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Dog Bite
03:59
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Feeling like a fifth wheel,
By the end of the night;
Party's far from over,
I've yet to see the highlights
Wish I had some foresight,
Back in the daylight
She tried to be polite,
Another argument to cite.
Its like a dog bite,
Or a gun fight
It don't feel right
Til there's searchlights
Went from Cairo
To Paris, Illinois
Seven one-hit-wonders
To enjoy
Her sex appeal,
Is my Achilles Heel
At least you made good,
On your end of the deal
Its like a dog bite,
Or a gun fight
It don't feel right
Til there's searchlights
She's a lady,
Of many stipulations
Minor aggravations,
Which you know I had to start
Like Lady Telfair,
In her rocking chair;
Big yellow house
On the east end of the square
Its like a dog bite,
Or a gun fight
It don't feel right
Til there's searchlights
A little insistence,
Leads to more resistance,
A little push
And then you're bound to get some pull.
So they cling to their pistols
Like we clutch to our crystals
A little push,
And you're bound to get some pull.
Its like a dog bite,
Or a gun fight
It don't feel right
Til there's searchlights
Its like a dog bite,
Or a gun fight
It don't feel right
Til there's searchlights
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She played me like a guitar,
I let her bang me like a drum.
The taste of her breath,
Was like coconut rum
Ain't too easy to remember,
A little hard to forget
You tried the shoe on baby,
So tell me if it fits
What are you waiting for?
Waiting for me?
What are you waiting for?
Baby, baby, baby
I move slow like a snail,
Bull-headed as an ox
I could tell from her tail,
The girl was a fox
Weren't too easy to remember,
A little hard to forget
You tried the shoe on baby,
So tell me if it fits
What are you waiting for?
Waiting for me?
What are you waiting for?
Baby, baby, baby
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3. |
Frootenanny
03:38
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Well the rain is coming, coming down;
Crickets sing a tune
All I want to do is sing along,
"I'm headstrong whether I'm right or wrong",
I know now that it won't be long,
I'll be back home before you know.
I'll be back home before you know,
I'll be back home before you know;
Don't know when but I'll be home soon
A sunny day or rainy afternoon,
I'll be back home before you know.
Packed my worries, I load my f*cks,
And I still 'em there in a pickup truck.
U-Haul packed, my home's in the rear-view;
My hat eschew, I'll say adieu,
You can see my reflection in the morning-dew,
But I'll be back home before you know.
I'll be back home before you know,
I'll be back home before you know;
Don't know when but I'll be home soon
A sunny day or rainy afternoon,
But I'll be back home before you know.
Think it's time I hit the road,
Down the highway goes a car-load
Giving back the things I once borrowed.
Don't know what I've got to say,
To make this feeling go away;
But I'll be back home before you know.
I'll be back home before you know,
I'll be back home before you know;
Don't know when but I'll be home soon
A sunny day or rainy afternoon,
I'll be back home before you know.
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4. |
Turn Me Around
03:47
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Its like I'm hailin' a taxi to heaven,
Sure know that I cant afford the fare.
There's little remorse as my life flashes before me
There was seldom a worry,
Of which I seldom cared.
Taken many a risk,
Few moments I've missed;
I crossed nearly everything off my bucket list
There was seldom a woman,
I left un-kissed;
After a lifetime of rambling I suppose this is all there is.
My heart gave out,
Hardly put up a fight,
Now I'll admit,
That I've been getting blurry eye-sight,
And if I die, and I just might;
Give me a moment so I might say goodnight.
As you wheel me out,
Turn me around
As you wheel me out,
Turn me around;
This might just be the last thing that I see,
Before I'm buried in the ground
Hey there EMT,
I say, they lean in closely,
Can I ask a favor please?
Before you load me, in the ambulance;
Give me one more chance,
So I can see my home,
As you load me in,
Give that gurney a spin;
Let me take it all in,
Spokes and spires, its the place I retired in,
Where I raised my kids,
And then I mourned them when they grew old
Because this house,
Is all that remains,
Of a life well-lived, well before these chest pains;
My old woman, my sweet Lorraine,
See you on the other side,
So I can give you a migraine
As you wheel me out,
Turn me around
As you wheel me out,
Turn me around;
This might just be the last place that I'll be,
Might just be the last thing that I see,
Before I'm buried in the ground
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5. |
Joie De Vivre
04:08
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Her eyes are like wheels,
Rolling at me, constantly;
I was, rolling along with three tires, I was so tired,
I came; came off the road.
Came off the road, went straight to your abode
And I could spend all afternoon,
Doing nothing in particular,
I'll just wrap myself in you.
I could spend all afternoon, here;
Til out comes the moon.
Like an ocean surrounds,
You're like an island, I was searching for solid ground.
Came into your harbor, I was harboring a criminal;
But I kept that to myself;
Til I, laid down my anchor,
Burned all my sails, there's no need to go sailing no more.
And I could spend all afternoon,
Doing nothing in particular,
I'll just wrap myself in you.
I could spend all afternoon, here;
Til out comes the moon.
I could spend all afternoon,
Doing nothing in particular,
I'll just wrap myself in you.
I could spend all afternoon, here;
Til out comes the moon.
My mood changes with the weather,
Whether you like it or not,
Sometimes good weather is all you've got.
There's a cold persistent rain,
That's when she hands me an umbrella,
Yes, I'm such a lucky fella,
And I could spend all afternoon,
Doing nothing in particular,
I'll just wrap myself in you.
I could spend all afternoon, here;
Til out comes the moon.
I could spend all afternoon,
Doing nothing in particular,
I'll just wrap myself in you.
I could spend all afternoon, here;
Til out comes the moon.
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Well I found it kind of strange,
That numbers were exchanged;
Now my chest is where you lie,
You're lookin' at me with those bedroom eyes
You make it hard,
You make it so hard to leave.
In the night,
Especially in the morning
You're looking like an actress,
Lying on that broken mattress
Now my chest is where you lie,
You're lookin' at me with those bedroom eyes
You make it hard,
You make it so hard to leave.
In the night,
Especially in the morning.
More than perfect, more than good;
I'd hold you even closer if I could
Cross my heart, hope I don't die;
That little cupid must've hit himself a bullseye
You make it hard,
You make it so hard to leave.
In the night,
Especially in the morning.
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7. |
Yesterday's Coffee
03:22
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He woke up too late for breakfast,
The waitress says she understands.
Got a little somethin' on the back-burner,
Resemblin' green eggs and ham.
And he don't think that its fit for eatin'
But he's never been the choosy type.
Got so sick he tasted yesterday's beer,
This tavern don't live up to the hype.
Drinking yesterday's coffee,
Its there in the pot;
Its yesterday's coffee,
But its all that he's got
He scrambles to his uncleaned apartment,
The stench followed him into town.
Since his old lady left him,
He can't help from feelin' so down.
And all his good time buddies,
They know that the well has run dry;
Oh well they say, as they all walk away,
Timmy's just got to stay in the well
Drinking yesterday's coffee,
Its there in the pot;
Its yesterday's coffee,
But its all that he's got
He don't know the last time he vacuumed,
He's not sure the last time he slept
He can't remember the last time he swept,
But he sure knows the last time he wept.
His breath smells like whiskey
His collar like dime-store cologne
He pulls shut that glass door behind him,
And still finds that he's all alone
Drinking yesterday's coffee,
Its there in the pot;
Its yesterday's coffee,
But its all that he's got
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8. |
Brand New Shore
03:47
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I'll admit, I'm sick;
Patching yourself ain't an easy fix
I'll admit, I'm not well;
Just a couple steps away from a lunatic
But as clear as I know, there's a sky above
Something I know that I'm quite sure of
There's a reason they call it madly in love,
Madly in love
But I'll love you til the lake swallows the beach
Til the pier can't be seen no more,
I'll love you til the boardwalks the brand new shore
Then I'll love you til the end of the third world war;
Still the same as it was before
Sometimes, I'm withdrawn
The sort of type of man to keep both eyes on,
Then you, came along
Outstretched your hand and you said come on;
Now I'm wonderin' to myself, where the hours have gone
Living in dark dark nights, then you brought the dawn
Now I'm living a life in the warm warm sun;
Instead of living a life on the run
But I'll love you til the lake swallows the beach
Til the pier can't be seen no more,
I'll love you til the boardwalks the brand new shore
Then I'll love you til the end of the third world war;
Still the same as it was before
Sometimes, I'm deranged
But when nothing is fixed, there's potential for change
Sometimes, its strange
How in a moment everything's rearranged
Its like I'm standing at the top of a mountain range
Gasping out in wonder at the heights we've attained;
The air is getting thinner, its quite an exchange
But there's more than enough to sustain
But I'll love you til the lake swallows the beach
Til the pier disappears for good
I'll love you til the boardwalks the brand new shore
Then I'll love you til the end of the third world war;
Still the same as it was before
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Hunter Gatherer Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin
Hunter Gatherer has a vintage vibe marrying catchy melodious tunes and resonant lyrics. His large and unique sound demands attention, and is difficult to tie down in terms of genre. Call it what you will: alt-mericana, indie-folk, gothic country; at the end of the day, all that matters is whether or not the song is worth listening to. ... more
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