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Mexico City
02:58
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We're on our way down to Mexico City
Gonna wipe that cold away
We're going where the sun shines all the time
In Mexico City
I've been broke for what feels like ages
I'm gonna hold out for some big life changes
I'm gonna drink so many cervezas
In Mexico City
I'm gonna say "sin carne, queso, y leche"
And I can't say that I have ever for one second missed it
Just like I won't miss that home, so stiff and so damn cold
Not like Mexico City
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2. |
Of Post Offices and Song
03:57
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Meet me when the streetlights meet the sunrise
When yesterday's mistakes are washed away
Where the pavement catches sky
And a morning's heavy eye
Bottle caps stand testament to these times
Meet me when the parties are all over
When folks have coupled up and the drunks have stumbled home
Cause there aint nothing in this town
We didn't bring here on our own
Where ever we roam this world is our home
Coro:
Hold on to the wind my friend
Oh, we're gonna meet again
Hold on to that one that's at your side
Always be forthcoming, always be forthright
You're gonna need someone to post your bail
Someone to pick you up those times you fail
Someone to sing with in the face of any gale
Hold on to that thing that's inside of you
Use it like a compass, a star to guide you
And never let it fall
To the bottom of what you are
Keep it near man and it'll take you far
Puente:
My best friend is leaving again
My friend, we'll meet again
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3. |
Self-Medicate
03:07
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Well we aint got no place to go but home from here
Cause my vision's getting funny
And I'm running out of money
And they're running out of beer. Oh no!
Tell my lovely I'll be home tonight for sure
Over sidewalk cracks
And old unused tracks
Right to our front door
Oh I'll be feeling this tomorrow for sure
But better than feeling the things that I felt before
Coro:
So give me one last reason to care
The curve of your smile, the way that you pull back your hair
Cause I know that this cannot go on.
I aint got no trust in no doctor's anyway
Their hands are too cold
They just make me feel old
And their council seems so cheap
So come my friendlies, let's go to the bar for a drink
Beer, tequila, or scotch
Whiskey on the rocks
Whatever helps you feel free (oh!)
Oh we'll be feeling this tomorrow for sure
But better than feeling the things that we felt before
So give me one last reason to care
The curve of your smile, the way that you pull back your hair
Cause I know that this cannot go on.
Oh, the moment is gone
We chase it, we're always too late
It's something inside
Like something has died
We'll never resuscitate
Yes oh, the moment is gone
It's fleeting, it's final, it's bate
We're better than this
But lazy as shit
So let's just self-medicate
Oh we'll be feeling this tomorrow for sure
But better than feeling the things that we felt before
So give me one last reason to care
The curve of your smile, the way that you pull back your hair
And keep on like you'll never find a better way home
Through the thick of the fog, the snow, and the bitter cold
And I know that this cannot go on
Just keep on
And be strong
It's clear
Then pass me another beer.
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4. |
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Something in that drink of yours
That makes you act all out of sorts?
You aint gonna get my love tonight
Pardon me I'm gonna leave
Hit the bricks, yeah feel the breeze
You aint gonna get my love tonight
What's there something wrong with you?
You just carry on and act a fool
You aint gonna get my love tonight
I don't care if the music's hot
You can't carry on and act a slob
No, You aint gonna get my love tonight
Coro:
Don't matter what they say
I don't care how you were raised
You don't get to act that way
Don't matter how much you make
The car you drive or your daddy's name
You don't get to act that way
Go on home where the shower's cold
Go cool off. Do as your told
You don't get to act the fool tonight
Whiskey makes you act like this?
You're not cool. You're just a dick
No you don't get to act the fool tonight
Puente:
I don't think you'll ever understand
What it truly means to be a man
It aint about making fun and calling folks gay
It's about showing up
Not who can throw the hardest punch
You're a weak-willed son of a bitch
Over compensating for a lack of love
Or self respect, or deep seated
Emotional issues
That you never had the courage to face
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5. |
Dagger Eyes
03:54
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It's a cold, cold day in Toronto
Go down south? Well you know I wanna
But I'm gonna have to pay my bills sometime
Now I'm stuck up here in this job I hate
With just enough cash to drink it away
So watch out, for these Dagger eyes
Coro:
I've been sharpening my tongue
With the chip on my shoulder
Trying to find a target for these dagger eyes
it's all because she went away
Now God help you if you get in my way
Yeah watch out for these dagger eyes
I wonder what the weather's like down there
Hope it's rainy all the time with polluted air
Hope you never see a single star in the sky
No, I'm sorry that I talked like that
I just know now that I missed my chance
Yeah watch out for these dagger eyes
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Defeños Mexico City, Mexico
Defeños son de México, Canadá y Francia. Pero nos conocimos en la Ciudad de México. Tacamos una mezcla uptempo de alt-
country, jazz y rock.
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A bailar, cabrones!
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Defeños are from Mexico, Canada, and France. But we met each other in Mexico City. We play an uptempo mix of alt-country, jazz, and rock.
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