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Light It Up!
02:07
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Whadya think you're doin' lookin' at me like that?
I like the way you're movin', archin' your back like a cat
I don't think what I'm construin' would keep my pride intact
But it's just what I'm pursuin' and you know that I won't hold back
Light it Up!
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Can't Be Bothered
03:48
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Don't go askin me for no assistance
I'm just follerin' the path of least resistance
Perpetuatin' my habitual existence
Prolly be best to keep your distance
Can't be bothered for no money bills to pay
I got women drink and smoke so I'll be OK
Won't be changin' spite those silly things you say
Can't be bothered this or any other day
Haven't done a responsible thing in years
Constantly on the run from petty fears
Haven't got much left between my ears
As I stand before you, fightin back these tears
Can't be bothered for no song and dance routine
I'll fuel the fire, just let me grab my gasoline
You won't see me out in public, too obscene
Can't be bothered to be nothin but a fiend
A scofflaw I have been at every turn
Those letters from the courthouse all got burned
Your attempts to rehabilitate me spurned
Aint no lesson I could ever learn
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3. |
Groovy BS
01:28
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Luminous lysergic lamentations dampen vibrations
Ominous olfactories overwhelm my sensibilities
Vagrant vanguard virility what kind of man are you supposed to be?
Effervescent emotional energies channeled from potential to reality
What side are you on?
Will you fallow in darkness or thrive in the sun?
Time's come to decide where you stand
Will you be true to yourself, or just another slave to the man?
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Cabin in the Pines
03:50
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Snowing in the valley, blows down from the hills
Covers up my boot tracks on the way home from my still
Smoke risin in the distance, yonder past the timber line
She's standin at the window of our cabin in the pines
Darkness falls on a winter night
Worries flicker in the firelight
The end is here but it just seems right
that the devil shows his face tonight
That's when I heard a sudden knocking as I drifted off to sleep
Sheriff and his dogs were at my door and I knew they'd come for me
Last night I killed my lovers father, all i could do to save my life
My nose was broken and my face was scarred from his fists and from his knife
Slipped out the back tried to make a run
hounds gave chase sheriff fired his gun
blood in the snow, pennies on my tongue
and i prayed for the life of my son
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5. |
Blues in a Bottle
03:40
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Primo Ganso Syracuse, New York
Primo Ganso is a multi-instrumental songwriter and performer, an acoustic experience incorporating elements of bluegrass, funk, jazz, blues and alternative rock. Drawing from a network of inspiring local musicians, he offers a custom-tailored musical experience for any setting. ... more
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