Fall on bended knee and say Fall on bended knee and pray Fall on bended knee and say Down on bended knee I pray Down on bended knee I say: Chorus Chorus The third of the seventh was the glue!
5.
Gin Business 02:28
"Gin Business" You’re a stand-up guy For a fall-down drunk I know you honky-talk-it-up Singing with a tied-on moonlight funk Cuz we both know line dancing sucks And I’d call you country punk And I’d call you country punk And I’d call you country punk Never finished that second fifth But once or twice you almost did Then we’d wake up on the skids And “Let’s get back down to gin business!” And I’d call you Captain Kid And I’d call you Captain Kid And I’d call you Captain Kid Never finished the second fifth Get back down to gin business Never tried to keep a score Of who knew more whores on the port But “All is fair in love and war” So we fight just like Conquistadors And I’d call you Senor Roar And I’d call you Senor Roar And I’d call you country punk And I’d call you Captain Kid And I’d call you Senor Roar Maybe I won’t call you - anymore
6.
Easy Way Out 04:18
"Easy Way Out" Skipping class now I called you up and said Pick me up in your white Pontiac And take me far away from here Chorus: Down in Portsmouth is where I want to be right now Will you take me there so we can have some fun? Get on the highway, turn up the music So we can sing along I’m flying high now Nothing can go wrong Chorus Get off the highway I think I remember Which way to go There’s the signs now C’mon let’s go Chorus (Rounds) Down in Portsmouth is where I want to be Will you take me there? We can have some fun Chorus (Rounds)
7.
Union Street 03:25
"Union Street" Walk through the door at Union Street and You smell the cheap stained carpet floor Old as the owner with his dirty glasses And a cold on his shoulder he’s an ex-rock-and-roller He kicked us out the door there Old man you have no soul Chorus: Old man you have no soul Down on Union Street They’re killing rock-and-roll He said, “Kids you’ve gone too far, you all must leave.” Ripped jeans on the “kids” Playing mariachi metal Headed for the big blue screen Your scrawny old ears started to bleed You and your jazz sax tee think me and G.G. ain’t got no money He said, “Kids you’ve gone too far, you all must leave.” Chorus I said, “I’ll see you on T.V.” He said, “These guitars belong to someone else And they just haven’t bought them yet, So grab your maracas pay for your tambourines, Then drag your asses back out on to Union Street. Your mariachi metal not welcome here.” Him say, “It sound too violent.” I was gonna buy an F-style mandolin But my money’s not green Chorus I said “Why don’t you take tomorrow off, and DIE OF OLD AGE!!!”
8.
Sorry 02:18
"Sorry" Sorry for what I did Sorry for what I caused Sorry for who I am Sorry ain’t good enough And maybe I made you cry And maybe I was wrong And maybe I shouldn’t have said bye Maybe I stayed too long Maybe I stayed too long Are you sorry? Sorry that I’m gone? Maybe I stayed too long Are you sorry? Sorry that I’m gone? Are you sorry for what you did? Are you sorry for what you’ve caused? Are you sorry for who you are? You know it’s not good enough You know you made me cry You know that you are wrong You know you shouldn’t have said bye You know you’ve stayed too long Maybe I stayed too long Are you sorry? Sorry that I’m gone? Maybe I stayed too long Baby are you sorry that I’m gone? Sorry for what I did Sorry for what I caused Sorry for who I am Sorry ain’t good enough!
9.
"Blood In Vain" You asked me for my forgiveness I granted it to you You took it and you ran away You took it and you ran away Chorus: Don’t forget – me Don’t forget – everything Do not forget – this: Your blood runs through my veins That’s one thing you cannot forget Your blood runs through my veins That’s one thing you cannot forget You stood over your father’s grave With alcohol on your breath Oh what a, Oh what a disgrace Oh what a, Oh what a disgrace Chorus Your blood runs through my veins That’s one thing you cannot forget Your blood runs through my veins That’s one thing you cannot forget
10.
The Calling 03:34
"The Calling" We can’t deny ourselves of our pasts We grow old and then we die We cannot live without the devil by our side We lost it long ago when time had no name Chorus: King of the Dead – Skeleton Head We hear the devil call our name His chrome-horned crown will weigh you down We hear the devil call our name He whispers softly in our ear He tells us all the things that we want to hear He loves our misfortune, for it’s his gain We lost it long ago when time had no name Chorus Chorus Chorus Black bruises, blue blazes We hear the devil call our name Blisters, and bronchitis We hear the devil call our name We hear the devil call our name We hear the devil call our name We hear the devil call our name
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"All The Years" All the years, all the tears We stood together fighting our fears Yes, we stood together fighting our fears Chorus: But I’m still holding your hand But I’m still holding your hand Through all the good times and through all the bad times, my friend Yeah, through all the good times and through all the bad times, my friend The years by you have past We have our separate – our separate lives But I feel the bond between us will never die Yes, I feel the bond between us will never die Chorus Yes my friend, yes My friend

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Elroy - Guitars, Vocals. Harmonica and Melodica
Jackie - Vocals and Guitars
Petey - Bass Guitar and Vocals
Jeremy - Drums, Percussion and Vocals

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released September 9, 2009

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