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Picayune Baliverne
01:42
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Sell You My Soul
04:51
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Sell you my soul for a bottle of homemade gin
Sell you my sister with a toothless craven grin
Sell you my future if right now it guarantees I win
I’ve deflated my ego, auctioned off my psyche
There's a blowout discount on all that is me
Sell you my wife at the drop of a Stetson hat
Sell you my iddy biddy little kid for my chance at bat
Sell you the shirt off my best bud's back
Used to say there are some things money can't buy
Doesn't mean that I can't give it my very best try
Sell you my socks to get a pair of shiny gator skin shoes
Sell you my body and pretend I don't approve
Used to sell the uptown jazz and now I sell the lowdown blues
I'll give you my troubles, my sins, my weakness for free
And you'll come buying everything else off me
Sell you my soul...
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Hawk On A Haystack
04:36
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Watching you watching me, watching you watching me
Trying hard to see, trying hard to see
Ain't no writing on the wall if you don't know how to read
Ain't no need for notes at all, just play the damn thing
Ain't no need for history if it keeps repeating
Hawk on a haystack, prisoner of hope
Seeking its prize on the golden slope
But Ain't no spoils for the victor in a land of barren dirt
Ain't no aces tucked up your sleeve, if you ain't got a shirt
Can't keep your ears to the ground, if there's nothing you haven't heard
Watching you watching me watching you watching me... Hawk on a, hawk on a haystack...
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Tattered Flag
04:30
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Money man don't you eat my lunch
You've already wolfed down more than enough
We're nibbling on the crumbs that you leave
And now you want our scraps in case you get hungry
Oooh hunger tears us asunder, greed sows the seed of need
Working woman watch you standing there for?
You really sure you wanna open that fancy car's door?
They’ll take you between half-built buildings with wooden scaffolds Do what you gotta to but don't do everything you're told x3
Oooh desire lights the funeral pyres, greed sows the seed of need
Government stooge think twice about who you muzzle
Don’t you realize you’re just a small part of the big puzzle?
A kaleidoscope of revolving doors
Smokescreens, spells, tricks to hide your spoor
Power makes you skulk in tall towers, greed sows the seed of need
Media hack quit nattering on
Your mumbo jumbo hides your real intentions
Fourth and fifth estates blurring into one
You’re spinning stories and selling other's potions
Privatize mask the pirates’ eyes greed sows the seed of need
Lower that tattered flag...
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Pigeon Man
04:51
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Everyday rain or shine
He puts them pigeons in a line
Everyday rain or shine
Feeding them pigeons just to keep from crying
Chasing down death, chasing down death
Chasing down death with a bag of crumbs
With a bag of crumbs
Feeding them birds right in front of the bums
The avian congregation gathers so patiently
Gathers patiently
For the pallid man to appear between the trees
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
Might be their magnetism, their ingrained socialism
Don’t count your pigeons before their hatched
Might be their mating coos, or to fatten the squabs for food
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
Seagulls, seagulls, don’t try to make that afternoon creep
Don’t try to make that creep
Pigeon man will shoo you off with his feet
Some say he’s crazy, some say he’s slow
Some say he’s some sort of god of old
Some sort of god of old
He’ll still be out there when hell freezes over
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
Might be their magnetism, their ingrained socialism
Don’t count your pigeons before their hatched
Might be their mating coos, or to fatten the squabs for food
Don’t count your pigeons ‘fore their hatched
Just put your pigeons in a batch
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Let It All Go
04:30
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Time has come to bury the hatchet
before you blow a gasket
time to bury the hatchet
and just let it all go
Ain't talking about compromise
or indulging all those
lies but bury the hatchet
and just let it all go
It's easier said than done
to up and move
on but how can you grow
until you learn to let it all go
Just let it all go...
Ask for water she give you gasoline
we all know she doing you mighty mean
but let her fill your cup
doesn't mean you gotta drink it all up
Let bygones be bygones
say good-bye and be gone
if you can't let go of that grudge
it's your own character you need to judge
Might be from blind ambition
or some lovesick condition
but who's gonna hear you moan
in that great unknown
just let it all go
just let it all go
if hard times draw close
just let it all go
when everyone says no
just let it all go
if your friends and foes
don't, let it all go
don't be ashamed to show
you can let 'em all go
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Zanzibar (Ebb & Flow)
03:40
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Colette Bar & Restaurant
04:03
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Dans le village de hawassa
Il y a un petit hotel tout mignon
Où l’on mange du bon assa assa
Et on boit de la giorgis en pression
Assa assa...
Les gens y dansent toute la nuit
Aux rythmes du 6 sur 4
Et quand la fatigue ne leur donne plus envie
Ils peuvent y chiquer le meilleur chat
Chat chat...
Chez Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est chouette chouette
Chez Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est bon bon...
Et quand le docteur arrive
A la fin de sa journée
Il dit "s'te plait Mme Colette ne me prive
pas de ta beauté”
Beauté beauté...
Quand tout le monde est parti parti
Depuis belle lurette
On entend des cris des cris
Venant de la chambre de mme colette
Ooh ooh...
Oh Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est chouette chouette
Oh Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est bon bon
Chez Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est chouette chouette
Chez Madame Colette Colette
Qu'est-ce que c'est bon !
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Cage them chickens hide your roosters away
Shave your stubble and get your best suit on that's the price you pay
For a nice time with your little lady on that holiday
Raise up them socks, tighten up them shoes
Quit drinking corn liquor, even if you ain't got nothing to lose
The drinking hole won't make you whole, so clean yourself up, time is ticking away
Feed the monkey but chase the baboon away
Train yourself and get a brand new job that's the price you pay
To keep together your little family, keep your troubles at bay
Hoist up them flags, pay up them dues
Stay on the straight and narrow, even if there's only a crooked route
Blow off steam with esteem for the world's no longer just about you
God's gonna change your situation barbershop
God’s gonna change your situation like it or not
God will give your situation a haircut
At the God’s gonna change your situation barbershop
Unchain those dogs, let the doves fly away
Sign off, hit the road, lose yourself that's the price you pay
When you're looking for something deeper, and it don't work to pray
Farewell to your friends, adios to your kin
Break apart your world and put it all back together again
Smash it all to pieces like five easy pieces, but come out the other side alive and kicking
God's gonna change your situation barbershop
God’s gonna change your situation like it or not
God will give your situation a haircut
At the God’s gonna change your situation barbershop
Welcome to God Will Change Your Situation Barbershop, where you will get the haircut of your dreams!
Or the haircut that you could never have believed!
Where unanticipated nightmares shave your hallowed locks, and dense paradises of curled pompadour forests become scorched deserted landscapes of beatific balding.
And metaphysical manes kowtow at the site of the holy shears.
Jubilation! Exultation! Condemnation! Desecration! Regeneration!
Spiritualized scissors and religious razors rejoicing in the random and accepting the inevitable! Come on down folks!
Amen, amen
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10. |
The Parting Glass
04:02
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Traditional, arrangement by Cory Seznec
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Cory Seznec Paris, France
Somewhere between musical wanderer and uncertified ethnomusicologist dwells the artist Cory Seznec and his unique
world.
A French-American in Paris, Seznec’s fingerstyle guitar-playing is syncopated, polyrhythmic, cross-pollinated, and idiosyncratic. He also sings, plays old-time banjo, and wades in the deep river of American song.
(above photo by Jason Gardner)
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