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Loaded Gun
02:44
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Underneath the modern skies keeps the old stories alive
Though the canyons still all look the same
And it seems no one has won underneath the desert sun
You hear soft winds are calling your name
Far away where the wild west was won
No more frontier and no chance of rain
Marmalade sets the lonely desert sun
You'll find sinners and saints all the same
When the dust is spun (hey), its a loaded gun
Trackers lead the way through the fields of heartbreak
No more worship no more reconcile
Sifting through the dirt tracing footsteps just won't work
Skulls and bones pile mile after mile
Come away there's no solace left to find
All that's left in these fields is mistakes
Marmalade smokes the sun up in the skies
You'll find sinners and saints all the same
When the dust is spun (hey), its a loaded gun
Old songs stay alive telling stories of hard times
Long after our voices die
Run away searching here will leave you dry
The saguaros have all died away
Marmalade smokes the sun up in the skies
You'll find sinners and saints all the same
When the dust is spun (hey), its a loaded gun
Its a loaded gun
Its a loaded gun
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Hold the Whiskey
03:26
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We think of time moving slowly
Like a kindle to a burning fire
It starts to fly, you say you're lonely
And these years haven't been kind
You want advice, but I don't know if I can give it
Raised on a lie: you want glory?
Work hard and you'll be fine
Hand on the bible, members only
And no reading between the lines
It says there's hope, but I don't think that I believe it
Hate to lie, I've lost count riding up and down these unpaved roads
If tonight I drink alone just hold the whiskey, I'll get stoned
I don't know. I think lately I'm tired to the bone
And we're gettin' old, pretty lady
Writing these desert songs
These desert songs
Oversimplify your whole story
Making space where none's supplied
You hold your tongue cuz we're all warring
And the hate is justified
They say we're strong but I don't think we're gunna make it
Will our lives ever cross roads or am I to walk this path alone?
If the story's gunna close just hold the whiskey I'll get stoned
I don't know. I think lately we're all tired to the bone
And we're gettin' old, my sweet baby
Writing these desert songs
Hate to lie, I've lost count riding up and down these unpaved roads
If tonight I drink alone please hold the whiskey, I'll get stoned
I don't know. I think lately I'm tired to the bone
And we're gettin' old, pretty lady
Writing these desert songs
These desert songs
These desert songs
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Sidewinder
04:59
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Allison is counting
She's got one shift to go and then she's running
She says oo, I've seen harder times
She says oo, I've seen harder times
As it all starts crumbling they say
The young will survive there's no sense in struggling
They say oo, time is on our side
They say oo, time is on our side
And she says to them
I can't win if you won't play for keeps
Promises from sidewinders don't mean a thing
With all their lies
Lights out in the city
And there's no end in sight and nobody's busy
And the people sing oo, voices in the night
And the people cry oo, raise your arms and fight
And we say to them
Who can win if you're all playing king?
All these words from sidewinders won't change a thing
Not in our times
Oo, one fine day
But I can't win if you won't play for keeps
Promises from sidewinders don't mean a thing
Not this time
So go ahead and pretend you've never broken wings
But scorpions and sidewinders always leave a sting
With all their lies
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Lamplight 1889
04:20
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Every night we’d whisper by the lamplight
Big plans that we could never get right, see
We’re the fools got left in charge
And if we’re gonna move it’s down to you and me (and)
Well I guess that’s how I used to think, like
You and me, the trail, and the firelight
A simple life of hands held free
But now you gotta go to get more for you and me?
So is this the last time that we’ll
Get to say goodbyes before you’ll be
Another drone, out there on the open road (and)
Under this Western Sun
A heart beat just begun
A simple light, burning bright
Or casting shadows, which is right? (When)
You see a future where according to plan
We swarm like locusts into the Promise Land (but)
I just can’t do something that don’t feel right (call it)
The cost of living an examined life
So bring your suffering in silence
And your miserable kindness (I’m sure they’d)
Love to hear about it in your “new” home (but I’m)
Cutting my ties here (cos’ I’d)
I’d Rather die here (out)
Out in the Desert singing on my own
(and if you, were not invited
I’m sure you could try and
Make up a story about how you are owed)
(back then)
We were living life but in the backseat
Didn’t matter as long as you were next to me
Trying to hide the pain inside but
Everybody knows, everybody sees
We could reminisce and see where that leads
Or play pretend cos anyway we’re all thieves
This time spent is never free (so)
If we gotta go I guess we better leave
Is it right to hope things forever increase
Just a lamplight, was often all we’d need
Our whole world in sharp relief
Or was that just a memory meant for you and me (now)
From roads untraveled and unclaimed lands
Bet we can find a way to make them all wastelands
(but tell me)
Is this what you like
the cost of living, rareified
and now I’m terrified
I can’t look back I am defined (or)
Out of sight, out of mind (or)
Who knows what I might find (if I)
Stand bright, every night
Living true and loving right
You see a future where according to plan
We all swarm like locusts into the Promise Land (but)
I just can’t do something that don’t feel right (call it)
The cost of living an examined life
So bring your suffering in silence
And your miserable kindness (I’m sure they’d)
Love to hear about it in your “new” home (but me, I’m)
Cutting my ties here (cos’ I)
Don’t want to die here (with the)
Desert thinking I can’t call it a home
Desert hears me singing on my own
(and if you, were not invited
I’m sure you could try and
Make up a story about how you are owed)
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9. |
Calamity
04:09
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Arcane in the golden age
City above the plains
Going up in flames
Your faith leading us astray
Tempered by his rage
Who will take the blame
Betrayers among us
Calamity
The righteous, a chorus
Calamity
It's so faint
The dawning of a day
A new age
Behold them, it's wondrous
Calamity
Atone us, your children
Set us free
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10. |
Mirage (Sonora Suite V)
02:16
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Fault Lines
02:42
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Kinda weird when you think of it
Central valley just goes on and on
Think this road's starting to get to me
Trekking this highway all over again
County line in the hills is steep
Claiming lands to procure it all
I will cross if you come with me
Run through the fault lines with you my friend
Well let's start it over cuz It all got away from me
The house wins the gold mine but
The luck of the draw ain't free
Thinking back to we first began
Pride coming now before the fall
Now the cracks are starting to seep
Arroyos are washed up, bridges amiss
Well can't we start over cuz it all got away from me
Meet me down at the fault lines
The land of the broken treaties
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12. |
Desert Songs (reprise)
03:14
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Music and Lyrics by: Katie Taylor and Philip Miller
Produced, Mixed, and Mastered by: Philip Miller aka TigerScientist
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Starboard Giants Tucson, Arizona
Miller and Taylor crossed paths in Hollywood, California where they played together in the LA based band "In the Stars". Having both moved on from the project, the two kept writing and playing music together. With over ten years of partnership, the duo formed Starboard Giants to continue their passion for song writing and music production. They record out of Tucson, Arizona. ... more
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