The New
Amsterdams
Para Toda Vida
1. my old man
had a pistol
My old man had a
pistol
Never carried
around
Never taught me
to use it, yeah
No blood on the
ground
Images of a
family
Somewhere deep
in the South
Wished that girl
taking pictures, yeah
Drag me out
Stand inside
Knees fall to
the ground
I pray take me
far away
From everything
that I am
Must have lost
all my memories
Must have
blacked ‘em all out
Thank god for
the pictures, yeah
Didn’t burn in
the house
Stand inside
Knees fall to
the ground
I pray take me
far away
From everything
that I am
I pray take me
far away
Everything that
I am
Escape is the
only way out
Escape is the
only way out
Escape is the
only way out
Only way out
2. picture in
the paper
I don’t want the
picture in the paper
I just want a
minute of your time
At a point,
appreciate an answer
Any token would
suit me fine
I won’t ask a
question you can’t answer
Like do you
remember “All Shook Down”
At one time it
was your favorite record
Now it’s broken,
not around
Baby I broke it,
broke me down
Strain of the
show
Takes its toll
But you don’t
wanna know
Maybe I don’t
know what I’m asking
This is not the
place or time to speak
Its possible
piano may be drinking
But it’s not me
Couldn’t be
I’m sincere
As I can be
Strain of the
show
Takes it’s toll
You don’t wanna
know
Strain of the
show
Takes it’s tole
You don’t wanna
know
3. son of a
prophet
All your hangers
on
Watch with
anxious eyes
Watch your mouth
to speak
Words mystic and
wise
Can you explain
away everything I know to be true?
Will you flinch
if I criticize anything about you?
Anything about
you
Wash your
nervous hands
Speak and only
lie
Dismiss
distances
Between you and
I
Can you explain
away everything that I know to be true?
Will you flinch
if I criticize anything about you?
Anything about
you
Preacher’s only
son
Wise man’s only
tie
Scorned by
anyone
With an evil eye
4. stay on
the phone
One waitress
Outside of,
Phone booth,
South Carolina
Sits, keeps
killing time
Rolls her eyes
Roll of dimes
Speak of this
sick surrounding sin
Tears me from
limb to limb, within
I don’t know how
to let it go
This far away
from home
One word was
mistaken
Context that it
was taken from
Write it down
Must be sound
Must be true
I hope you can
hear me
My only
sanctuary asks
Why am I here?
Why aren’t I
home?
As the line
builds for the phone
I want it all
Work to a fault
That breaks us
in two
And always at
play
The end of the
day
I’m alone and so
are you
Old stories
Gas stations
Repeating
conversations
Still, I can’t
speak long
The show has to
go on
At best I, might
question
The focus of my
attention
Though, you know
that I could bring it down
I want it all
Work to a fault
That breaks us
in two
And always at
play
The end of the
day
I’m alone and so
are you
One waitress,
invading
But I’m content
to make her wait
It’s all I have
So far from home
Oh please stay
on the phone
5. that side
of me
We don’t forgive
And I dare you
not to speak
All bones with
hands
Old wound open
the key
The best of
friends
Turn to enemies
Honestly, do I
wanna walk away?
Is that obvious
to see, that side of me?
Secrets and sins
Does it matter
if I know?
Lets not pretend
Wish it wasn’t
so
Can we stay
friends?
Even if I’m in
your show
Honestly, do I
wanna walk away?
Is it that
obvious to see that side of me?
I’m all beat up
I’m a cold
bruise colored
Tears me up
Do I ask myself
to choose?
When I don’t
know what to do
6. four more
years
Are you open, to
open arms?
Misdirection
does little harm
I won’t ask, you
won’t tell
Just come around
Missed
discussions of virtues and
Complications
with cash in hand
I won’t ask, you
won’t tell
Just come around
My angel flies
Carries all my
fears
Angel don’t die
For four more
years
Are you waiting
for me to say
That I made all
the same mistakes
I won’t ask, you
won’t tell
Just come around
My angel flies
Carries all my
fears
Angel don’t die
For four more
years
My angel flies
Carries all my
fears
Angel don’t die
For four more
years
7. forever
leaving (by Tijuana Crime Scene)
Burn all your
pictures
Still save the
prints
Thought I’d feel
better
I feel like shit
I fall to pieces
with out you around
Sspend all my
time
Trying to figure
out
Maybe I should
be sorry
Maybe it’s too
late
It’s never too
early
I’ll follow my
faith
I shot the moon
When you shot me
down
I spend all my
time
Trying to figure
out
I finally
thought about
I forever been
leaving
I wanna change
the world
Nothings gonna
change, believe me
Little love is
lost
The memory
remains
Time takes its
cost
I’m still the
same
I left the room
And you let me
down
Spend all my time
Trying to figure
out
I finally
thought about
I forever been
leaving
I wanna change
the world
Nothings gonna
change, believe me
I just seem to
spend
More and more
time again
By myself
It’s just so
much easier then
Trying to
understand, myself
I finally
thought about
I forever been
leaving
8. adeline, out of tune
Adeline, out of
tune
Heaven knows,
what I would do
Can’t just walk
away
From everything
Adeline, out
tune
Step in time,
two by two
Say its over,
regret
Sure its over, I
guess
I don’t ever forget
Ever forget
Adeline, out a
tune
Heaven knows,
what I would do
Say its over,
regret
Sure its over, I
guess
I don’t ever
forget
Don’t ever
forget
Came by to make
you angrier again.
Gonna try to
make you angrier enough,
I’m all ears
now.
Volunteer how
I’m
Gonna’ find a
way to keep this civilized.
It’d help if
you’d just tell me what to say.
It’d help if
you’d just tell me anything.
I’m all ears
now.
Volunteer how,
I’m not askin’
anymore.
I’m not askin’
anymore how
I’m gonna find a
way to keep this civilized.
You fall back
On anger now,
Swear you are
forgiven.
Your anger suits
you,
It makes you
beautiful
Gives you
confidence
To come at me
with more than your bare hands.
Not here to
break you,
But all the
words tonight are careful, chosen, hurting kind;
I’m tryin’ to
say that I, I’m tryin’ to say that I,
I’m tryin’ to
say that I’ve stopped tryin’.
If you rise
above,
If you rise at
all,
It’ll probably
be now.
10. losing
you
Stories been
boarded up again
Old sins forgotten
for new sins
Your habits get
old
Your habits get
old
Wanted to say
How I wanted to
say
Miss the
valentine house sometimes
Good times
compounded on good times
What’s come over
you since?
What’s come over
you since?
I wanted to say
How I wanted to say
Losing you
I would know
I feel partially
responsible
I’m confused
All I can do
Is quietly grin
And resent you
Phone calls made
with such urgency
Speaking half
truths
She doesn’t know
What she doesn’t
know
Wanted to say
How I wanted to
say
Losing you
I would know
I feel partially
responsible
I’m confused
All I can do
Is quietly grin
And resent you