GREAT WHITE BUFFALO

(G O L D S B O R O)
March 02, 2012

OURS IS A ROAD LESS TRAVELLED I KNOW

AND IT'S PAVED WITH DARK ALLEYWAYS AND DEAD END STREETS

SO HARD TO FIND JUST A GLIMMER OF HOPE

NOW WE'RE UP AGAINST THE MIGHTY GREEN KILLING MACHINE

BUT OH SO MIGHTY ARE THE YOUNG AT HEART

YOU CAN CALL US THE LAST SUPERHEROES

SACRIFICING EVERYTHING, THIS IS WHO WE ARE

WE'RE RUNNING WITH THE GREAT WHITE BUFFALO

 

HAIL TO THE SHIMMERING HILLS AND NEON LIGHTS

AND KNEEL AT THE ALTAR OF FOOLS GOLD

SAY A PRAYER FOR THE TRAGIC LOVERS OF THE NIGHT

RISING UP FROM THE COLD AND DUSTY VALLEY BELOW

WE ARE THE ARTISTS AND THE POETS AND THIEVES

WE HAVE BEEN WITNESS TO YOUR PETTY CRIMES

YOU JUDGES AND JURIES AND POLICE CHIEFS

WILL COME TO KNOW THE WHITE BUFFALO IN TIME

 

WE RUN WITH THE GREAT WHITE BUFFALO

 

BEATEN DOWN ON THIS DESERT ROAD

HOW MANY TIMES MUST I BREAK AGAIN

WILL SOMETHING APPEAR LIKE THE HOLY GHOST

LIKE A BRIGHT LIGHT SHINING AT THE TUNNEL'S END

STILL THERE'S SALVATION THROUGH MISERY

WE ARE A FORCE LIKE YOU'LL NEVER KNOW

WE ARE A LEAN HUNGRY FIGHTING MACHINE

A HERD LIKE THE GREAT WHITE BUFFALO

 

WE RUN WITH THE GREAT WHITE BUFFALO


ANGELS

(G O L D S B O R O)
November 26, 2011

A HELLA CALIFORNIA DAY

MADE MY HOME IN OLD LA

TRAFFIC JAMMED STREETS OF GOLD

SUDDENLY I FEEL SO OLD

TALK OF HOW IT USED TO BE

DRINKING IN THOSE MEMORIES OF

WHO WE FUCKED, AND WHO WE LOVED

BRANDED IN THE CITY OF

 

ANGELS

I PRAY YOU WILL

SAVE A PLACE FOR ME

 

ON THE EASTSIDE LOOKING BEST

THE SUN WILL SET FOR THOSE WHO REST ON

LAURELS IN THE CANYON HEAT

SOME WILL STARVE AND SOME WILL EAT THEIR

HUMBLE PIE AND RECOGNIZE

THE BLESSING JUST TO BE ALIVE

WE HIT OUR KNEES AND STARE ABOVE

DESPERATE IN THE CITY OF

 

ANGELS

I PRAY YOU WILL

SAVE A PLACE FOR ME

 

FOR ALL MY REGRET

AND ALL I'VE DISEASED

I WILL FORGIVE

 

ANGELS

I PRAY YOU WILL

SAVE A PLACE FOR ME


BOTTOM

(G O L D S B O R O)
December 29, 2011

I'VE FED ON THE BOTTOM

I'VE BLED AT THE BOTTOM

I'VE FALLEN DOWN THE MOUNTAIN AND I DO IT AGAIN

LOST CRED AT THE BOTTOM

SAW RED AT THE BOTTOM

I'VE FALLEN DOWN THE MOUNTAIN AND I DO IT AGAIN

AND AGAIN

 

ONE DRINK FROM THE POISON WELL

A DEEP BREATH OF THE TOXIC AIR

A LOW OF THE LOWEST IS WHERE I DWELL

DOWN HERE

DOWN HERE AT THE BOTTOM

 

MY STORY IS ROTTEN

LIKE JOHNNY FORGOTTEN

I DIVE DEEP TO THE BOTTOM INTO THE BLACK

I LIE AT THE BOTTOM

MIGHT DIE AT THE BOTTOM

IF I HAVE ANOTHER PANIC ATTACK

 

ONE DRINK FROM THE POISON WELL

A DEEP BREATH OF THE TOXIC AIR

FALL INTO THE DEPTHS OF HELL

A LOW OF THE LOWEST IS WHERE I DWELL

DOWN HERE



HEADING FOR THE SUN

(G O L D S B O R O)
December 29, 2011

HOLD ON EVERYONE

RIDE HAS JUST BEGUN

SHAPE OF THINGS TO COME

WE'RE HEADING FOR THE SUN

 

NO SOUL LEFT TO SELL

IN THIS OUR MAN-MADE HELL

WATER'S WARM ALL'S NOT WELL

SAVE US FROM OURSELVES

 

EVERYBODY RUN

SOLDIER DROP YOUR GUN

HEADING FOR THE SUN