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Long Goodbye
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LONG GOODBYE
Words & Music Mark Hilton © Copyright 2019
Every Christmas I go back to London
And buy myself an ounce of coke
Try to tell myself I'm young at heart
But all my kids think I'm a joke
Sad but it's true
I lost my home
Seven long years in the valley of tears
And still she won't leave me alone
My wife says my life is only grey skies
But darlin' you're one long goodbye
Now I don't live down in some basement
Shuttered up from the ice and wind
It's a tropical place with a friendly face
Where I can forget all my sins
Sad, but it's true...
Takes two to tango
So why won't she let go?
Back in the day we were friends
But lovers don't ever forget
They hang on to the end
Now there's a new guy
You got some blue sky
So why don't you cut me some slack?
If I don't mean anything
Who put the knife in my back?
Every birthday I miss all the children
All the wedding days I won't attend
The vows that get sworn
Babies get born
And somehow the broken hearts mend
Sad, but it's true...
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2. |
Can't Take It
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CAN'T TAKE IT
Words & Music Mark Hilton © Copyright 2019
Gonna stick my enchilada in the microwave
I ain't thinkin' about the money but all the time I'd save
Come on over in my kitchen honey
Little Bobby Johnson got the blues
Well the bonny little prince got caught up in the curls
They're gonna kick his ass for messin' with the girls
When you got a silver spoon you better
Stick it where the sun ain't gonna shine
I've heard it all before, But I can't take this shit no more
Can't take it, can't take it, can't take it no more
I ain't gonna take it any more
Can't take it, can't take it, can't take it no more - I can't take this shit no more
Yeh the great southern land is goin' up in flames
The government is tryin' to say it ain't because of climate change
And you wonder why we're takin' to the streets
Next thing they're gonna say you ain't got no right
To say what you think about the great Australian Bight
I used to lean to the left, but now the whole shebang is outta sight
I've heard it all before...
Everybody's getting' angry, gettin' crazy out there
We're goin' to rack and ruin, and nobody really cares
'bout the brothers and the sisters workin' day and night to keep it all on keel
We got the green ones, the blue ones, the brown ones, the yellow ones
I ain't got the money but somebody tried to sell me one
I like it transcendental but I think I'm goin' mental – it's unreal
I've heard it all before...
I flickin' off the box, 'cos I can't believe the news
They're tryin' out crystal meth on all the kangaroos
Come on over in my kitchen honey
Little Bobby Johnson got the blues
I don't know if you know it but I used to be a fan of Elmore James
Everyday I have the blues, I'm a sad boy
Gonna wake up in the mornin', I believe I dust my broom
Gonna shake your moneymaker, I'm a bad boy
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3. |
Checkin' Out
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CHECKIN' OUT
Words & Music Mark Hilton © Copyright 2019
All my friends are smokin' cigarettes
Might as well
Used to be addicted
It's a livin' hell
All my friends are digging graves
In the summertime
It's hard to find the words
When you've lost your mind
Gotta shovel all this dirt
And get back to work
Nobody ever told me it could end like this
But some things you can't resist
Gonna get some truck stop food
And have a feast
Finger lickin' chicken
And a Taco with some other beast
Fill 'er up with diesel buddy
I'm checkin' out
Gettin' on the interstate
And heading south
Take this sucker off the grid
And follow my nose
Maybe I can find myself a one horse town
And see where it goes
Gonna shake your bedposts one more time
Honey are you up for that?
Saddle up your donkey, I ain't turnin' back
Another Margarita Senorita, make it a double
Think it's kickin' in
Smokin' like a train
And you're stayin' thin
All my friends are smokin' cigarettes
That ain't fair
Gonna roll myself a big one
And smoke it like I just don't care
Oh yeh.
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LIKE AN ANGEL PISSED UPON MY TONGUE
Words & Music Mark Hilton © Copyright 2020
Mary said to me “get down on your knees”
But I don't need to believe, watch your sacred heart bleed
I can't follow your creed, leave me be
I haven't tasted anything so good since I was young
It's like an angel pissed upon my tongue
It's a lockdown tonight, shut the door, snuff the light
It's one hell of a trip and I need one thing on my lips
I would kill for a sip, so leave me be
I haven't tasted anything...
Pedro pulls up his sleeves
Grabs my good friend, that gringo called Steve
“Speak the lingo or leave”, then he pulls out a gun
But Steve can't stop at one, “leave me be”
I'll take a shot and I'll forget the bad things that I've done
It's like an angel pissed upon my tongue
I haven't tasted anything...
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5. |
Exactamundo
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EXACTAMUNDO
Words & Music Mark Hilton © Copyright 2019
Exactamundo
Pretty querido
You know the reason we came here
Is nothing to do with love
Exactamundo
I don't believe you any more
You don't have to love me
We don't have the time
I don't have the answers
I know you don't mind
Exactamundo...
I saw you in heaven
You worked your way up
The land of illusion
Is sometimes enough
I long for someone to hold me down
under the sea
The waves crash over me now
Please darlin' please
Exactamundo...
You move like the ocean
You sing me to sleep
Your cheap serenade
A treasure to keep
Exactamundo...
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6. |
Down in Ensenada
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DOWN IN ENSENADA
Words & Music Mark Hilton © Copyright 2019
We went down to Ensenada
Just a day from San José
Not a care in the world
Laughing like drunken fools
With your hand on my arm
We were on our way
So we stopped in Tijuana
Think they saw us comin' for miles
So young and free
On one Rosarito beach
I let go of your hand
I went off for a while
No way to know, what lay up ahead
It's a day at a time, that's what we said
We made it down to Ensenada
But we broke, along the way
Some kinda pain comes over
My lazy and careless heart
If there's anything I could do
Or somethin' I could say
No way to know, what lay up ahead
It's a day at a time, that's what we said
Now we're back down in Ensenada
Just a day from San José
So much has changed in the world
But I'm still a fortunate fool
With your hand on my arm
It all fades away
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Acapulco Hangover
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ACAPULCO HANGOVER
Words & Music Mark Hilton © Copyright 2019
Morning sun comes like a gun
Something tells me I'm alive
Last night we had too much fun
In that sleazy dive
Margarita you're my queen
Showed me things I'd never seen
In your eyes I disappear
So come over here
Where's my coffee, where's my mind?
Acapulco got me bad
Bloody Mary please be kind
I don't do sad
Margarita you're my queen
Gently on your breast I lean
In your eyes I disappear
I had no fear
Where's my money, where's my boat?
Acapulco took the lot
Bloody Mary please down my throat
She's all I've got
She's all I've got
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8. |
My Mule Won't Obey Me
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MY MULE WON'T OBEY ME
Words & Music Mark Hilton © Copyright 2019
My mule won't obey me, the children they hate me
My wife ran away with Manuel
The car's repossessed, I can't handle the stress
My paradise turned into hell
Somebody broke the TV, I can't follow the score
There's a smell in the fridge that's gettin' hard to ignore
My mule won't obey me no more
Doin' all that I can
Stick my head in the sand
Hey Amigo, you got some other plan?
Lorenzo he made me, Maria betrayed me
My mule won't obey me at all
The yard's overgrown, my cover is blown
I got no excuse, so I stall
It used to be so easy, I was popular then
Now I'm watching my back, it's just a matter of when
My mule won't obey me no more
Doin' all that I can...
My boss never paid me, the messenger played me
I’m stuck on a rock in the cold
The truck was a decoy, and I was the new toy
My mule won't do what he gets told
My ladder is so shaky, it's a long way to fall
I can't control the cactus, now it's up in the hall
I can see the demolition man knock on my door
My mule won't obey me no more
Doin' all that I can
Now the the shit hit the fan
Hey Amigo, you got some other plan?
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9. |
Chiquita Felice
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CHIQUITA FELICE
Words & Music Mark Hilton © Copyright 2020
Oh chiquita Felice, when you grow up and get old
Don't let your heart ever grow cold
Your mother is teaching all day and sewing all night
I know I'm a special guest
Guess I should do my best
Falling out of the bed, feet on the floor
I ain't got the will to get dressed
Feel like a man possessed
Oh chiquita Felice...
I made you some food, so come to the table, it's warm
I'm looking for work at home
You're too young to stay here alone
I'll read you a story, get the news off my mind
Those adult ideas you don't need
The violence, corruption and greed
Oh chiquita Felice...
She's chasing a cricket, head over heels and she laughs
I'm dragging my carcass around
My limbs make unusual sounds
They've opened the borders, a shelter, a place to restart
Now a sickening swing to the right
And mothers cry out in the night
Oh chiquita Felice...
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10. |
My Bananas
03:14
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MY BANANAS
Words & Music Mark Hilton © Copyright 2020
I woke up in a dream, it broke my heart
I wanna travel back to the very start
Wrap my arms around you, hold on tight
Now I gotta stay away, it don't seem right
Why me? They're my bananas and you're up my tree
Why me? Well I just wanna be free, I just wanna be free
I tried to shoot the breeze, but they shot my horse
They're gonna lock me up, for thinking all my thoughts
So I'm going to Jamaica in my mind
I'd like to take 'ya, but I ain't that blind
Why me?...It's all about me
The wind's got a bite
There's no land in site
They let me off the boat, I'm feeling kinda funny
Was it the nautical cuisine, or the spider in the dunny?
Send the broken and defeated to the dark side of town
There's talk about a wall, it's sure to tumble down
I'm throwing all the rocks off my land
I'm gonna build a house, a place so grand
With 27 rooms and an ocean view
Then maybe once a year you could stay there too
Why me? They're my bananas and you're up my tree
Why me? You're such a misery
Why me? They're my bananas and you're up my tree
Why me? Well I just wanna be free, Why me?
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Mark Hilton Byron Bay, Australia
Songwriter Troubadour from Australia, touring Vietnam & Europe
Songs that never forget you
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