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War and Cocaine

by Morgan Haner

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1.
I got a motel room and a flat screen TV and I don't need you or your company I got a box of matches and a can of kerosene and I've got half a mind to blow this town to smithereeens 'cause the devil on my shoulder won't leave me alone the devil on my shoulder won't leave me alone I got a case of Keystone to keep me occupied I'm so damned invisible I don't even have to hide so don't try to call me 'cause I won't be there just gimme one more night and I'll be out of your hair 'cause the devil on my shoulder won't leave me alone the devil on my shoulder won't leave me alone I'm weavin' in between traffic cones 'cause the devil on my shoulder won't leave me alone the highway's like a trapdoor that you're standin' on one minute you're there and the next you're gone so I'll be camped out by the lake burnin' joints for fuel baby, I may be a loser but I'm nobody's fool 'cause the devil on my shoulder won't leave me alone the devil on my shoulder won't leave me alone you'll find my car keys next to my bones 'cause the devil on my shoulder won't leave me alone
2.
Cry Havok 03:52
in the service of state and the general will they'll smash all your windows and send you the bill there's an underage girl in the senator's lap the religious fervor of the audience clap cry havok and turn tail and run do not believe the words of the chosen one down in Santa Barbara the benches are turned to make the homeless more easily spurned no need to be sorry no need to be kind to the empty stomachs that you've left behind cry havok and turn tail and run do not believe the words of the chosen one go ahead and cut off the pensioner's toes this government is bankrupt and so are its foes the road to the capitol is covered in gore hello to starvation goodbye to uproar cry havok and turn tail and run do not believe the words of the chosen one
3.
the forgotten taste of your porcelain waist the charms on your wrist hang like stars pounded out, this unbearable doubt lashes me into scars I'm walkin' down the road lookin' for the money that I'm owed and I'm bound in leather and gold unspeakable wealth with silent stealth lurks in the curls of your hair and I'm headed south straight into the mouth of heaven's golden lair spread unto the earth immeasurable worth so that you might not ever grow old and I'm bound in leather and gold a great poet once said that he didn't have a head that he was nothing but celestial chance but the poor farmer found that the human and the ground are locked in a bestial dance I go off into the woods to bury my goods so that they might not ever be sold and I'm bound in leather bound forever bound by leather and gold
4.
I can't get off this road that I'm on I made a promise and the witness was the dawn I took all of my weariness and I put it into song and you can find it in my eyes but they are just lovesongs in disguise I took that train and I headed west I took my jacket and I removed the family crest well, I was just lookin' for a place to take my rest when that babe who woke me with her cries learned that she was just a lovesong in disguise oh, oh, oh... I saw a raven flying low straight through the rain to a destiny unknown and I wished to follow wherever he did go but that bird in those thunderstorming skies well, he was just a lovesong in disguise I sat and I wondered where you are Maybe you were in St. Louis or maybe in the dining car or maybe you were in the shimmer of that single evening star and then I came to realize that you, my babe, are just a lovesong in disguise oh, oh, oh... Now I'm sitting all alone in here and I'm callin' out to the ghosts that might be near and I'm asking all of them nicely to please not mind my tears to look kindly on my whimpers and my sighs 'cause I am just a lovesong in disguise I am just a lovesong in disguise just a lovesong in disguise
5.
any time my woman sings she shakes my banjo strings she keeps my worried heart in tune her eyes have got the power to turn time back an hour she could turn December into June and if that woman left me today I would cry and cry and cry but if that woman loved me today well, I would not dare ask why she's got me hangin' by a thread any time she turns her head she's got me wrapped around her toe I don't have to think about it I couldn't live without it anywhere she tells me, I will go and if that woman left me today I would cry and cry and cry but if that woman loved me today well, I would not dare ask why and when my hair turns white or when the money's tight I know she'll be there to come on through and in her warm embrace on her lips I can taste my heaven's morning dew and if that woman left me today I would cry and cry and cry but if that woman loved me today well, I would not dare ask why but if that woman left me today I would cry and cry and cry but if that woman loved me today well, I wouldn't dare ask why
6.
I went out of my way just to please you I would've knocked out all my front teeth to appease you but instead you left me behind in the dust there's nothing worse than not knowing who you can trust I spent every last dime on a slick education and I come to find out it was cheap imitation oh, the things you can learn just from being ripped off the skin on the sleight of your hand felt so lovely and soft but on graduation day I will run far, far away your lecture halls and your books ain't no reason to stay I went out of my way to avoid you I would've gouged out my very own eyes to avoid you and now that I've jumped through your hoops I am going to bed to dream all your poisonous thoughts right out of my head and now that I've jumped through your hoops I am going home you can't treat a man like a dog if you don't throw him a bone
7.
Threadbare 05:05
spinnin' 'round on the centrifuge of anger duckin' underneath a tidal wave of hate spillin' blood on the pavement of the war path I'll meet you there at half past eight threadbare and wound around the finger of an angel my mother was a soldier and my father was a nurse I'm depending on the kindness of strangers yeah, you've seen bad but I've seen worse but if there's one thing that I know about the price of my freedom it's that I pay it every day and if I don't see you by this time tomorrow I will make it up to you someday sometimes my homeless friends, they ask me why the sherriff has to carry a gun I have to admit that I don't have the answers but the ravages of cancer betray how the west was won riches to the victor and woe to the conquered the Rubicon stands between me and my love I am thrashing through an ocean of bodies I put no faith in the entities above and if there's one thing that I know about the price of your freedom it's that you pay it every day and if you don't see me by this time tomorrow you'll know that I am on my way
8.
there's victory in Jesus and firestone tires the prices go up while the death count gets higher there's taxi cabs parked on both sides of the street where young men on corners have lovers to meet but if they're not careful they'll get shipped away 'cause the sky looks like warfare today destroyers and battleships out on the sea but the big ammunition means nothing to me the children in uniform have so much to learn that red means to run and that fire means to burn and when the bullets start flyin' you get out of the way 'cause the sky looks like warfare today the sky looks like warfare today from beneath the midwestern freeway where old injured soldiers have nothing to say except, "the sky looks like warfare today" he came back home in a big cargo plane now he's working construction and doing cocaine you'll find him at the bar almost every night he knocked up the waitress and he started a fight and he don't want to leave but he doesn't want to stay 'cause the sky looks like warfare today the sky looks like warfare today from beneath that midwestern freeway where old injured soldiers have nothing to say 'cause the sky looks like warfare today and the sky looks like warfare today and we're in for a whole lot of rain and the difference between freedom and going insane is the difference between war and cocaine
9.
baby, I want I want so bad to be your lover baby, I want I want so bad to be your lover and I couldn't stand to see you with another baby, I want I want so bad to have you here baby, I want I want so bad to have you here every hour that you're gone feels like another year this world is rotten it's rotten to its very core this world is rotten it's rotten to its very core this world is rotten and it makes me need you all the more baby, I want I wanna take you far away baby, I want I wanna take you far away where the thieves can't reach you and the liars can't get in your way baby, I want I want so bad to be your lover baby, I want I want so bad to be your lover and I want us both to need only each other
10.
Yellow Moon 05:23
lost in a yellow sky I learn that I'm not afraid to die lost in a yellow moon I wish I was there in your silent room lost in serenity in your mind I find eternity lost on these empty streets I get younger every time we meet oh, how I love this confusing world oh, how I love this confusing world oh, how I love this confusing world I love, I love it, I love it so I hear you singin' from across the air knocked to my knees by your wet shower hair I hear laughter when I touch your ear I feel like we were friends in an ancient year softly breathin' as you fall asleep the soul prepares to take a leap slowly fallin' through a dreamscape night I pull you close and I hold you tight oh, how I love this confusing world oh, how I love this confusing world oh, how I love this confusing world I love it, I love it, I love it so lost in a yellow sky I learn that I'm not afraid to die lost in a yellow moon I'm glad that I'm here in your silent room

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released June 20, 2012

All songs written, engineered, and mixed by Morgan Haner, except: Cry Havok and Graduation Day, engineered and mixed by Ted Gerstle.

Produced by nobody.

Morgan Haner: guitar, harmonica, vocals, banjo, mandolin, drums, bass, synth, violin
Beka Jenkins: backup vocals
Brendan Mohr: backup vocals
Ted Gerstle: backup vocals
rock falls: backup vocals

This album is dedicated to Joe Coniglio.

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