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Cruisin' For Tacos During The Apocalypse (Part I)

by Skunkmello

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1.
Miss Diamond Dazey 03:13
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Miss Diamond Dazey Got a blue velvet blouse, I dig the way it feels And I’m feeling pretty sexy in my stiletto heels Got my leopard print purse from the five-dollar bin And I’m denim as fuck, cuz denim is in Denim as fuck, cuz denim is in And you can roll me, you can roll me That’s what I told her You can roll me, roll me out like lingerie And you can hold me, hold me close When life gets older, honey And on the back of the card it says Miss Diamond Dazey On the back of the card It says Miss Diamond Dazey On a midnight strut along the Bowery And I’m handing out numbers like the lottery Comes a time when you gotta smell the perfume And I seen Jesus pissing in the ladies room Yea I seen Jesus pissing in the ladies room And I said right on, I said right on My sweet savior Right on, ride upon it your own way Keep the fight on, keep the fight on For bad behavior, honey And on the back of the card it says Miss Diamond Dazey On the back of the card It says Miss Diamond Dazey Diamond Dazey Diamond Dazey Dazey Yea yea yea. © 2021 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2021 Skunkmello LLC
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Into the Halogen Suspension of the Valley Traffic Slow-Drift 01:45
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Into the Halogen Suspension of the Valley Traffic Slow-Drift 1:32 a.m. on a Wednesday night in North Hollywood: cigarette smoke and exhaust fumes ferment above the asphalt... © 2021 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2021 Skunkmello LLC
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Señor Gringo 04:01
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Señor Gringo The people call him Señor Gringo But no one’s sure just where he’s from Upon one leg like a flamingo He stands until the day is done At night he knocks upon the windows And folks are friendly through the glass But no one thinks to let him in though And Señor Gringo never asks But where do you go When the lights go down low Do you saunter the streets Like an old movie star Do you sleep in backseats Of them Cadillac cars Do you paint the concrete With your moonlit memoir Señor Gringo The people call him Señor Gringo And he’s a fixture in this place Upon one leg he stands akimbo With a certain solitary grace He got the look, he got the lingo And always acts the pious one Reflecting down wherever he goes Pale fire stolen from the sun But where do you go When the lights go down low Do you saunter the streets Like an old movie star Do you sleep in backseats Of them Cadillac cars Do you paint the concrete With your moonlit memoir Señor Gringo Señor Gringo Señor Gringo Señor Gringo © 2021 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2021 Skunkmello LLC
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Hangdog Harry 05:04
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Hangdog Harry Do you remember, do you remember New York City The way the nights Used to stick upon the walls Back when the streets were Still kinda ripe and shitty Back when we didn’t remember Nothing at all We used to drink on down At the Local 269 Amongst all them ruffians And the neighborhood scaries And always there shuffling through His nickels and his dimes Was a fella they used to call The Hangdog Harry And Hangdog Harry, every night he said Kid you stick with me if you wanna get ahead You know it’s one in a million we get out alive But I’ll teach you children how us men survive Cuz I’m the King of Kung and a romantic too But need the cash up front, should Lady Luck come through So lay them dollars down and don’t you talk so loud Cuz it’s nothing but hand-jobs for the bad luck crowd Do you remember, do you remember The days of lean determination Before the buzzards began To line up in the streets Back when the folks seemed to have A little more aspiration Now they all just circle round For their meats We used to drink on down Where them old men hustled Down with Steamboat Bill And Lowlife Larry Well there was Sideways Sandy And Red-eyed Russell And of course There was always Hangdog Harry And Hangdog Harry, every night he said Kid you stick with me if you wanna get ahead You know it’s one in a million we get out alive But I’ll teach you children how us men survive Cuz I’m the King of Kung and a romantic too But need the cash up front, should Lady Luck come through So lay them dollars down and don’t you talk so proud Cuz it’s nothing but hand-jobs for the bad luck crowd You wanna get ahead Or you wanna get a hand-job (that’s what he said) They called him Hangdog Harry © 2021 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2021 Skunkmello LLC
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A Little Grilled Pineapple Goes A Long Way In This Town 01:29
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A Little Grilled Pineapple Goes A Long Way In This Town Cruising for tacos during the apocalypse. No need to hang it up hungry – go for the parking-lot al pastor, across from the East Hollywood Home Depot Smog City, Smog City. A little grilled pineapple goes a long way in this town. © 2021 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2021 Skunkmello LLC

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released November 19, 2021

Skunkmello is:

Matt Bartlett – Lead Vocals, Guitar
Ed Cuervo – Bass, Vocals
Jono Ori – Drums, Vocals
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Mark Masefield – Hammond B3 Organ

Produced by: August Alvarado
Recorded at Palomino Sound - Los Angeles, California
Mixing and Engineering: Jason Soda
Mastering: JJ Golden, Golden Mastering
Artwork: Matthew Van Hellen


All Songs © 2021 Matthew Bartlett (ASCAP) ℗ 2021 Skunkmello LLC

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