Adam Del Rio and The Fizzy Lifters

by Adam Del Rio

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All songs written by Adam Del Rio except for "Coney Island Candy" written by Drew Piston. Recorded at Ocean Beach Studios in San Francisco, California. Recorded, mixed and mastered by Victor Andersen and Blake Morris except 'For The Birds' recorded by Paul McGuire. Art Work by Isaac Tuuri

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released 17 November 2012

Vocals, Guitars- Adam Del Rio
Vocals - Elena Siani
Bass- Paul Clanon
Trombone - Rick Brown

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Adam Del Rio Nashville, Tennessee

Just another singer songwriter. Born and raised in San Francisco.

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Track Name: Fancy Words
I can still hear your laughter 'a ringing in my ears
I still need an army to kill all my fears
That doused all the light that darkness has beat
It punched me in the eye and I bled to my feet

And I've got no fancy words that I can use. I just say "Hey, well I've got the blues."

With a little drop of poison and a big ,big gun
We'll go out dancin' and look at what we done
I still hear your laughter a ringin' in my ears
Your sweet vision pouring over my fears

And I've got no fancy words that I can use. I just say "Hey ,well I've got the blues."

It can all fade away, from New York to LA
The trust fund hipsters and the white collar reggae
And the button pushin' DJ with his box full of (others) dreams
Is killing all my hope with his red laser beams.

And I've got no fancy words that I can use. I just Say "Hey, buddy you give me the blues."

Ya well I got the blues!
Track Name: Morphine
One man's grief is another's first line in a poem
Great, another fucking song about being broke and trying to get home
But the fat man laughs and everybody follows plain in suit
I can't lie to myself any longer i've got this evil urge to shoot

and there'll be no more roses for me
another day and I'll be free
one more shot of morphine
and I'll be shakin' my thirst in a cool ,cool breeze

The dice have been located and thrown
A playwright's act number one
"They used everything about the hog except for his squeal"
I don't want to be just another spoke in this giant fucking wheel!


and there'll be no more roses for me
another day and I'll be free
one more shot of morphine
and I'll be shakin' my thirst in a cool ,cool breeze

I take that monkey down off my stack
He died long ago but I'll bring him back
I pin him down to the wet ground , lightning strikes and he comes around. A rage in his eyes and fire in his breath , (until) I've got nothing left.

and I say, no more roses for me
another day and I'll be free
one more shot of morphine
and I'll be shakin' my thirst in a cool ,cool breeze