Sunset Claws

by Kokomo

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1.
Living high on the high life Crayfish and Krug Another Queen Street cowboy In a Brioni suit Coked every weekend With a high end honey A functioning addiction To other people's money We didn't stop when the market was tanking We didn't stop till we hit the West Coast Now the SFO and the denizens of banking Want to turn us into toast I've got a suitcase of money and a Swiss passport Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort Drinking Rey Sol Anejo, shooting lizards for sport Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort They say there's gold in the hills There's fish in the sea And money that grows On a money tree Now my DB9 Is waiting out back Take me to the mines On the Fenian Track From the Opara river to the Blackball Hilton The wild west coast is the final frontier Lost down here in splendid isolation With the ghosts of the pioneers It's a long way from dining in Devonport Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort Villa incognito, who would have thought? Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort Holed up in Karamea at the Last Resort
2.
World's most jealous girl got stuck on me Now all I get at night is the third degree Nothing in this world can set me free World's most jealous girl got stuck on me Every time I go out for a beer I walk in and she's already there Talking trash and sitting in my chair Every time I go out for a beer Told me all she wanted was my heart Then she went and tore my life apart Maybe baby I'm not all that smart Told me all she wanted was my heart I don't have much more that I can give The bailiff repossessed my will to live Now I'm running like a fugitive I don't have much more that I can give
3.
Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more It's almost like I'm living on some far away shore Strange things are happening like I've never seen before Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more Lately I just want to hide my face in my hands So much stupid shit out there I don't pretend to understand Take you down and break you down and shake you to the core Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more Give me old time religion, brainwashing fools Build a bomb in your kitchen, teach hate in your schools Poison the minds of the desperate and poor Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more Nazis and the Klan are out marching again The ignorant and venal, the scared and insane Fear and resentment have no sunset clause Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more Dickhead dictators spoiling for a fight It's a wonder anybody can still sleep at night Nuclear shadows; rumours of war Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more Anyone with any chance has already left town Out along Grey Street all the shops closing down Boarded up windows, boarded up doors Sometimes I don't recognise this place any more
4.
I know Barnaby Strange, he's a friend of mine Cowboy boots and a buckled belt and he walks the line Keeps his heart in an iron vault where the sun don't shine He always wanted to be the man with no name Pecos Bill lives on a hill with a beauty queen She flew in from Saville, was the sweetest thing we'd ever seen He shaved his head and he sold his shed now he's living real clean They say true love moves in mysterious ways I know dangerous Dan, he's a mountain man Never talks much about three tours in Afghanistan Keeps six chickens and a crazy cat in a caravan I guess some people just don't like living alone Jimmy the Jew is angry and blue and it ain't too pretty They deported his ass and he lost his loft in New York City Now he claims to be living in exile from a town without pity Everybody's got some hard luck story to tell We're all strangers here We're all strangers here We're all strangers here We're all strangers here
5.
Now she's gone You can do anything that you want to do Now she's gone You can go anywhere that you want to go Now she's gone there's no one here of you to fight Just don't think about her when you're trying to get to sleep at night Now she's gone You don't have to worry about who, where or when Now she's gone You never have to look at that ugly old bedroom mirror again No one is wrong any more and no one is right Just don't think about her when you're trying to get to sleep at night Now she's gone There's no one in the world who can slow you down Now she's gone You can be the king of this whole town Now she's gone No more making excuses for staying out late Now she's gone No more knowing everything you do is up for debate No more Sundays feeling hungover and acting contrite Just don't think about her when you're trying to get to sleep at night Now she's gone There's no one in the world who can hold you down Now she's gone You can be the king of this old town All your friends Ask if you're doing OK You can sense They don't really know what to say And it's easy to smile and to laugh and to be so polite Just don't think about her when your trying to get to sleep at night
6.
Dignity 04:20
Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel Thin man lookin’ at his last meal Hollow man lookin’ in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin’ in a blade of grass Young man lookin’ in the shadows that pass Poor man lookin’ through painted glass For dignity Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve Somebody said dignity was the first to leave I went into the city, went into the town Went into the land of the midnight sun Searchin’ high, searchin’ low Searchin’ everywhere I know Askin’ the cops wherever I go Have you seen dignity? Blind man breakin’ out of a trance Puts both his hands in the pockets of chance Hopin’ to find one circumstance Of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary Lou She said, “I don’t want nobody see me talkin’ to you” Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew About dignity I went down where the vultures feed I would’ve gone deeper, but there wasn’t any need Heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men Wasn’t any difference to me Chilly wind sharp as a razor blade House on fire, debts unpaid Gonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maid Have you seen dignity? Drinkin’ man listens to the voice he hears In a crowded room full of covered-up mirrors Lookin’ into the lost forgotten years For dignity Met Prince Phillip at the home of the blues Said he’d give me information if his name wasn’t used He wanted money up front, said he was abused By dignity Footprints runnin’ ’cross the silver sand Steps goin’ down into tattoo land I met the sons of darkness and the sons of light In the bordertowns of despair Got no place to fade, got no coat I’m on the rollin’ river in a jerkin’ boat Tryin’ to read a note somebody wrote About dignity Sick man lookin’ for the doctor’s cure Lookin’ at his hands for the lines that were And into every masterpiece of literature For dignity Englishman stranded in the blackheart wind Combin’ his hair back, his future looks thin Bites the bullet and he looks within For dignity Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed Dignity never been photographed I went into the red, went into the black Into the valley of dry bone dreams So many roads, so much at stake So many dead ends, I’m at the edge of the lake Sometimes I wonder what it’s gonna take To find dignity
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8.
I don't care if it rains or freezes Long as I got my plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car Through my trials and tribulations And my travel through the nation With my plastic Jesus I'll go far Get yourself a sweet Madonna Dressed in rhinestone sitting on A pedestal of of abalone shell Going ninety it ain't scary 'Cause I got the Virgin Mary Assuring me that I won't go to hell I don't care if it rains or freezes Long as I got my plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car You can buy him phosphorescent Glows in the dark he's pink and pleasant Take him with you if you're travelling far Get yourself a sweet Madonna Dressed in rhinestone sitting on A pedestal of of gleaming paua shell Going ninety I ain't wary No, I got the Virgin Mary Assuring me that I won't go to hell I don't care if it rains or freezes Long as I got my plastic Jesus Riding on the dashboard of my car Through my trials and tribulations And my travel through the nation With my plastic Jesus I'll go far
9.
Canal Street 04:54
Down along the wrong end of Canal Street Is a little dive that every traveller know Orphans of the night come and go Without a trace No one asks your real name or knows your real face Down along the wrong end of Canal Street Is a little dive I once used to frequent Played an old guitar to pay the rent Now and then Back a ways, who remembers when? There's a dive at the wrong end of Canal Street Where half the whole hep world have sometimes stayed The jukebox in the bar always played The same tunes Stevie Ray and Lady Day and Dark Side Of The Moon There's a dive at the wrong end of Canal Street With a broken clock beside the till As if time, time itself was standing still Standing still Perhaps it is, perhaps it always will
10.
Turn The Lights Down Low

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released June 17, 2019

Produced by Derek Jacombs & NIgel Masters
from new and existing components

KOKOMO
Derek Jacombs | vocals, acoustic & acoustic slide guitar, electric guitar, banjo, keyboards
Grant Bullot | harmonica, washboard
Nigel Masters | vocals on "Don't Take My Car", electric & upright bass, acoustic & electric guitar, keyboards, drum programming
Sonia Bullot | trumpet
Mike Kirk | electric & electric slide guitar
Ian “Beano” Gilpin | drums

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Robbie Laven | saxophone
Porina McLeod | backing vocals
The Kokoladies | backing vocals

Engineering/Mixing | Nigel Masters & Derek Jacombs
Recording | The Boatshed Studio, Tauranga, NZ, 2018/2019
Mastering | Tim Julian, The Colourfield, Tauranga, NZ
Cover | Grant Bullot

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Kokomo Tauranga, New Zealand

Kokomo began in1991 as Kokomo Blues, an acoustic trio playing authentic early blues.

The band has since become one of New Zealand's leading blues 'n' roots bands, renowned for dynamic live shows and highly-regarded songwriting.

Kokomo has performed at NZ's major rock, blues, jazz and folk festivals, releasing thirteen albums and a live concert DVD.
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