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Somebody New
02:39
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I'm going down down town
I'm gonna find somebody new
I don't know what they're gonna say
I don't know what they're gonna do -
I'm going down I found somebody new
I don't know what they're gonna say
I don't know what they're gonna do
I don't know what I'm gonna say
I don't know what I'm gonna do
I'm going down I found somebody new
Somebody new you never knew before today
somebody who just can't stay that way
Unless you never see her again
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
bah-bah-bah-bah-bah
She's just a woman you never knew before
She's just a woman and now you know her more
She's just a woman you never knew before
She's just a woman and now you know her more
She's just a woman, baby, walking down the street
She's just a woman, that you, think you'd like to meet
She's just a woman now you met her
What you gonna do?
You better go out, bud and find somebody new
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We met tonight and you gave me the test, you had
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
But over my heart I wear a champion's vest you had
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
I said there's no use livin' less I love you to death with that
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
You put your hand on my face I put my head on your breast
with that
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
Well up there in heaven they envy you're hell's guest - with that
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
But down here on earth they just think you're a pest - with that
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
Well oo she la la ooo she la la oo she la la oo
Well, you're trippin' your balls off and that's fine with me
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
Caus I've got a pair and a room that's free
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
And I wasn't born yesterday I'm born again tomorrow
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
And I'll be free of my woes and my wanton sorrow -oh
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
And all dog's go to heaven, even if they roll in shit yea
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
And you my canine are crunching on that metal bit - beneath the
Smoke in your hair and booze on your breath
Oo she la la oo she la la oo she la la oo
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Satan
02:17
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Satan bring me a muse and I'll sell ya my soul
I need a hot hot mama, with a wicked pull
With a thousand seamen throwin' me over board
Make her legs long as the Tower of Babel
To collapse beneath my fiery sword
Satan I know you're not prone to negotiatin'
but won't you please listen to what I say
If this girly inspires could we try our hand at datin
If not that's okay long as my art's best of the day - what do ya say?
Satan do me a solid and cast an actress for the part
who will torture my mind and liven my heart
It takes some warm sweet honey in this cold cruel world
to resonate a body as a galaxy swirls
Oh I know that I just can't do it alone
On know this just cannot be
There's some beauty out there and it's her duty
And Satan you know which one has the key - now hear my plea!
Well this is all on the level you devilish thing
If you give me the woman, I'll throw down my wing
and spend the rest of my days down in hell dirty dancing
tell I chafe off both my cheeks
That's providing you produce the person
with the prose that speaks.
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4. |
Genevieve
03:12
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Can I confess that I cannot conceive
of a world which to live in thout my Genevieve
and in a thousand years, when they find my bones
I hope they're tangled and broken
with those of her own
Oh, Genevieve, best thing I ever saw
Dark as a moonless night, sharp as a raven's claw
Oh, I will attest that there's been no reprieve
of my wanting and wailing for my Genevieve
If you had her my boy, you'd want an hour glass
Tall as the sky through which your whole lives could pass
And I'm just like sand, everyone's fingers I leave
When I'm struck with the beauty of my Genevieve
Oh Genevieve, best girl I ever seen
Just like an actress, up on that silver screen
When her light goes away I'll take my match and sieve
and scour my mind for the memories of my Genevieve
Well, when I was born I came out with ease
Knowing of my lifetime ahead with my Genevieve
She walked like the moonlight on my childhood eaves
Now her hair scatters cross my face with the autumn leave
Oh Genevieve, oh my Genevieve
will you walk into winter with me passed the barren trees?
If you require a sweater, I will weave the sleeves
of a lifetime of loving you, my Genevieve
of a lifetime of loving you, my Genevieve.
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Blues Yer Way
02:17
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Yes I've been beaten, but I'm not depressed
I've been blessed with this festering ambition I guess
After all of love's admissions have been carved in my chest
by the knives of the nights with a fair maiden's breast
I'm not gettin' rest oh-oh-oh
I'm wide awake oh-oh-oh
I guess that's cause I know
what's at stake
I was driven to madness now I'm driving back
In a red minivan with a bass in the back
there's many things I have, though you I still lack
I crack jokes to myself about it and grab another song from my stack
and I
Blow my blues away
hey-ay-ay
I blow my blues away
hey hey
I blow some of my blues your way
hey
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6. |
Brother
05:27
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She has come to take your thoughts and ambition
and leave you lyin' in a puddle of glee
Don't let her get you in such a condition
Stay strong brother, and take it from me
I don't say this with too much contention
I just thought I should mention that I been there before
I know when a heart's in line for a lynchin'
and she's burning her cross by your front door
And I know brother you don't want to hear a god damn thing
when her skin is wrapped around you, like a wedding ring
But a fool could tell, this isn't news that I now bring
and you know well already the truth in these words that I now sing
Well, she has come to do your dirty wishin'
and take it from me her mission ain't havin' fun
And it'll take more than an act of contrition
she'll have your Jesus in pieces when her damage is done
And I know brother, you don't wanna hear a god damn word
when her arms are wrapped around ya you feel lighter than a bird
But I've seen others just like this one
they'll take you up to Heave just to drop you in the sun
So take heed, Brother take heed
So take heed, brother take heed.
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Jesus is Coming
02:51
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Well, you're singin' a tune and it's got my heart hummin'
you're so beautiful babe I think Jesus is comin'
Here's a glass for the wine and one to put rum in
I didn't mix him a drink still I think Jesus is comin'
Well there's no need to fear my dear
when I give you the word
That the lord and his sword would be bored out of his gourd
if he was anywhere else, but here
Well love you're a glove to put my fingers and thumb in
and in heaven above someone left the water running
I'm not saying this is the end of everything
just the beginning of something
And when you hold my hand as planned Jesus is coming
It's so wonderful my love how you show me the way
that if there's no tomorrow there is no need for sorrow
If we're happy only today
Your empathy is a symphony composed by the Great George Jacob Gershwin
and you massage my ego, like you're pulling on purse strings
I'd wager your behavior would start a stuffed shirt to mumbling
and when we do the hokey pokey I know Jesus is coming
It's no stranger than when you're near
oh it is just something small
That holiness should appear in neither the front nor the rear
but where we do not expect it at all
That this holiness should appear in neither the front nor the read
but where we do not expect it at all
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8. |
Son of A Bitch
03:23
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Oh, you - son of a bitch
I want you and you understand this
You coughed up blood on our lover's tryst
and hailed a cab back into night's abyss
Oh, my - greatest regret
still wants to wear a leash, oh she wants to be a pet
Well you haven't found the right man yet
Oh, my - greatest regret
Oh, how - sad it can be
pickin up appled underneath the apple tree
It's been hard year and it's easy to see
you're barren as a desert felicity
Oh, you - son of a bitch
I need you to put the burn on my bliss
So, throw me to the fire and put your hands on my wrist
don't flinch if I twitch, you, son of a bitch
Oh, what - has become
of the hero's instrumental stories unsung?
They're living in the back of a car while some dick struck it rich
and you're marryin him you - son of a bitch
and you're marryin him you - son of a bitch
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When your eyes are wet your underpants are dry
and the moon is as cold as a firefly
There's a light that burns and a kind that sighs
like the friend that could have been, but decided to die
And it's kind of important and it's kind of inane
like the computer they turned into the human brain
Like the loneliness creepin' up your wired insides
There's a smooth entry to this bumpy ride
And all you pudgy short men with your funny quips
You sultry hot mamas with your curvy hips
You skinny geeks and ya macho dicks
we're all prone to get boned or shot in the sticks, so,
Carry your bricks, put on your old kicks
I'm gonna mortar my heart
somewhere down in the mix
I'm gonna border my county
with thorns in betwixt
The tunnel of love
and the hell of hot licks.
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Morgan Orion New Orleans, Louisiana
Morgan Orion was born in an overgrown patch of mulberry trees to neo-beatniks and raised on 20th Century pop culture and Grimm's fairy tales. At the age of 16 he dropped out of school to become a songwriter and began touring two years later. Morgan has traveled the world playing, but calls New Orleans his home. In concert he plays a large catalogue of originals with his band, The Afterburners. ... more
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