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I did a little something that will change my life
I got a funny feeling that something ain't right
My eyes are fuzzy and my mind is blurred
My house is upside down and the world is absurd
The man from the T.V.'s on a killing spree
And the government they got their eyes on me
Trapped in reality
Nowhere to go
In this hellish fantasy
Taking me down slow
Lovely Skies of Doom
Hello my old friend
Where are we going
To a place we've never been
I have to say, in such a subtle way
I can't comprehend
I never want our time to end
Woke up near here, two hands 'round my back
I prayed to God my rope don't run out of slack
I shouldn't have stayed here, shouldn't have stuck around
Maybe I'll try my luck in another town
Going nowhere without any end in sight
The clear blue sky shines that burning red light
My mind won't work if my spine don't jerk
We gotta get out of here, meet me on Mars
Better than staying here living behind bars
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I'm gonna take their money
I'm gonna take their life
I'm goin' out west, to California's way
They won't catch us babe, if we leave today
I've got a saddle full of old
And a six-shooter on my hip
They'll never take me alive
And when I shoot I won't miss
Hear the buzzards cry
Sing on to the desert sky
Bodies all around me now
Hear the savages and their howl
They all surround me
Pistols drawn in hand
If it weren't for you woman
You know I would be a dead man
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It's automatic going from
First to eighth gear in rocket powered
Flights on hunks of space junk
I need to make a trip down here someday
We'll go all the way to the end of the solar system
Space Truckin' don't mean a thing if you got a mission
Now over on Planet Texas you can see the oil rigs from
Space when they're doing their thing
I need to make a trip down here someday
We'll go all the way, all the way past the goal line
You may ask me how it is
And I'll say I am feeling real fine
Alien spaceport's where you'll find the good stuff
You can get anything from Yavin to Bespin
I need to make a trip down here someday
We'll go all the way, all the way back to where we been
You may ask me how I've been
And I'll just throw you a line
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Moja knows that I can't come and get you
Out of your hiding place
Moja knows that you shouldn't run around with
Your eyeballs outta your face
And even Moja knows that you don't know what you're doing
With that old guitar in your hand
Now come on back let me play you one to show you
Who is who and who is not you
You know back when I was in high school
The guy Moja told me something
He said you can't let a Goddamn soul catch you lacking
Or else you're better off with nothing
Don't let anyone tell you
What the hell kinda music to play
I think I've got something to tell you now son
So you better just back away
Wilting clear blue sky, I watch how they rise
A land so obscene, not even the trees remain green
To walk through the way, is a passage and a trip
The mind blows through, four-gauge shotgun grip
How the sun sees more than we ever could want it to
Going, to a place I ain't been
I'm outside looking in
I got no time to lend
I'm going insane
The grass is right as rain
The mountains are made of paint
My eyes are made of glass
I'm going to Hermit's Pass so
Come on a safari with me
The Ninth Circle is the innermost center of the mind's eye
It is said when The Ninth Circle is opened,
He who looks in it will be rewarded with total consciousness
You, you got me
And I got you
Or so you see
Through the past
It's been me
But now it's you
Who's to seek
The Ninth Circle to unite the trio of Mind, Body, and Soul
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I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Tired of weeping
Tired of moaning
Tired of crying for you
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
Tired of weeping
Tired of moaning
Tired of groaning for you
Don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
I'm so glad
I'm so glad
I'm glad, I'm glad, I'm glad
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Look in the mirror
What do you see
All of life staring back at me
Are you pleased
With what you've done
In your time underneath the sun
In this house
Where time has died
Nowhere to fear, nowhere to cry
On your own
No one around
On the monolith
Upside down
Try not to lean
On what you know
The sun will set
And the day will go
A white room
Now time is black
Once you go babe you can't go back
Take it easy
Lose your mind
I got bad habits
That kill all the time
Now we're here
In this place
I see no sounds and I hear no face
All I see
Is the pouring rain
In the lake of fire
In a world of pain
That back water done rolled, tumbled down the line
Lord that back water rolled and tumbled down the line
That brown-skinned woman is the only trouble of mine
Maybe I'll go down to Galveston, get some white sand in my shoes
Or I'll go down to Brownsville and get some dirt on my shoes
Or I'll ride that train to Memphis, get rid of these L.A. blues
Yeah I've been ridin' that highway, oh all night long
I been cruisin' that highway, most all night long
And I'm just listenin' to Lemon, wondering where it all went wrong
I went to the station and I looked on the board
I went to the station babe, and I looked on the board
It says it's good times here, but it's better on down the road
If that's your mama, you better tie her to your side
Oh if that's your mama, you better tie her to your side
'Cause if she flag my train, I'm sure gonna let her ride
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How I love my baby
Damn I miss that lady
I've been bad lately
But I'm going crazy
I love that girl
Oh she's my world
I've been thinking 'bout that girl
I miss her so damn much
Got a nose like a bloodhound
She never knows when I feel down
But she never frowns
I know this how
Oh I'm gonna get that girl
Oh-ho can't let her go
I've been thinking 'bout that girl
I miss her so damn much
Now I have my baby
Oh but she's too crazy
Should've known that maybe
But I can't complain
I'll kiss that girl
And give her my world
I've been thinking 'bout that girl
I miss her so damn much
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Could fill spoons full of diamonds
Could fill spoons full of gold
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Will satisfy my soul
Men lies about it
Some of them cries about it
Some of them dies about it
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
Could fill spoons full of coffee
Could fill spoons full of tea
Just a little spoon of your precious love
Is that enough for me?
Men lies about it
Some of them cries about it
Some of them dies about it
Everything's a-fightin' about the spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
Could fill spoons full of water
Save them from the desert sands
But a little spoon of your forty-five
Saved you from another man
Men lies
Some of them cries about it
Some of them dies
Everything's a-fightin' about it
Everything's a-cryin' about it
Everything's a-diein' about it
Everything's a-cryin' about it
Everything's a-liein' about it
Little old, little old spoonful
Die'n about it
Cryin about it
That spoon, that spoon
Little old, little old spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
That spoon, that spoon, that spoonful
Everything's a-diein' about it
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The summer heat blisters today
But these fields take my troubles away
Living in this world alone
Got nobody to call my own
So I'll stand out in the rain
Waiting for you to call my name
Got nobody to call my own
Why don't you call my phone
Well I don't need to worry, about everything
I'm not in a hurry, to do anything
I work all day and all night, just to keep myself and you satisfied
But until she calls my name, I'll just sing on towards the sky
Some days feel long and some go on by fast
The weeks turn into years, but the years never last
One day I'll be gone, but until that day comes
I'll be singing my song, waiting to go where I'm from
Best keep comin' on
Baby stay out of my way
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I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin'
I believe I'll dust my broom
I'm gettin' up soon in the mornin'
I believe I'll dust my broom
Out with the best gal I'm lovin'
Now my friends can get in my room
I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know
I'm gonna write a letter, telephone every town I know
If I don't find her in Mississippi
She be in East Monroe I know
And I don't want no woman
Want every downtown man she meets
No I don't want no woman
Want every downtown man she meets
Man, she's a no good doney
They shouldn't allow her on the street, yeah
I believe, I believe my time ain't long
I believe, I believe my time ain't long
I ain't gonna leave my baby
And break up my happy home
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Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long
We were rollin' and tumblin'
Right the whole night long
When I woke up this mornin' baby
All I had was gone
Well I rolled my baby
She's goin' to jump and shout
Well I rolled my baby
She's goin' to jump and shout
When that train rolls up boys
I'm gonna come walkin' on home
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey , hey , hey, hey
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The long awaited follow-up to LIVE KUBES is here.
This compilation is sourced from bootleg recordings of Kubes gigs across a two year span. Featuring ten original tracks and four cover songs, this record gives an insight across the vast history of the ever-changing group that is THE KUBES. Each venue featured in this record has seen the Kubes perform there many times across many years now.
The Kubes are proud to present this Bandcamp exclusive live album including all your favorite Kubes standards such as:
"A PASSAGE TO NOWHERE" from 'With The Kubes'
"LORD OF THE DESERT" from 'Live Kubes'
"MOON GOING ROUND" from 'Discovery One'
and
"APACHE WOMAN"
All songs recorded live in the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex, Texas.
2019-2021
released December 25, 2021
Travis Flippo - Guitar, vocals
Spencer Fortner - Bass, harmonica, vocals
Landry Smith - Drums
Produced and Mastered by Travis Flippo
Cover design by Travis Flippo
Published by Jam House Records
Special Engineering thanks to:
Stephen Fortner
Alyssa Griesing
Katherine Lester
Tamara Smith
