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How 'bout Some Truth
03:44
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How ‘bout some truth
Oh yeah
How ‘bout some truth right now
Maybe
Maybe
I could get me some truth somehow
Oh yeah
How ‘bout some truth
Oh yeah
How ‘bout some truth right now
Maybe
Maybe
I could get me some truth somehow
Oh yeah
I… I don’t trust what you say
I… I don’t trust what you do
I don’t trust the right I don’t trust the left
I don’t trust the president I don’t trust congress
I don’t trust their eyes I don’t trust their lips
The lawyers and the judges should be thrown in a pit
I don’t trust you…
Oh yeah
How ‘bout some truth
Oh yeah
How ‘bout some truth right now
Maybe
Maybe
I could get me some truth somehow
Oh yeah
How ‘bout some truth
Oh yeah
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Camille
04:15
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Camille, Camille came home last night
Her red hair in tangles but she looked alright
Hungry and tired but she wouldn’t sleep a bit
Good God, tell me girl, where have you been
Put on your red skirt…Put on your boots
A7Let’s hit the town tonight and do it real good
Camille, Camille…
Let’s do it good Let’s see some
Bright lights and celebrations…Sample all the medications
Stockpile your firearms and explosives
All aboard pack up you caboose
Let’s fumble ‘bout…and stumble ‘bout…And run around like fools
Camille put on your red skirt and boots
Camille, Camille where did you go
It’s been four long years since you walked out the door
Camille, Camille…Am I out of my brain
A7 Your twin sister’s older but you look just the same
Drugged up on electric lights…Are we in cahoots
A7Let’s hit the town tonight, let’s do it real good
Camille, Camille…
Let’s do it good Let’s see some
Chorus
Camille, Camille My zombie girl indeed
I’ll get you what you want and I’ll get you what you need
Camille, Camille…
Don’t make me bleed Let’s see some
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Weighing on Her
03:28
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She might be fragile sometimes
She might break down and cry
But she don’t need any grief or complications
Weighing on her
Weighing on her now
She has strength unmeasured
She’ll take it all on and not look back
But she don’t need any shame or admiration
Weighing on her
Weighing on her now
OOO Weighing on her
You could make this all about you
You could cut and run in a blur
She could live her life with or without you
But she don’t need that weighing on her
OOO Weighing on her
She might be able to brighten any room
She might be able to hold up the world
But she don’t need any doubt or explanations
Weighing on her
Weighing on her now
Weighing on her now…
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Death Door Boogie
04:13
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Behind the wheel of a big black car
My lights are shining out in the dark
I’ve been driving, driving a while down this road in high gear
There’s a heavenly glow from the dashboard lights
There’s a man beside me I don’t know by sight
I keep checking, checking back in my rearview mirror
I’ve been wearing suits and smelling perfume
Making love in the afternoon
I’m attending a party but I can’t pronounce the address
I twist and turn ‘til I’m upside-down
I look up and see a big black cloud
Nighttime’s upon me, yeah, the sun’s going down
It used to scare me some honey, but I’ve accepted it now
I drive into town like I used to do
But I’m patched together with sticks and glue
I’m running, running from dogs with meat in their teeth
The circus is here crowding the street
While a brass band plays and a blind girl screams
There’s a dead white pony lying at a child’s feet
There are pills in my pockets, spiders on my skin
When nobody’s looking I swallow them in
Then I swagger back to the party and nobody’s wiser
Chorus
I’m gimped up and feeling my age
I’m a bare tree standing in a winter’s rage
I’ve been falling, falling down and I can’t get up again
People surround me like its Halloween
I don’t recognized a single face I’ve seen
I’m leaving, leaving soon I think I hear my train
I hear a song inside my head
With a sweet voice moaning out to the dead
You can’t call it a party until something gets broken
Chorus
I’m wrapped up in a swaddling sheet
I’ve used and abused and now I’m obsolete
I’m smiling, smiling at you but it’s all a façade
On a night like this not long ago
I crossed the line and lost my soul
Now I’m waiting, waiting to dance in the arms of God
It’s coming ‘round the corner, coming down the pike
Like a tattooed madman on a motorbike
I’m going to tiptoe out of this party and get back on the road
Chorus
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Huh...
02:02
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We’re all making plans day after day
We’re making plans and God just smiles
We’re all making plans day after day
We’re making plans and God just smiles
The sun is bright shining on me
But everything I’ve planned has come to not
We’re all making plans day after day
OOOOOOOOOOOOO and God just smiles
The sun is bright shining on me
But all of my plans are up in smoke
We’re making plans day after day
OOOOOOOOOOOOO and God just smiles
The sun is bright shining on me
But everything I’ve planned has come to not
We’re all making plans day after day
OOOOOOOOOOOOO and God just smiles
We’re all making plans day after day
We’re making plans and God just smiles
We’re busy making plans and God just laughs
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Prove He's Right Again
03:55
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With sambuca on his breath and a happiness that can’t be measured
He’s a three-legged fowl with a lucky piaster to wager
He’s been dropping out again, sailing out on a sideways wind
There’s a storm on the horizon, but he just can’t shake his grin
He’ll crash on the rocks in the dead of night
Put a rope around his neck with a knot that’s tight
Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again
He’ll pull all his teeth, so he can’t bite
Or spoon out his eye and loose his sight
Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again
Midnight at the Cinema Fantiago
He’s got glasses and a stache and a porkpie, he’s incognito
There’s a girl in the back of the stacks with the Orville and Duds
Seven fist bumps and a hop to left for luck
He’ll crash on the rocks in the dead of night
Put a rope around his neck with a knot that’s tight
Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again
He’ll pull all his teeth, so he can’t bite
Or spoon out his eye and loose his sight
Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again
He twiddles and he giggles like he’s tweeting out a Parker’s bon mot
(He jiggles with mirth like he’s twiddled out a Parker’s bon mot)
It’s hard to see the country when your head’s stuck in the O
He’ll crash on the rocks in the dead of night
Put a rope around his neck with a knot that’s tight
Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again
He’ll pull all his teeth, so he can’t bite
Or spoon out his eye and loose his sight
Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again
Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again
Yeah, he’ll do anything just to prove he’s right, again
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7. |
Shake Some Dust
04:01
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Big top down by the water
Washing off the road
Scorpion girl is dancing with the cootch
Like she’s riding on a toad
Better shake some dust
Better shake some dust
Better shake some dust
Better shake, shake, shake, shake some dust
Preacher’s got the black eyes
Blind man’s in the yard
The bearded lady’s got the Snake-Charmer thumping
But the psychic’s got the cards
Better shake some dust
Better shake some dust
Better shake some dust
Better shake, shake, shake, shake some dust
The prophesy’s been tattooed
Cornfields will fall
Life from death, moonlight’s the Devil
And the sunlight is God
Better shake some dust
Better shake some dust
Better shake some dust
Better shake, shake, shake, shake some dust
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Patrick Storedahl Olympia, Washington
Singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist from Olympia. Has played guitar and keyboards with Just Plain Bill, as well as, sitting in with other local bands. He has been involved with many projects including 7 JPB albums, 11 of his own. He's now playing and writing in Alex Blum & the Roadside Quartet. ... more
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