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Watch Your Back
03:15
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Watch Your Back, watch your back
He may be the one
To spill every drop of our loving cup and ruin all our fun
Watch Your Back, watch your back
He's just a boy
With careless ways he'll walk away once your a broken toy
Watch Your Back, watch your back
You don't know whats what
Sure he's some thrillin villain actin all chillin, a tempest in a tea pot
Oh honey honey honey, just open your eyes
I know they like to wander over wide open skies
Oh honey honey honey, just do what you must
But do it with some one who last longer than the lust
Watch Your Back, watch your back
He'll make love into a knife
Plunge it in when your back is turned
Cause he knows your the jealous type
Watch Your Back, watch your back
Love may be blind
But one look at him my darling you can see he's the hurting kind
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The Kings Lunch
02:50
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It's an instrumental, make up your own words to sing along. My faves are la lah lah lah la
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Where's That Sound
04:15
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Sidewalks awash with piss and rage
No Aldus Huxley or Betty Page
Can stem the tide of Alpha dogs
Those phishy fools writing kitten blogs
Crowds made ill with idiot glee
These popped upstarts in logoed tees
I’m tired of missing the used to be
As impatient I, replaces we
The road runs hot with wanabe mavericks
Who break the rules and rip the fabric
They rend the night, they run red lights
In a thoughtless race of no insight
Where’s that sound, look all around
Where’s that sound, nowhere to be found
Where’s that sound, not even under ground
What mom and pops can bear the flood
That bares the useful old no love
No fare fighting with ring and glove
Just bare knuckles and spattered blood
Soon the past will be well hidden
Old ideas strictly forbidden
Leaving only a shallow fallow now
Endlessly repeating empty vows
Allegiance, Obeisance, future misfeasance
Where’s that sound, look all around
Where’s that sound, nowhere to be found
Where’s that sound, not even under ground
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Monterrey
02:28
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Make some up, and send them to us. Maybe we will do a remake.
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5. |
Driveby Cumbia
03:08
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I suggest humming, just very fast
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You can drown your sorrows in a whisky sour
Before you jump in the cold cold sea
It’s all much the same, no matter you game
On this no one disagrees
Wave goodbye to your cronies, those genuine phonies
As you drift on swells that swirl
Leave your burden alone, forget about home
In the bar at the end of the world
Hop a flight, board a train, take a cab from the station
Cop a Lyft from the center of town
Get a bus, ride a bike, or board the last street car
That winds its way along underground
Take the tram heading outbound, to the far western stop
Where the lights as white as a pearl
Look for the sign near the end of the block
For the bar at the end of the world
The bar staffs not pretty, they mix the drinks shitty
But beers sometimes just a buck
The patters not snappy, no one seems happy
Just strangers down on their luck
You can drown your sorrows in a whisky sour
Before you jump in the cold cold sea
It’s all much the same, no matter you game
On this no one disagrees
Wave goodbye to your cronies, those genuine phonies
As you drift on swells that swirl
Leave your burden alone, forget about home
In the bar at the end of the world
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Monday Mambo
02:42
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don't even try
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Cuckoo Clock Strut
03:14
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Try those la la lahs again
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9. |
What Makes A Man
03:36
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What makes a man
Is it in his heart
What makes a man
Beyond an acted part
His moment on the stage
Has it no bearing on the play
What makes a man
Another link
In a chain of fools
Too taunt to think
If his life no longer fits
Does the man fall to bits
What makes a man
Just his day to day
But as darkness falls
Does he fade away
A man has needs
A man must strive
To do more
Than just survive
A man seeks to leave his mark
To lift his light above the dark
What makes a man
Not just a joke
Comic relief
Some author’s quote
What writes his lines
What makes his mind
What fills his mouth
With rhymes and lines
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Aging Lion
04:08
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he's an aging lion losing his pride
Life's just a cage when your laid up inside
Nobody listens to the fool on the phone
leave the old man alone
No one respects him, they think that he's done
Cant learn the lessons from the struggles he's won
Everyone's racing to use up their time
Too late if you past your prime
Lifting him up is a revery
Life with his love while they talked
A time before pain and the brevity
of his breath which each step he walks
Like a distant tune, heard but unseen
there's a brilliance just around the bend
But the moment passed as quick as a thought
A feeling he mourns as it ends
Mane is all silver, teeth yellow and dull, now his mind tend to wander mid speech
Embarrassed he covers it up with a joke
How his grasp is beyond his reach
Aging lion he's lost his timing
Poor aging lion you've lost your timing
Our aging lion, lost your timing,
That aging lion, lost your timing, gave up trying too busy dying
I'm going to miss you my aging lion
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Blonde Toledo San Francisco, California
Music thats full of melodies, strangely familiar, but none that you’ve ever heard. Passes the American Bandstand test of having a good beat and danceability, with rhythms from a plurality of backgrounds.It’s full of surprises, yet firmly based in the traditions of Brill Building Pop, Colombian Cumbia, Yiddish Theatre, Post Bop Jazz, British Invasion Rock, and whatever else falls to hand. ... more
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