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A Meth-head's lament.

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My soul is an old leaky basement
Regret is a meaningful word
Try to muster a luster from the concrete of memory
Once its poured and its set and its cured.
Morals don't seem to mean nothing
When you're thinking on making the scene
Preying on teens, laying beatings on queens
What I did just came naturally.

And I met some with doom in their future,
And I met some with power and grace
I met one named Crystal, tornado twisted,
Who laid me completely to waste

It started out roses and rainbows,
But it soon became briar and hail.
Soda pop sweet on occasion,
but mostly bitter as India Pale.
She drained all the life from my body,
I was her little puppet to play.
She led me to strife and a beggarly life,
And then drove all my loved ones away.

She never cared much to have me,
But she couldn't bare setting me free.
Pure evil distillate, her name was Crystal,
And she turned her pistol on me.

Spent years on the street down in Houston,
Everything that I owned was my last.
I got low when the bottle was empty,
I got high with some kind ones that passed.
Stayed with some fellas in Utah,
Shared stories, a squat and a wife.
Each one of us hitched to the same crooked bitch,
She's hot and cold, and she's quick with a knife.

She's like a poisonous arrow,
Flung from a place you can't see.
Soft as a thistle, her name was Crystal,
And she turned her pistol on me.

She came to my bedroom this morning,
All twitchy and wanting her way.
And I may survive to the end of this drive.
But I'll probably arrive D.O.A.
The old leaky basement is flooding,
But there is one debt we're all born to pay.
And though I may be dying, I still can't help but pine,
For the Crystal that made me this way.

She never cared much to have me,
But she couldn't bare setting me free.
Pure evil distillate, her name was Crystal,
And she turned her pistol on me.
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from Down In Oklahoma, released October 28, 2013
Jaxon Haldane: Guitar, Vocals

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Jaxon Haldane Winnipeg, Manitoba

Jaxon Haldane reveres tradition, but he's no purist. His punk rock roots sprouted a love for the musical styles that branched off to rock and roll.
Bluegrass, Swing, Blues, Rockabilly, Bebop, it's all in the recipe. The result is a gumbo - rich and spicy. Earthy, yet sweet. Rustic, but refined enough that you know a real chef is in the kitchen... one who cooks with love
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