Bacchanalia

by The Strange Avenues

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released 19 January 2012

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The Strange Avenues Boston, Massachusetts

If music nourishes the soul, listening to the Strange Avenues is like a strict diet of beer, cigarettes, and rock n' roll. TSA manages to draw from the best of rock, punk, outlaw country, and blues, congealing the blend into a sound that is in a word, raw. Completely without pretense, it's rock as written by guys that just want to drink beer and play guitar. ... more

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Track Name: Ask For More
You wrecked my favorite car,
You got my last guitar,
and that was just the other night.

Our love's like the Hindenburg,
We meant well, but we crashed and burned.
Honey I love you - but this ain't right.

I bought you a diamond ring,
I guess I'll just return the thing.
You probably wouldn't wear it anyway.

Another shot of courage and I'll kick you out,
Least I tell myself that's so,
But when the drink is done, I need another one,
and there's plenty more to go

Bottle of tears and a broken heart,
Is that all I'm fighting for?
I'm gonna wind up dead with you in my head,
and I couldn't ask for more.
Track Name: I Don't Care (explicit)
I don't like your hair,
and what the fuck's wrong with your shoes?
I hate all your shit.
I hate everything about you.

I don't care, what you wear.
I don't care, who you see.
I don't care, what you're doing.
As long as you're not with me.

I don't like your old man,
and I really hate your fucking mother.
I wouldn't fuck your sister,
but I bet she'd fuck your brother.

I don't care, what you wear.
I don't care, who you see.
I don't care, what you're doing.
As long as you're not with me.

I don't care.
Track Name: Passing Time
Well I don't have a job, and my money's spreading thin.
I used to have a guitar, but now I've got the rent.
I've still got my dog, I just can't ever feed him.
At least he's not alone, 'cause God knows I ain't eating.

I can't seem to break free,
I can't seem to shake free,
I can't ever seem to get back on my feet,
but that's fine.

That's fine.

I don't mind, passing time.
I don't mind, passing time.
I don't mind, passing time.
I can hear the good lord up there laughing at me,
but as long as I'm down here, I know I'm free,
I don't mind.

I'm a midnight mechanic, working down on Main street.
Shop's always hungry, but there's cops on the beat.
It's just a matter of time before they put me away.
At least there they'll feed me, maybe this time I'll stay.

I can't seem to break free,
I can't seem to shake free,
I can't ever seem to get back on my feet,
but that's fine.

That's fine.

I don't mind, passing time.
I don't mind, passing time.
I don't mind, passing time.
And the devil is down there and he's calling for me,
but as long as I'm up here, God knows I'm free,
I don't mind.

I can't seem to break free,
I can't seem to shake free,
I can't really seem to get back on my feet,
I can't ever seem to get back on my feet,
I can't ever seem to get back on my feet,
but that's fine.

Passing time.

I don't mind.

That's fine.
Track Name: Queen of Hearts
She's got hooker headers
And baby moons
Whatcha got under that hood, little girl
I'll take care of you

She's got the devil's smile
I'd better check her parts
You know, I'm a suicide jack, they say
Be my queen of hearts

Cheater slicks
Glass backs
hard top
six pack
you'll never get off yer back
once you get 'er home

Ported and polished
so hot, you'll smoke
I wanna see your dual quads, baby girl
I wanna feel your stroke

Cheater slick
Glass backs
Hard Top
Six pack
Brass knuckled
Heart attack
Dressed in
Flat black
Hell bent
straight track
Booze fed
MANIAC
You'll never get off yer back
once you bring her home
Track Name: Silver Dreams (explicit)
London Bridge has crashed into the sea.
Kings and queens look on at anarchy.

Gonna watch it burn,
Gonna let it burn,
Gonna see it burn,
Gonna burn it down tonight, yeah.

I'm unconcerned,
It's not my turn,
It's still your fucking problem.

Hollywood is burning to the ground.
Silver dreams let everybody down.

Gonna watch it burn,
Gonna let it burn,
Gonna see it burn,
Gonna burn it down tonight, yeah.

I'm unconcerned,
It's not my turn,
It's still your Goddamn problem.

I'll rest in peace while you're buying your belief,
and telling lies that you believe to yourself.
They're burning bills up there on Capital Hill,
but it's slavery that's really for sale.

Athens lost her way, a tragedy.
Her trojan horse, turns out, was you and me.

Gonna watch it burn,
Gonna let it burn,
Gonna see it burn,
Gonna burn it down tonight, yeah.

I'm unconcerned,
It's not my turn,
It's still your Goddamn problem.

I'll rest in peace while you're buying your belief,
and telling lies that you believe to yourself.
They're burning bills up there on Capital Hill,
but it's slavery that's really for sale.
Track Name: Til I Find It
I don't wanna walk away,
Never thought I'd see the day,
But here I am.

Puttin on this uniform,
Feels like it's been worn before,
By another man.

And I soldier on, just a shell of what I am,
and I keep on searching.

Say that it's a waste of time,
But such are the ties that bind,
Ain't life grand.

Thought I'd have a silver spoon,
Bet it'll be here soon,
For another man.

And I soldier on, a shell of what I am,
I keep on searching.
I'll just drift along, tied to someone else's plan,
I keep on searching.

Every day, til I find it.

And so I'll soldier on, a shell of what I am,
and I keep on searching.
So I'll just drift along, tied to someone else's plan,
I keep on searching, keep on searching.

Every day, til I find it