Stars & Stripes

by Skunkmello

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1.
Stars & Stripes (free) 04:10
Budweiser red, Camel blue And in my head tonight I know that rowdy white will be there too A nation bled, built upon the freedom too Budweiser red, Camel blue Whoa yeah, oh yeah Budweiser red, load a balloon or two Fills up my head, makes my lips turn blue Who was it said "think not what your country do for you" I think instead, the thinkin' not is all I'm down to do Whoa yeah, oh yeah Budweiser red, Camel blue And in my head it seems that dress don't fit the way it used to do But still they said, behind the flag a mighty nation grew Well if that helps us sleep at night, I guess it don't much matter if it's true Whoa yeah, oh yeah.
2.
Well I’m sittin’ back here groovin’ my song Just sittin’ back here grooving my song If you can’t fly, you best pick up and try Cus I got to be movin’ along Come on baby dance for me I like it when you dance for me Come for a ride, I will be your guide And show you what it means to be free I’ll make you swirl, honey, twist and twirl My shinin’ diamond backseat gypsy Chorus: Shinin’ diamond in the backseat, yeah Shinin’ diamond in the back seat Well come on baby do a do I like it when you do a do Light the fires to burn away my tires Sreamin’ down the avenue Come on baby rock and roll You gotta let it rock and roll Feel the engine’s roar deep within your core And let yourself loose control Loose the fear and you will learn to steer And navigate the depths of the soul Shinin’ diamond in the backseat, yeah Shinin’ diamond in the back seat
3.
Spanish as the moonlight stains the sea And the waves they rise and fall so gent-i-ly Sittin’ back sippin’ on a lonely friend Tryin’ real hard just to pretend That she was not the only one for me I held her off as long as I could bare But her words would twist and tumble through the air A .38 special and a bag of blow And they chased me down to Mexico And now they wanna put me in the chair Pre-Chorus: I’d sell my soul at a modest price But I won’t be no sacrifice You whispered words but mine were true And I’m the man who killed a man for you Chorus: And it goes whoa—oh—oh, easy come now, easy go Well he wound up on the wrong side of my gun And I say hey—ey—ey, yeah I’m better off this way Cus I can’t get close to no one on the run You know I ain’t been much for killin’ men But if you asked me I’d shoot him down again Ain’t nobody gonna make a fool outa me And expect to get off peacefully The blood is on her hands in the end Whoa-oh black magic love It was all, all that I could afford I didn’t mean to make nobody dead Just shoot a motherfucker in the head His dyin’ was between him and the Lord
4.
I don’t know why I sometimes cry out to the sky Beside myself Seems to me hypocrisy to actively Deny my wealth I understand to be a man you need a solid plan For this Earth Does that require to conspire against desire To prove my worth Pre Chorus: I’m on my way, father No time to stay, father No not today, father No time to wait, father Nor hesitate, father This is my fate, father Chorus: I don’t know what Is in store for me But in my gut I know I’ve got to be free Well it’s a start Most Definitely And in my heart I know I’ve got to be free In and out and throughout I’ve had my doubts As to what it means But when I fake what’s at stake I tend to wake In someone else’s dreams I understand to be a man you need a solid plan To live around Does that require to conspire against desire To which I’m bound
5.
Chorus: Daddy’s got himself a disco cruiser Dodge van 1979 And on the highway he’s a midnight bruiser Yea he sure know how to scoot that double line Verse 1: And when he crank it feel that hooptie groover Flat black with red pinstripes on the side Got the style guaranteed to move her And the ice to make it cross the Great Divide Verse 2: Neon runners and them low-ride boomers Polyester leopard print on the floor Fresh tracks in them blue-bird groomers And a Curtis concert poster on the door
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Gravity 04:50
I know the way to do it I know they way to get home I know the way to do it I know the way to get home Don’t wait for me I got to make it on my own Said don’t wait for me I got to make it on my own There ain’t no method to it Ain’t no method when you’re stoned There ain’t no method to it Ain’t no method when you’re stoned Don’t pray for me There ain’t no god which I condone Don’t pray for me There ain’t no god which I condone Chorus: Whoa—oh, gravity Weigh—eyhing down on me Slow—oh depravity Bestowing on to me A loss of memory Breathe now baby breathe Breathe in and you'll see I got a mind to light it Got a mind to let it burn I got a mind to light it Got a mind to let it burn Don’t cry for me By now I shoulda learned Don’t cry for me By now I shoulda learned Chorus Sometimes you gotta drop it Sometimes you gotta let it fall Sometimes you gotta drop it Sometimes you gotta let it fall Well it might just be There ain’t no reason for it all Well it might just be There ain’t no reason for it all
8.
Hey there darlin’ you wanna sing with me? If you don’t wanna sing at least can you tip me? Ain’t got no job, tin can on the boulevard But what I need a job for, I got me a guitar Cus all I really wanna do is lounge around, it’s true But I don’t wanna spend my whole life just scrounging through Someday I’m gonna get real But right now I don’t really feel Whoa----oh, any urgency to Hey there missus, won’t you make a contribution? Appreciate the help but I don’t need no absolution Got some fire, got some fight, got some 20-20 vision But pardon me mam, cus I ain’t got no religion Yea someday I’m gonna go up into the sky so blue And if I’ve been a bad boy I might go the other way too But right now I don’t really care What’s goin’ on up there Cus whoa---oh, I’m alive with you
9.
Yea I gotta look and I call it mine Feelin’ fine like overtime Keeps me up when I fall behind Some call it theirs, well I call it mine (I call it mine, I call it) Some call it theirs I call it mine So hit me up if you’re killing time I got a place we can unwind We’ll stare into the solar shine Spreading out and getting blind (and getting blind and getting) Spreading out and getting blind So if you got the appetite I got a friend sure to delight A dancing beauty in the night She’s sure to get you feeling right (yea feelin right yea feelin) She’s sure to get you feelin right. (I want my Oreos dipped in chocolate milk...) (MH The Verb) Why buy the cow when the milk is free? Dreams only stack up if they're built to be Standing in the lunch line, Two dollars in the pocket, Momma told em get the 2% All she wants is chocolate Young and flirty Addicted to the Hershey She had my smoothie She said she was still thirsty I told her Don't be so quick baby, you're milkshake's thick Lactose intolerant, and you be making me sick What's bad tastes good, but what's sweet tastes better Cream and brown leather, screaming always together She believes that nothing is forever She said she jonesing for some honey Baby stole my heart, but she stole my milk money Why? Did you steal my milk money? Why did you steal my milk money? She stole my milk money And I need that two dollar and twenty-five cent. (I want my Oreos dipped in chocolate milk...)
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Mad Dog 04:17
It’s the soul of a man that keeps the beasts outa play I seem to think about it just about every day Didn’t really have a plan, it just happened this way I got the soul of a man and a man I’ll stay And I ain’t got no mind, got no mind No I ain’t got no mind, got no mind Who are you to try and draw the line Who am I to cross it every time Chorus: I’d like to be real clear See my needle see my spoon And while I got your ear This is me howlin’ at the moon It’s the soul of a beast that tells a man what to do Functions at least from a fresh point of view A few for a feast, a feast for a few Just cus you see my teeth don’t mean I’m smilin’ at you And I ain’t got no mind, got no mind No I ain’t got no mind, got no mind Who are you to try and draw the line Who am I to cross it every time Bridge: Well I’m just a mad mad dog I’m just a mad mad dog I’m just a mad mad dog I’m just motherfucking mad
11.
I gotta toilet bowl I gotta toilet bowl Gone and sold my soul, down the toilet bowl, down the toilet bowl What’d it do down there? What’d it do down there? What’d it do down there, in the Devil’s lair, what’d it do down there? Well it came back up Yeah it came back up It really fucked me up, my mind corrupt, when it came back up
12.
Heavy Heavy 04:42
Getting clean on gutter steam Sippin’ on a bottle of Listerine But then you know just how serene Sitting in the corner on ketamine Jingled change and beggin’ please Need to fire up another to avoid the squeeze Gettin’ strange just to feel at ease Come on, we all got our own enemies Pre-Chorus: Said hey hey momma now when I come You better not be here when I come back home You better not be here when I come Said you better not be here when I come back home Chorus: Oh Yeah, and I know you know now (Yeah you know you) Better not be here when I come back home Oh Yeah, when I know you know now (Yeah you know you) Better not be here when I come back home Oh yeah, I’m sitting back in the heavy heavy You know I’d rather be alone Catatonic lassitude To which the empty bottles do allude But then it seems so misconstrued You talk too much, now you spoil the mood
13.
Whoa, I’ll follow Yeah, I’ll follow Whoa, I’ll follow Yeah, I’ll follow You when it’s time to go home Cus I don’t wanna be here all alone I ain’t got no choice (no no) But to trail your voice (yea yea) Cus I can’t make it on my own Whoa, I’ll follow Yeah, I’ll follow Whoa, I’ll follow Yeah, I’ll follow Lies if you intend them to be true Regardless of the facts you tell me too I ain’t got no choice (no no) But to hear your voice (yea yea) And take it all at face value Whoa, I’ll wallow Yeah, I’ll wallow Whoa, I’ll wallow Whoa, and I’ll wallow Upon the words that you have said Or maybe I imagined it instead I ain’t got no choice Cus I got your voice Forever stuck inside my head
14.
Suds 04:22
Honey help me wash the soap from my eyes The bubbles sting and they makin’ me cry I never knew getting’ clean was so mean While the dirt in my dreams Never fails to satisfy I just wanna get drunk with my friends Feel free to judge and condescend I ain’t sure, but I think I meant well And if I end up in hell It’s just the lifestyle that I recommend Chrous: I just wanna get drunk with my friends I just wanna get drunk with my friends I just wanna get drunk with my friends And as you can probably tell It’s just the lifestyle that I recommend I’m immature, I’m a dick, I’m no good You say I did everything I possibly could To piss you off, now, to press my luck But I don’t give a fuck And what made you think that I would? I just wanna get drunk with my friends Feel free to judge and condescend I ain’t sure, but I think I meant well And if I end up in hell It’s just the lifestyle that I recommend Chorus: I just wanna get drunk with my friends I just wanna get drunk with my friends I just wanna get drunk with my friends And you can probably tell It’s just the lifestyle that I recommend

credits

released September 16, 2014

Skunkmello is:
Matt Bartlett: lead vocals, guitar, slide guitar, electric dobro, harmonica, mandolin
Ed Cuervo: bass, vocals, percussion
Jono Ori: drums, vocals, percussion
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Additional musicians:
Dan Spencer: keyboards, vocals, percussion
Bridget Ori: additional vocals on #12
Marcus Harris (MH The Verb): additional vocals on #9
Juan Robels-Gil Aleman: saxophone on #7
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Produced by Ed Cuervo
Mixed and engineered by Ed Cuervo
Mastered by Clifford Lane
Art direction and photography by Jono Ori
Tracking at Big Blue Studios except #1, #2, #5, and #8 by Hansdale Hsu at Serious Business Music
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Words and music © Matt Bartlett (ASCAP)
Ⓟ 2014 Skunkmello LLC
All art and images © Skunkmello LLC

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