1866

by Bayoné

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released October 2, 2012

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Track Name: Bones
A year down and we're out of town,
straight to the back seat,
that we know so well,
but we'll forget before the morning's through.

We've got our bags in our hands,
our mates in our arms,
and ex-lovers but it's cool.

We'll hit the drone n' we'll head back home,
back to the ones we know and love with open arms.
I'll grab my girl by the collar bone and i'll kiss her down,
she makes me feel like someone.

We said 'Hanson, don't let it go to your head,
go throw your guts up, you're not fucking that girl again.

We'll lay our heads by the devils bones on the southern coast,
we're getting kicks of the little man but he'll stand so.

I havn't slept for days,
i havn't driven for years,
but here we are.

And if the cops catch us we're fucked,
they'll take me down if i know my luck,
I'm not sleeping at home tonight.
Track Name: Gums
I've rubbed the southern salt on my gums,
when the skin split the blood ran north,
does that say it all?
whether i'll be back tomorrow at all?
I'm giving up on you splitting the water.
Splitting the water with the children on our shoulders to let the people though!
And through the palm, although you see it all the time,
you know that people knew.
We'll drink you under, we'll drink you dry,
we'll drink you under, don't tie my hands by the river tonight.
It feels so good to be cold,
and the words that i wished would,
now mean oh so much to me.
I have rubbed the southern...

I hope that we can find our feet,
and spend the weekend doing anything but sleep.
Track Name: Homes
We were sons,
and these are no longer our arms,
and we've all got love for valerie.
We'll forget these cuts, they are so equal.
They bring us together,
they won't divide us or tear us apart,
they bring us together,
and i'll stab you with my eyes,
i'll feel your heart beat through the floorboards, tonight.
Then we'll retreat, and we'll rest, until the next excuse.

Roam the streets, the sun will rise.
Take me home it's 5 and drive.
We won't feel guilty for living, for every line that sweats out through our teeth.

My cousin, is wasted on, the borderline village that he calls his home.
Like our fathers before us we'll make the most of our blood before we grow old.
Track Name: 1866
We drank the first jack,
when my house was built in 1866.
Argentina made the made,
who scars our arms,
and makes our fathers cry.
I looked the light in the eye,
and took my punch like a man,
i ain't a boxers son.

We drank the first jack
when my house was built in 1866.
It makes my tongue bleed, so keep my dry.
I ain't coming home with you tonight.

Johnny crossed the river where the liquor licks his lungs,
get up, up away. Get up or put out.

Go lay your bayoné my son, you don't owe this county nothing but the town your mothers from.
And that gun doesn't make you a man, you can't eat the meat you hunt for, till you boast of coming home.

We'll put it down to a break up and good luck.
We'll bring it home like the line i walk from yours to mine.
We're losing track of the ones who make us who we are.