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Vista Del Mar
02:26
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I got your message in the stars
Tonight you're painting on
California Highway 1
The moonbeams are beaming down
You're leaving old me another sign
Another good one gone for good
I under, stood
I understood that night
That your hearts are tail lights on the cars
Hey will you save a seat for me at the bar
Vista Del Mar
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2. |
Motel 666
02:49
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goodnight, to you
and your castle in the sand
and your swimming pools
they're too small
for me, anyway
hey, Mr. Hearst
ain't we the worst?
the worst of all
the worst of all
cause you're way up on the mountain
and we're down in a motel 6
but we both got the same view
now mister, we're both lunatics
it's all we know in our heart
cause you're way up on the mountain
and we're down in a motel 6
but we both got the same news
now baby, it's all a pile of shit
but i see the sun
and there's no letting go of that
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3. |
You're Always High
03:43
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Well let me tell you about a little girl
She gets along with me
There's only one thing I can say to her
Baby you're always high
Yeah let me tell you about a little girl
I think she's always high
It's like she came here from another world
Or maybe she's just high
You're always high
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4. |
Pfeiffer Beach
02:41
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Mister, I been feelin round
trying to find my way outta here
cause i never figured out
that love is here
it's down in there
the water's warm
and shit is great
on your darling coast
you should fly another way
til you find
find your Pfeiffer Beach
Mister, I have figured out
that love is very dangerous
once you have it
once you don't
your heart is ripped
it's ripped to shreds
and there's no going home from here
there's no going home
you should fly another way
til you find
find your Pfeiffer Beach
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5. |
Your Eyes
02:19
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6. |
Young Rectums
01:40
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7. |
Portland
02:30
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Portland
You make me feel like my dad does
It's like your on some bad, bad, bad drugs
It seems I'm always caught out in your rain
Judy was nice
She made us breakfast in the morning
Even offered to drive us around
Instead we walked
From east to west to south to north and
We couldn't find our way around
Portland
You make me feel like my dad does
Gutter punks with sad, sad, sad dogs
God, I think we're turning into them
We took the bus
Up to some crappy flower garden
I guess it was pretty
But I didn't care
And then we came upon
Some shitty music concert
The shirtless hippie guy was there
Portland
You make me feel like my dad does
Or maybe I'm just mad, mad, mad cause
I'm a stranger, and oh, this world's so strange
Portland
I think you and I could be friends
We could see each other from time to time
And everything would be alright
But I don't understand how you people like the rain
I can't stand the rain
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Vincent Brue Long Branch, New Jersey
Hi there, I’m Vincent Brue, singer/songwriter, producer & founder of The Long Branch Davidians. Former captain of Lifeguard Nights & The South Jersey Seashore Lifeguard Convention Band. Sometimes I write songs about animals and ghosts under the name Uncle Vin. Music is the reason I am still on this earth. I hope you enjoy it. ... more
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