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From 1999 release "Hi-Fi Superfly" |
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we can funk if you want baby i don’t mind
we can funk with your body we can funk with your mind
we can slap down on the ground get back to that fundamental thang
we can funk if you want babe it don’t mean a thang
we can funk with your body we can funk with your mind
baby i’m a gonna take you for a little ride
(slide, slide, slippity slide, take a little trip in my ‘65)
there’s a funky little party goin on in my mind
we can take a little trip and leave it all behind
(it’s hi-fi superfly)
we can funk with your body we can funk with your mind
baby i’m a gonna take you on a little ride
(fine, fine feelin so fine take a little trip down 69)
there’s a funky little party on the other side
we just movin to the groove and baby let it ride
(it’s hi-fi superfly)
we can funk with your body we can funk with your mind
baby i’m a gonna take you for a little ride
(slide, slide, slippity slide, take a little trip in my ‘65)
there’s a funky little party goin on in my mind
gonna take a little trip and leave it all behind
(it’s hi-fi superfly)
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| Lyrics Author: |
Scott Kesson |
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| Composer: |
Shawn Perry |
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| Filesize: |
5.9MB |
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From 1999 release "Hi-Fi Superfly" |
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wanna be a cowboy a bareback mare rider - t a k e y a o u t r i d i n
put my pistol in your holster - oh baby loosin up on the reigns...
wanna be a cowboy, a bareback mare rider - take ya out ridin on the dusty plains
rollin around the sage and thistle - watch out baby im packin a pistol
cmon baby let me brush them burrs off - i promise I’ll take my spurrs off
well im back in the saddle, but im gonna get bareback
you take the reigns baby tie me to the train track
open up your love shack baby - let me come inside and put my rifle in your gunrack
cause i wanna be a cowboy a bronc breakin bullrider
hidin out and ridin out west like a gunfighter
lets ride, cause i wanna be a cowboy
cmon baby let me saddle you up - my snake is gonna rattle you up
im a colt 45 with a silver bullet - baby put your finger on my trigger now and pull it
cmon baby let me brush them burrs off - i promise I’ll take my spurrs off
wanna be a cowboy a bareback mare rider - take ya out ridin on the dusty plains
take ya rollin in the sage and thistle - oh baby loosin up on the reigns
and we’ll ride off in the sunset - find a water hole, get our feet wet
do it side saddle or bareback - take a roll in the haystack
cause i wanna be a cowboy - lets ride, cause i wanna be a cowboy...
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| Lyrics Author: |
Mark Hershiser, Scott Kesson |
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| Composer: |
Shawn Perry, Scott Kesson |
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5.8MB |
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From 1999 release "Hi-Fi Superfly" |
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maybe you’re just waitin for the right time maybe you’re just tryin to be coniving
maybe you’re developing your master plan while the enemy is thriving
maybe you’re just waitin for elections then you’re goin to go and make your choices
meanwhile the horrible hillbilly present is drowning out our voices
whatcha waitin’ for
maybe you’re just waitin on your children maybe you’re just tryin to be protective
maybe they just see right through your postures maybe you should give them some directive
maybe you’re just waitin for a spaceship to evacuate the masses
maybe you’re just waitin on jesus to come and kick their asses
whatcha waitin’ for
i don’t want to start a revolution i don’t want to step on peoples toes
my guru says avoid confrontation i just wanna go with the flow
maybe i’ll just drink a couple fortys maybe i’ll just mingle with the masses
maybe i’ll just sit at home and watch TV until this feelin passes
"sittin watchin TV waitin gettin late and no escapin the hatin the rapin,
too much scrapin the bottom, for a nickle and a dime i think we better check the time
change the station, change the nation cmon why ya waitin"
maybe you’re just waitin for the right time maybe you’re just tryin to be coniving
maybe you’re developing your master plan while the enemy is thriving
maybe you’re just waitin for elections then you’re goin to go and make your choices
meanwhile the horrible hillbilly present is drowning out our voices
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| Lyrics Author: |
Scott Kesson |
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| Composer: |
Shawn Perry, Scott Kesson |
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| Filesize: |
3.9MB |
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From 1999 release "Hi-Fi Superfly" |
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check it in the paper or the five o’clock news spot - the reaper and the raper got it all sewn up
hot off the wire we got automatic gunfire - crack deal, gang related, keepin us intimidated
get a car alarm, better pack a pistol - don’t ya know the crime rates goin up, up, up
feelin like an isolated, paranoid intimidated, media manipulated chump
we gotta make contact, we gotta open up our eyes
we gotta start talkin to each other, its time we realize
that we gotta make contact, we gotta make some big decisions
just rip that godamn cord right out of your godamn television
headline no hope, everybody doin dope - pessimism, anarchism always on the rise
hard luck media well theres a lot of money in it if it aint bad news there never gonna spin it
on the prime time, top cops, crackin down on gang bangers better lock your doors better run better hide
livin in fear of our sisters and our brothers ya we better get to know one another
we gotta make contact...
hurricane aftermath, drive by bloodbath - sexual misconduct in the presidential suite
oklahoma city bomber, hes a loser, hes a goner - that aint revolution, thats a chicken shit hit man
blame it on the gangs on the guns on the blacks on the whites on the cops on the jews on the liberals
blame it on the welfare mothers - ya we gotta get to know one another
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| Lyrics Author: |
Scott Kesson |
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| Composer: |
Scott Kesson |
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| Filesize: |
4.6MB |
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From 1999 release "Hi-Fi Superfly" |
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thats right - gonna do it right - all night - all damn night
thats right - gonna do it right - all night
this aint no never never never never land
and i aint your never never never can man
so things i do i do just for fun
and all them little girlies got me on the run
so take a ride with me - i like to get buck wild
when i get on down - i get on down with style
cause i'm im gonna do it my way - and ill say what i got to say
theres things i need to figure out
and im gonna take a different route - different route
thats right - gonna take a different route - oh yeah - different route
thats right - gonna take a different route - oh yeah
so what im sayin im sayin right to you
theres many things you may or may not do
so when it comes to gettin down
sticky p dont mess around
my name is shawnie p - and when i get on down
aint no messin around - and you can take that back to town
cause i'm im gonna do it my way - and ill say what i got to say
theres things i need to figure out
and im gonna take a different route - different route
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| Lyrics Author: |
Shawn Perry |
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| Composer: |
Shawn Perry |
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| Filesize: |
3.7MB |
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Recorded live for KUNM - Albuquerque, NM |
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went out on a journey 'cross this great big land
to see what i could see
'cause i did a couple years at the unm
but i didn't know what i should be
when the pressure frome the professor come
it was more than i coud bear
the expectations of my parents
and the emphasis to cut my hair
the said "work, work, get a job boy,
yeah work, work, get a job"
there's gotta be more to life
than get an education then get a job
i'm only 21 years old
and i'm feeling like my life's been robbed
my dad he's always been a working man
says "son you know what you gotta do"
i said "yeah dad but can i borrow some dough,
til my carrer comes through"
he said "work, work, get a job son,
work, work, get a job boy"
well get a job boy you gotta work,
gotta work from the 9 to the 5 everyday
well get a job boy, you gotta work, gotta work,
gotta work it til you're old and gray
well get a job boy, you gotta work, gotta work,
gotta work those fingers to the bone
well get a job boy, but i said dad check it out
now i got other plans of my own
because i'm mad dad,
i'm leaving home
because i'm mad dad
i'm going alone
because i'm mad dad
on my own
because i'm mad dad
how 'bout a loan |
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| Lyrics Author: |
Mark Hershiser |
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| Composer: |
Scott Kesson, Shawn Perry |
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2.5MB |
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Recorded in 2000 - Previously unreleased |
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its gettin critical, hypocritical, chronic, ironic, gettin physical
its gettin hydroponic and i want it, so i'm getting socially political
because its medical, mythical, magical and mystical
mental, physical and spiritual, well some are callin it a miracle
because its minimal, it isnt criminal, so i'm gettin vocal and subliminal
i'm gettin tactical, practical, radical and cynical
i'm gonna organize, normalize, we gotta legalize
possession of marijuana - all rise
"its an honor to serve the people, but the people gotta serve the time for this herb, maybe five to ten years in the pen, cheeers to the cell i'd send them to hell if i could, i'd send them to jail with no bail, lock 'em away and let 'em rot in a jail cell, take away their possessions, break up their homes, teach 'em some lessons"
i'm gettin logical, psychological, because your logic is illogical
your laws are pathological, fanatical, tyrranical and diabolical
its only a botanical, its ecological, it isnt chemical its natural
and so i'm gettin factual, lyrical, and some are callin it a miracle
well i'm droppin like a fat man, like the fat boy
drippin, your trippin like a broken japanese toy
i'm smokin lebanese boy,
and i got a bad feeling like i'll never see it free boy
if it was up to me boy
we'd be legally sewing the seed, growing the weed
smokin it for free boy, if it was up to me
so i'm droppin like a fat man, screaming like a tree boy
floating like a butterfly and stinging like a b-boy
roll one up for me boy
cause i wanna see it legal, and i wanna see it free boy
when they gonna see boy,
the question in my head is when they gonna let it be boy
in the joint for a joint and a seed,
yeah a little bag of weed got me five til im freed
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| Lyrics Author: |
Mark Hershiser |
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| Composer: |
Scott Kesson, Shawn Perry |
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| Filesize: |
5.0MB |
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Recorded in 2000 - Previously unreleased |
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here you are on this planet earth
acting like you're running the universe
you're ripping all the trees from the ground
you got that ugly industrial sound going
i'm choking on dead air
how did you kill the air
you killed the air, you kept the cash
the shit aint fair, someone should kick your ass
here i am on this planet earth
this is my home, this is my place of birth
but now my world is getting stabbed and beaten
stolen, stripped, raped and left beeding
i'm choking on dead air
how do you kill the air
you killed the air, you kept the cash
the shit aint fair, someone should kick your ass
your industrial revolution
is choking on its own pollution
your industrial seduction
is soaking in its own destruction
your industrial revolution
is choking on its own pollution
your industrial seduction
is soaking in its own corruption
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| Lyrics Author: |
Mark Hershiser |
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| Composer: |
Scott Kesson, Shawn Perry |
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4.3MB |
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Recorded in 2000 - Previously unreleased |
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baby gettin crazy, everybody got a gun
1,2,3, bang, everybody run
got a fifth grade killer at eleven with a nine
shootin up the body and its blowin my mind
'cause baby gettin crazy, yeah baby got a gun
got a drive-by bullet in an innocent one
finger on the trigger, a little girl is dead
the hole is gettin bigger and its fuckin with my head
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the hole is gettin bigger
my baby got a finger on the trigger
my baby got a hand on the gun
my baby never, never got a chance to be young
the hole is gettin bigger
everything is gettin really hard to figure
its gettin really hard to survive
sometimes its hard just stayin alive
baby gettin crazy, got everybody stunned
when a twelve year old said he didn't care none
took the life of another mothers son
said he did it for the thrill, he did it just for fun
'cause baby gettin crazy, yeah baby got a gun
got a drive-by bullet in an innocent one
finger on the trigger a little boy is dead
the hole is gettin bigger and its fuckin with my head
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fifteen with a bullet, got your finger on the trigger and you pull it, it shouldn't have to be all that but sometimes where your from got you right where your at, my baby seen some real hard times, heard some real hard lines, got some real hard rhymes, forty fives and nines channel fives and nines, and violent crimes, you know my baby seen all of that, yeah my baby's watchin all of that, now my baby's walkin all of that, talkin all of that, and that where were at, left holdin the trigger, watchin as the hole is gettin bigger, a hole made of lead, is fuckin with my head.......
'cause americas baby got a gun
got a piece not a piece of the peace, they got none
on the streets, shot up for the shoes on your feet
shot down before your life is complete
on the streets, the cops and the crips and the crack and the creeps are always creepin on ya, they're never sleepin got ya, keepin ya, deep in the, i know the hole is gettin deeper on ya
now the dead weight lead weighs a ton on my mind
forty five plus a nine equals life minus one
everytime another baby's shot dead
its fuckin with my head
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| Lyrics Author: |
Mark Hershiser |
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| Composer: |
Scott Kesson, Mark Hershiser |
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4.9MB |
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Recorded in 2000 - Never released |
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he got a ford on lincoln's birthday
but there's a killer on the loose
if that parade is held in dallas
that man will rob him of his youth
the lincoln looked so continental
so long and sleek and black
the rear doors were suicidal
and there were bloodstains in the back
some say the bullet it was lonely
but then others say they lie
and if you listen very closely
well you can hear the widows cry
so if you're ever down in dallas
won't you please pray for rain
remember me on president's day
a celebration of pain
admission used to cost a penny
but there's a killer on the loose
the theater is closing early
'cause there's a killer in the booth
and my american cousin
was up on stage when he died
some said he gave a good performance
but then others said he lied
and i think money is the motive
'cause now it costs five dollars at the door
they'll say you're paying for your freedom
as civil men send you to war
so if you're ever down in gettysburg
my address is the same
remember me on president's day
a celebration of shame |
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| Lyrics Author: |
Mark Hershiser |
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| Composer: |
Mark Hershiser |
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4.1MB |
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