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Cigarstore indian
06:28
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FUBAR
03:46
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Don't flip your wig
Don't snap your cap
You been to the brink and back
Tryin' to lost those hounds
That've been dogging you around
All your pushin' and your shovin'
Has got you nowhere till now
Why not give up that fight
Let the dust settle
Things will turn out just right
So you pulled a Houdini did ya?
I hear you jumped ship
You been playin' tag with John Law
Since you copped their bloodhound tip
Into the void you tumble
with nothin' to break your fall
Trippin'on trash well you stumble
While thunder and lightening squalls
That big old bean is blazing in the sky
They put on a good one for ya
Time to kick back and smile
Watch all those little dead soldiers line up all pretty in a row
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3. |
Dirty Wings
04:20
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Only fools rush in
Where others fear to follow
'T ain't no sin now babe
Take a sip and swallow
Ebony, Ivory
Where does the music go
Just say yes
Don't make me guess
Throw this dog a bone
Need some food for thought
To get that dreambox tickin'
Got some lowdown blues
That need some lickin'
Ebony, Ivory
Where does the music go
Just say yes
Don't make me guess
Throw this dog a bone
We're all shufflin'
Down that lonesome road
We're all scufflin'
Let's get together
Lay down that load
Silver moon is full
And the wolves are howling
I'm all over this town
Like a tomcat prowlin'
Ebony, Ivory
Where does the music go
Just say yes
Don't make me guess
Throw this dog a bone
We're all shufflin'
Down that lonesome road
We're all scufflin'
Let's get together
Lay down that load
Well my halo's bent
And a little tarnished
Got my dirty wings
Girl you seem astonished
Ebony, Ivory
Where does the music go
Just say yes
Don't make me guess
Throw this dog a bone
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4. |
Gumbo Boogie
04:03
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All the hipsters down on the strip
They don't hold back into the evening they rip
They play to win in this two bit penny arcade
They're packing pistols
Brandishing their blades
Taking sips of dutch courage to boot
Holding the folding
Packing the loot
I bet it all on 28 red
The wheel is spinning
Put this monkey to bed
Mean on the scene
Wearing the green
So we danced until we fell down
High as lightening
Playing the clown
But there's another side you don't wanna see
I'm a killer when the fire rises in me
So don't you jive me with that voodoo
Smoke and mirrors and that juju
I can see through that hullabaloo
Give me a lesson in confessin'
Or I swear boy
You better pray
Wake ém up
The quick and the dead
Shake this town
Knock ém all out of bed
I raise my collar
My hackles they rise
I'm a snake with a switchblade
And I'm ready to strike
Come out blazing in a hail of lead
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5. |
Po' boy
04:41
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I wake up every morning
Not a penny to my name
People mock and scorn me
But I don't care to blame
Help fill the pocket of a poor boy now
Just a little something for a humble soul
Where ever I lay my hat down
You could say that is my home
I don't want for nothin'
I'm free and I can roam
Help fill the pocket of a poor boy now
Just a little something for a humble soul
Sometimes this world is cold
People mean and angry
I won't ever fold
Just take it day by day
And continue on my way.
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6. |
Fire in the Hole
06:13
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In the beginning I was meek
Lost and confused
Small and weak
You done hooded me
You done voodooed me into believing I was less than I am
But now I found me spirirt
Gonna get off my rump and live it.
And there's nothing you can say or doo to stop me now
Fire in the hole
Demon shovel coal
Out of the ashes I come flying
They broke their wheels on my hide
Tell no lies I refuse to die
Fire in the hole
Demon shovel coal
Forging dreams in clouds of steam
Our lives are crashing, intertwining
I can hear those smoke stack whinin'
You know I worry for you child
Going around town
Putting out those bad juju vibes
Who do you think you're fooling?
Who do you think you're schooling?
Because there's some beasts you just can't tame
And one of these days the tigers of wrath are gonna come and bite ya
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7. |
Mischief
04:07
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I'm the king of all the liars
Paint them all with gold
I'm the salesman
You're the buyers
Paying with your souls
Good and bad they've all succumbed
To my wreckless charms
Sell your kingdoms all for dust
Come into my arms
Bought and sold
Your senses five
Have led you astray
I'm the master of illusions
Hold you in my sway
Kings and Queens you had it all
No you're beggars poor
Temptation clings and clips your wings
And you will fly no more
Mischief Devil in me
Shimmy like a monkey up a coconut tree
Mischief Devil in you
From your hat down to your shoes
Mischief Devil in us
Squabble and fight makin'lot's of fuss
Mischief Everywhere
Chaos and confusion messing up your hair
Mischief Everyday
Dancing in the shadows
Watch the children play
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8. |
Sin City Lights
04:33
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I dig your hips babe
Dig your boat
You got me sweating now you sit back and gloat
Well I'm a man of wisdom and note
I got nuthin' to do but float
I missed the eight ball
Blew the deal
Chasin' Aces now it's a steal
A total whitewash can't clean me now
But I'm gonna win your heart somehow
Sin City nights
Can't curb my appetites
Sin City lights
Lay in the gutter dig the stars so bright
Sin City scenes
Got my hustle now I got me dreams
Sin City Blues
Nothing to lose.
I fell into a jug of gin
Running my mouth
Swindling my kin
I sold out and jumped right in
I'm gonna pick up big when the tide comes in
Shifting and grifting
Making waves
My road to heaven is so nicely paid
I don't know how to behave
You can call me stupid I'll call me brave
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9. |
Salamanca Blues
06:08
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10. |
Let Sleeping Dogs Lie
04:43
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I believe one of my virtues
Is that I'm a stayer
Didn't mean to hurt you babe
You always knew I was a player
Cold wind blowing
Through me
This vibe is grim
Guess it's time to pack it all in
And let sleeping dogs lie.
We started star crossed and crazy
At the business end of a blunderbuss
Now we're just jaded
And there's a shadow hanging over us
The moon is a dagger
There's frost on the pane
The third act is over
We're circling the drain
And I can't hear nothing but this sad old refrain
Let sleeping dogs lie
Right under our noses
The devil laid waste
I trampled your roses
You spat in my face
And I remember the day
It all went to hell
In a hand basket
There's no looking back
I drink my regrets
Head on down the track
Let sleeping dogs lie.
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Pugsley Buzzard Berlin, Germany
The hippeningest, happeningest, piano mashingest hoodooman hipster of the funkological piano this side of where it's at daddio! Big voice, chunky piano, red hot bands and sassy horns. Intriguing multidimensional songs. Pugsley has played all over from New Orleans to Berlin and beyond and originates from the deep deep south. That's Australia folks. Come and get your cures all ills musical elixir. ... more
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