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Pilot
02:56
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Okay, alright, I'm off. I got my keys so kiss the girls for me. I don't wanna break their sleep. And tell my mother I'll be home early. You know how she likes to worry. Go do your job then come right back to us. We'll all be here when you get home. Don't worry 'bout a thing.
We lost the right engine. We're falling bright and those clouds won't catch us. Oh damn it all, we're going down. I never meant for this to happen.
Sir, you need to come with us so we can talk. Is everything okay? Is it my wife, are my baby girls safe? I thought my mother's health had improved. We're sorry, sir, there's been an accident. Your wife, your mother, and your baby girls could not be pulled from the wreck.
Don't blame the pilot, he did the best he could.
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Passenger
02:14
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I'm not alright. I can't stop myself from shaking, I can't still my mother fucking hands. After the TV cameras left me I had nothing but ghosts to talk to. And I forgave you 'cause it wasn't on purpose but an honest mistake made my whole life worthless. I hit the bottle like your plane hit the shingles: fast and hard, with enough force to kill me.
Oh baby, please stop shaking. We'll always be beside you. Oh honey, keep your heart from racing and carry on.
I still hear their fucking voices everywhere I go so I bury my head under the god damn pillow and drown my heart in the fucking bottle. Mary, you better fucking help me. There is nothing but ghosts around me: my baby girls, my pretty bird.
They're all dancing in flames around me. I can't shake off the fucking ashes of my family.
Oh baby, I'll never stop shaking till the day I sway beside you. Oh love, my heart won't ever stop racing till I move along.
Clouds can't catch what they can't hold. I might as well have been your co-pilot. I might as well have sat right beside you.
So I'm climbing to the top of One America Plaza and I'm letting go.
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Pilot (Acoustic)
03:10
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Passenger (Acoustic)
03:10
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I'm not alright. I can't stop myself from shaking, I can't still my mother fucking hands. After the TV cameras left me I had nothing but ghosts to talk to. And I forgave you 'cause it wasn't on purpose but an honest mistake made my whole life worthless. I hit the bottle like your plane hit the shingles: fast and hard, with enough force to kill me.
Oh baby, please stop shaking. We'll always be beside you. Oh honey, keep your heart from racing and carry on.
I still hear their fucking voices everywhere I go so I bury my head under the god damn pillow and drown my heart in the fucking bottle. Mary, you better fucking help me. There is nothing but ghosts around me: my baby girls, my pretty bird.
They're all dancing in flames around me. I can't shake off the fucking ashes of my family.
Oh baby, I'll never stop shaking till the day I sway beside you. Oh love, my heart won't ever stop racing till I move along.
Clouds can't catch what they can't hold.
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Joaquin
04:01
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Oh Rosita, miss you so. As long as you and Carlos go without the breath they stole, I will ride that pale horse they call death.
I owned a house, ran a farm, held a claim, I had a wife who loved me. My brother and I worked the goldfields each day, we three were our only family. The miners near by didn't like our blood, thought obeying our rights was treason. So thirty-one men burned a path through our fence and killed poor Carlos and Rosita. They left me for dead but I left with the wind.
The town went quiet for months after that, until a stranger appeared. He had long, dark hair and coal black eyes, kept his hat real low and a shot glass near. One by one, gold miners went missing, and one by one, they turned up dead. Out of thirty-one killers, fourteen were discovered with two holes in the heart and a hole in the head. The rest took to the hills so I took to the saddle.
That stranger ain't any old guy, that's the fucker we left to die.
My name is Joaquin Murietta and I got a blood-stained fucking vendetta. I'm out for any man who killed my wife, brought a whip to my back, bled my brother dry. You should'a made damn sure I was dead when you burned my world, 'cause I lassoed hell and I'mma bring it to your mother fucking door.
I was a miner, she was my girl, they took her away a long time ago. He was my brother, I watched him grow, they took him away long time ago. Violent men stole my family from me 'cause our veins ran a railway of borderless blood. So I'm loading my six-gun and saddling up, I'mma track down and kill every last one of 'em.
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Murietta
01:07
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Well ol' Joaquin must've thought himself a pretty slick rambling man. He roamed the land, found a right hand man and a pack of lost souls. "The Five Joaquins," the press did deem, brought California to its knees. The ghosts of the hills spilled guilty blood and thieved every thug they'd meet. The governor, he said "no more. That Murietta's got himself a war. I don't care if his family was slashed, bashed, beaten or burned. I'm a man of my word and that horseman's death is assured." So he called in the captain who assembled a faction to carry out the order.
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The Ghost of
03:19
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My name is Captain Harry Love, and I've got a warrant for your blood. You can make this easy, or I can take things real slow. 'Cause, see, the state wants your head, boy. Oh, you ain't no hero. You're just a common thief of rumor-mill mystique and I'm done chasing your shadow. All the warnings you have had are done, and I'm not leaving without drawing blood.
Well, you're just as bad as those blood-mining bastards. I know your boys won't quit 'till my last breath is captured. I've had a thousand wrongs done unto me. Still, that don't clear the trail of death setting at your feet.
Yeah, I killed a man with my own two hands. Yeah, I killed a man with my Smith & Wesson. And maybe I stole some shit that don't belong to me, but California stole my family. And I'mma bring 'em back with every broken bone, with every ounce of blood through every gun shot wound.
May the hand of God strike me dead, oh, whenever he sees fit. But I'll be damned should any other man stir a hair on my head, lest he's had his last rights read.
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The Goldfields
02:14
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Oh, there was a fire fight, while thousands of fireflies filled the sky. And Captain Love brought Joaquin to his knees on behalf of the land of the free. And as the Robin of our neighborhood drew his last breath, his head fell back. And he spit a mouthful of blood into the sunset sky, forever stained as the red between the blue of our rivers and whites of our American eyes.
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