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The Colors of Coalinga
Faxed Head Lyrics


The Colors of Coalinga
When I came to this city, the highway lined with colors
Red, white and blue, with green and purple food wrappers
You can come and see, or live here with me
Mary Poppins played here; it was not the premiere
But we were there, Faxed Head, high on glue
Pregnant with desire, to see her on our proud screen
A Christian runs the BP, a man of peace, he helped me
He brought a flower to my bed
At the hardware store, good cheer
As I buy some epoxy cement
I love what I see, thank you glue.
In spring, at Burger King, they put up orange banners
In December, they put up red
In their parking lot, I shot myself
As I bled into my can of glue
I felt a communion with my hometown.

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XtraSpecialMango

I can't afford to live
I can't afford to die
And all that I can give
Is in this tear I cry

I have lost the past
Probably, the future too
Don't turn out like me
Please, whatever you do

The second-hand shoes
The hand-me-down clothes
These old worn-out rags
Are what this body knows

I don't have a TV
And have no radio
Don't have a car to
Drive to where I go

Always on a diet
There's nothing to eat
There's no daily balance
Or requirements to meet

I haven't with what
To spend on anyone
I'm not one of those
To go out and have fun

I have lost the past
Probably, the future too
Don't turn out like me
Please, whatever you do



All comments from YouTube:

XtraSpecialMango

I can't afford to live
I can't afford to die
And all that I can give
Is in this tear I cry

I have lost the past
Probably, the future too
Don't turn out like me
Please, whatever you do

The second-hand shoes
The hand-me-down clothes
These old worn-out rags
Are what this body knows

I don't have a TV
And have no radio
Don't have a car to
Drive to where I go

Always on a diet
There's nothing to eat
There's no daily balance
Or requirements to meet

I haven't with what
To spend on anyone
I'm not one of those
To go out and have fun

I have lost the past
Probably, the future too
Don't turn out like me
Please, whatever you do

Matt Guthrie

5 bagger

Keith Sumner

It's a six bag scale

RyKells

Matt Guthrie weirdly just finished an On Cinema session and this song popped into my head, and here I am.

markymcclellan

Neil Hamburger on vx

EighteenBuddha

I missed getting to the see the Secret Chiefs 3 once, because I was under 18. It made me sad

toymasheenSH

@exxucus949 ahaha I love the vocalist. Especially in The Blackened Coffin

DroolingSimpleton

Thanks for posting. I fucking love everything Trey does.

EighteenBuddha

Well I suppose they're still around, so there's still a chance, if they ever swing my way; I still will never be able to undo not seeing Wesley Willis when I had the chance.

MrCalhoun

I don't know what it is, but there is something Patton, but especially Spurance use in their songs which makes my mind just addicted into listening to them. Almost every song of Spurance succeeds in it. That's something at which main stream music mostly fails, when I listen to it. But I also have to admit that I don't pay that much attention to lyrics since English is not my native language and I also rather consider the voice as some sort rhythmnic instrument.

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