1. |
Balthazar's Dream
04:04
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2. |
Man On A Chain
02:49
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I must have been crazy like some doggone fool
To ever expect the lies you told were true
Sick and tired of being one of the plans you laid
Love for you was just a tool you used to get your way
I’m not your man on a chain
Can’t be your man on a chain
Had enough of playing your game
Won’t be your man on a chain
Watching you go on down town dressed up like you do
How could I ever think that I meant a thing to you
What you need is some stick in the mud who ain’t got the nerve
To tell you where to stick your rules, ‘coz baby that’s what you deserve
I’m not your man on a chain
Can’t be your man on a chain
Had enough of playing your game
Won’t be your man on a chain no more.
BRIDGE/SOLO
(Hubie Wang: lead guitar)
I’m not your man on a chain
Can’t be your man on a chain
Had enough of playing your game
Won’t be your man on a chain
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3. |
Your Blue Eyes
04:05
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A smile always comes to my face
When I think about your sweet embrace
Feelings of warmth and love running through me
The times that I spent you with you alone
And all of the good times that we have known
You’ve given me memories I’ll cherish forever
Because when my whole world turns blue
You know that I turn right to you
I know you’ll be there true
The way that I need you
I know you’ll always be
Deep down inside of me
Standing where I can see
The strength in your blue eyes
SOLO
(Steve Nathan: Hammond, Tim Pierce: guitar)
Now I just sit and I stare
Since I woke up and you weren’t there
All I’ve got left is the scent of your hair on my pillow
And deep in my soul there’s an ache
That I feel when I sleep and when I’m awake
All I can do girl is pray that you know
Just why I did the things I did
Because when my whole world turned blue
You know that I turned right to you
I knew you’d be there true
The way that I needed you
I know you’ll always be
Deep down inside of me
Right where I need you, baby
I miss your blue eyes
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4. |
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There’s a black dirty mess
On my girlfriend’s new dress
And a circle hole burned clean through to my chest
I’ve gotta confess
I’m getting a little depressed
And I wish I could give this fixation a rest. Mmm-hmmm…
Two packs a day
Wanna get it down to
Two packs a day
My lungs would be much lighter
My future’d be much brighter
If I could get it down to two packs a day
I’ve gotta quit ‘em, Lawd I’ve tried
My lungs – completely fried
My heated breath smells like I just committed suicide
There’s butts all over the floor
My lips are getting sore
And worst of all: when I’m done here I gotta go get some more. Oooooh…
Two packs a day
Wanna get it down to
Two packs a day
My scent would be much cleaner
My sense of taste much keener
If I could get it down to two packs a day
SOLOS (including a really cool scat by Jeff Hofferman)
I gotta get out of this grayness
Get on back in the pink
Before my wallet and my body’s broke
Now you might think all this trouble’s gonna drive me to drink
But smoking only drives you to choke
Now if the white collars would
Legislate like they should
You know they’d make this stuff illegal, then I’d kick this thing for good
But my fingers start to itch, my tongue starts to twitch
That nicotine’s a sad one, Lawd it turns into a bad one.
Two packs a day
Wanna get it down to
Two packs a day
Raise myself above the shabbies
Never fear that case of crabbies
If I could get it down to two packs
You know I just got to get it down to two packs
I just gotta get it down to two packs a day
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5. |
Rockin' Wid De Woogman
03:16
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It was a big big boat
Nowadays that boat don’t even float
But “Mon Capitaine” ain’t ‘round here no mo’
He’s living across the sea
He got de savage tan
He smokes de world class ganja, man
Even though I can’t be with him
He’ll always be with me
‘Coz when I’m rockin’ wid de Woogman
And it’s all I wanna know when I wanna go where I wanna be
When I’m rockin’ wid de Woogman
It’s all I can do to keep my sanity
His island paradise
Will make you feeeeel sooooo nice
And he plays his skunkin’ music in the lap of luxury
He got de stereo
He never turn that thing down low
On the day you wanna find me
You know where I’m gonna be
‘Coz when I’m rockin’ wid de Woogman
And it’s all I wanna know when I wanna go where I wanna be
When I’m rockin’ wid de Woogman
It’s all I can do to keep my sanity
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6. |
Syzygy
01:43
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7. |
The Poison Of Desire
04:16
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It is what it is ‘til it isn’t, then it ain’t
It is what it is ‘til it isn’t , then it ain’t
YOU could be a sinner
YOU could be a saint
Still It is what it is ‘til it isn’t…
…then it ain’t
Sexy Suzie set about seducing randy Andy
Her hair trés chic – as always, dressed to kill
Flame flickering in a corner of her eye, a smile playing on her lips
At the ease with which she bent him to her will…
…for the thrill….
She was the poison in his mind, the poison in his soul
The poison of desire made him lose control
The poison his blood, the poison in his heart
The poison of desire made him fall apart
Carefully posed, little Stevie proposed to tickle sweet Rosie’s upturned nose
If she’d agree to spend the night in his arms
Allaying her fears he whispered in her ear as he fed her beer after beer after beer
Methodically disconnecting al her alarms…
…with his charms…
He was the poison in her mind, the poison in her soul
The poison of desire made her lose control
The poison her blood, the poison in her heart
The poison of desire made her fall apart
It is what it is…is what it is ‘til it isn’t
It is what it is…is what is it ‘til it isn’t
It is what it is ‘til it isn’t, then it ain’t
It is what it is ‘til it isn’t, then it ain’t
YOU could be a sinner
YOU could be a saint
Still It is what it is ‘til it isn’t…
…then it ain’t
SOLO
(Tim Pierce: guitar…in one take!)
It’s a fact that you can’t look back
But the one thing you can do is change this, Jack
More than once in a while the fact is you just don’t care
So roll with it friend, gonna getcha in the end
But the one thing you just can’t do is pretend
That the poison can’t get you unless you believe it’s there…
…in the air…
It’s the poison in your mind, the poison in your soul
The poison of desire makes you lose control
The poison your blood, the poison in your heart
The poison of desire makes you fall apart
The poison…
It is what it is ‘til it isn’t, then it ain’t
It is what it is ‘til it isn’t, then it ain’t
I said YOU could be a sinner
YOU could be a saint
Still It is what it is ‘til it isn’t…
…then it ain’t
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8. |
The Groove (Chiquita!)
04:28
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Chiquita was much too bright
To be overlooked that night
I was just hooked on sight, right in the groove
The Keeper said, “Watch out, Jack!
Once you go, you won’t come back.
When morning comes you’ll be too numb to move”
And I said: ain’t nobody knows for sure
Hey now, who you tryin’ to kid?
Any nobody knows for sure
And what if they did?
Polluted by just a taste
All my background gone to waste
Tore up and forced to face my own mediocrity
Careenin’ I would not fall
Kept myself at bay ‘n all
Talked around it sooooo conveniently
‘Coz there ain’t nobody knows for sure
Hey now, who you tryin’ to kid?
Any nobody knows for sure
And what if they did?
SOLO
(Stan Cotey: guitar)
Considering all the time spent playing it back in my mind
Sho ‘nuff I crossed that line, finding her to blame
Not all of the dots connect, but somehow I do suspect
I’d have ended up here just the same
But there ain’t nobody knows for sure
Hey now, who you tryin’ to kid?
Any nobody knows for sure
And what if they did?
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9. |
Night Is Right
03:33
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I accidentally bumped into a crazy little man downtown one day
He hadn’t bathed in weeks, his eyes both pointed different ways
I said to him, “Excuse me man - I didn’t see you there”
He just reached up, and grabbed me by my hair….
…pulled me close and said:
Night is right for things you wouldn’t do by day
So ignore the light, wait for the sun to go away
You’ll find the height of delight will be coming down your way
‘Coz night is right! That’s what I say…
Just a little bit later on that same day I saw Miss Wanda passing by
So I went running after her so I could tell her about this guy
But I couldn’t make Miss Wanda care about the man I’d met that day
…that is…until I told her what he’d had to say:
Night is right for things you wouldn’t do by day
So ignore the light, wait for the sun to go away
You’ll find the height of delight will be coming down your way
‘Coz night is right! That’s what they say…
Night is right for things you wouldn’t do by day
So ignore the light, wait for the sun to go away
You’ll find the height of delight will be coming down your way
“Coz night is right! That’s what they say…
….right.
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10. |
Wrap It Up
06:14
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Four feet tapping ‘cross an ice cold floor
Rushin’ on out the back door
Clean sheets every other day
Cigarette butts in the ash tray
Don’t try to tell me, girl
‘coz I really don’t wanna know
Wrap, wrap, wrap it up
Wrap it up so you can’t see through
Wrap, wrap, wrap it up
Wrap it like the doctor do
I heard you got it on the radio
From a bass guitar player way down low
Hit me where I couldn’t back away
Pack rat that I am these days
Don’t try to tell me, girl
‘coz I really don’t wanna know
Wrap, wrap, wrap it up
Wrap it up so you can’t see through
Wrap, wrap, wrap it up
Wrap it like the doctor do
SOLOS
(Dave Kempers: violin, Jeff Lorber: electric piano)
Hot lunch pot luck, EZ meat
Gets so hot I stick to my seat
Four feet between the head and the door
Staggering back for more...yeah...
Don’t try to tell me, girl
‘coz I really don’t wanna know
Wrap, wrap, wrap it up
Wrap it up so you can’t see through
Wrap, wrap, wrap it up
Wrap it like the doctor do
SOLOS
(Dave Kempers: violin, Carlo Mezzanotte: synth)
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Funky Young Monks Thousand Oaks, California
Funky Young Monks is a collaborative bi-coastal studio project infusing classic rock/blues roots with modern pop sensibilites...and, of course, a healthy dose of funk. Founding members David (Brother dB) Bryce and Eddie (Brother Duato) Scheer are joined by a rotating collective of seasoned session musicians with the goals of indulgence and having as much fun as possible with the creative process. ... more
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