El Salvador Dali Llama Farm

by Paul Newman and the Ride Home

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released September 16, 2016

Cover by [BKZ|GRFX] www.brianzager.com
Produced, Recorded, and Mixed by Mat Leffler-Schulman
Recorded at Mobtown Studios May, 2016 www.mobtownstudios.com



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Paul Newman and the Ride Home Baltimore, Maryland

ukulele on a street corner.
fast forward.
five guys in a basement.
fast forward.
four guys in your basement

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Track Name: This Little Song
This little song is not about you. This little song is probably more than you deserve. This little song is a classic in my head.
I wrote these words down on paper. If I'm lazy they'll just stay there and be sung once and just be dead.
Lacking the words to romanticize the sun, the beauty you could visualize, but that's not happening in this song.
My mind's off track and rambling, going off topic and scrambling. I hope this little song doesn't go on for too long.
Track Name: Mars Winked
I can see it in your eyes as I'm drifting out of reach. Now you're lifting severed ties as I'm shifting in my seat. I can smell it in your breath. You've got nothing left.

I can hear it in your tone as you slam down your phone. The brutality's up front and I know what you want. With comrades to betray, Mars winked and walked away.
Track Name: Bury Me In China Pt. 2
Now my ears are ringing; music's dead and someone's singing in my head. I could just die. I know I said they'd never take us, but you left and they forsaked us. Is it forsaked or forsook? Well, I don't know, but I've been took.
Forget the sun. I'm counting down the days til I'm done.
I traded islands for these walls and now I'm too tired to crawl. So, why must I try? Forget silver and gold cos there's nothing left to hold. So, why can't I just let these bones dry.
Forget the sun. I'm counting down the days til I'm-