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The title song from my new Cd....Watch Out, that monkey will getcha!! |
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The honky tonk monkey
Ain't got no tail
But what a tale he could tell
If he could tell the tale
We'd all end up in jail
He's got no smarts
But a lot of soul
If he got drunk, even so
And told all that he knows
They'd throw us in the hole
Monkey's are cute but they make bad bets
You just can't trust 'em
Like you do the other pets
They're always watchin' everything you do
And before that monkey's through
It'a all over the zoo!
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RS Cain |
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RS Cain |
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4.3MB |
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I bet you know somebody like her.... Some good ol' guitar music...Rock and Roll just for the sheer fun of it... This is about what you'd hear if you heard me live... The vocals and guitar solo are first takes.... This is the second mix....Raw, like good steak....:)
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She's mine all mine
Most of the time
'Cept the times when she's not
That's the times that I mind
She makes me nervous
I never know what she's gonna do
Big eyes, long hair
Legs up to there
She's almost more
Than a mortal can bear
A look you can feel
Every time she looks it at you
She's hot when she's hot
Cool when she's not
You know she's got it
Man she got it a lot
Make you tongue tied and helpless
Every time that she walks by
She makes me nervous
She makes me sweat
I get all shaky
And my palms get wet
Something about her
I can't forget
I gotta have her but I ain't got her yet
She makes me nervous
She makes me bleed
I got this hunger
That I gotta feed
I rev my motor
but get no speed
A little lovin
Is all I need.
Got a hell of a mind
The best you could find
And you would know it
'Less you're deaf, dumb, and blind
Like a day at the beach
Leave you hot, tired , and satisfied
I got to have her
Ain't gonna lie
I'll keep on chasin'
'till the day I die
And if I never catch her
I had a lotta fun while I tried
She makes me nervous |
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| Lyrics Author: |
R.S. Cain |
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R.S. Cain |
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4.5MB |
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I recently went to a Chilean wedding party where I met the most fantastic people and danced waaaay into the night to some of the most amazing music I've ever heard! This is my weak attempt to recreate that magical sound.....this is dedicated to Carlos and Elke, who made an old man VERY happy!! WARNING!!!! It get's a tad "caliente" towards the end! Remixed on02/08/2007
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Welcome to my big Phat Chilean Wedding!!!
Have a Marguerita!!!
Let's Dance!!!
Don't be shy!!! |
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N/A |
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RS Cain |
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7.1MB |
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Well, my buddy Dino says it's "Porno Guitars In Overdrive" LOL!!
That'll do for me!
Another in my apparently new direction, this one combines the analog and digital worlds; that is, parts are loops and such, and parts are me. (the "me" parts have been somewhat "processed", shall we say)
In any event, get ready for a wild ride!******************************
For those of you interested in such things....this was recorded and the loops edited in Sony Acid Pro; mixed using Sonar 6 and the Mackie Final Mix plug in.
The drums are obviously a loop, as are the second bass line and the "Link Wray" rumble type lick.
The rest is me, however, artistic license aside, there WAS a lot of editing involved. That's all I remember, your Honor....... |
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It's up to you, I can't think that fast.... |
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N/A |
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RS Cain |
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7.1MB |
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This started out as a test session for a new installation of Sonar 5. It's very derivative of some of my other stuff, I was just doing something safe to test the new program. I already had the concept and the title for the song, so I ran with it. I hope you enjoy.....Please don't infer an anti-stripper bias, this is just a story; the lyrics are true (mostly) and are dedicated to one of my good buds, the names have been changed to protect the guilty :)
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Eddie was a good boy
The kind you seldom find
Ask any kind of favor
Eddie didn't mind
A ride to do some shoppin'
A ten to pay the bill
You need a friend to watch your back
You know that Eddie will
One night in late September
We all jumped in Eddie's car
And made our weekly visit
To the local girly bar
Amid the smoke and hustle
She came slinkin'cross the room
As soon as Eddie saw her
She made his heart go boom
She said her name was Lila
But her friends all called her Star
The sleekest, freakest anything
To ever hit this bar
Eddie bought a lapdance
Then a trip through the private door
And that was that, she'd sprung the trap
Ed had to have some more
A weekend in the islands
Picnics in the park
She told him that she loved him
But kept him in the dark
About all her other lovers
She told Eddie they were friends
When he ran out of mon she stopped the fun
And told Eddie "That's the end!"
Poor Eddie, there's one thing I know
You can change her name but
You can't save her soul
It's Hard To Get A Stripper Off The Pole
Consider this a fable
A cautionary tale
Remember the Black Widows
Who use and eat their males
Some say the Widow's victims
Deserve just what they get
And Eddie boy will tell ya himself
It's just a suckers bet
Poor Eddie, I guess now you know
You can fix her car but
You can't fix her soul
It's Hard To Get A Stripper Off The Pole
Hey Eddie, can't forget that Ho
He gave her his heart but
She took his soul
It's Hard to Get A Stripper Off The Pole |
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RS Cain |
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RS Cain |
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5.5MB |
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Everywhere I go everyone is all stressed out....
Here's what I got to say about it..... |
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Can't make a claim to be ambitious
That just never was my style
I'm too laid back to be seditious
The NSA ain't interested in my files
Cause I'm Chillin
Chillin from the inside out
Chillin
Chillin from the inside out
Every day brings consequences
Of things we do just gettin by
But I believe in mendin fences
Ain't got time for no eye for an eye
Cause I'm chillin
BRIDGE:
There's no time to fuss and cry
Or to search for reasons why
Just don't worry let it slide
We've got all the time we need
Satisfaction's guaranteed
Just back it off a few degrees
If you follow my prescription
This philosophy of bein cool
I think you'll earn a new description
Whatever comes, you play by your own rules
And be chillin |
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| Lyrics Author: |
R.S. Cain |
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| Composer: |
R.S. Cain |
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3.8MB |
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A love song on steroids....A Balco ballad.
My little ZZ tribute.... |
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Wait a minute baby
We got some time before you leave
I said wait a minute baby
We got some time before you leave
I got a thing or two to show you
And some tricks you won't believe
Choke your motor sugar
We got some catchin' up to do
Choke your motor sugar
We got some catchin' up to do
I wanna check your lubrication
And inspect your headlights, too
Slip it into neutral baby
I'll take a peek underneath your hood
If you slip it into neutral baby
I'll take a peek underneath your hood
Take a dipstick to your fluids
And make sure the level's good
Wait a minute baby
We got some time before you leave
I said wait a minute baby
We got some time before you leave
I got a thing or two to show you
And some tricks you won't believe
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| Lyrics Author: |
R.s .cAin |
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| Composer: |
R.S. Cain |
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3.6MB |
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Politicians are some of my favorite animals.....
Like weasels... |
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Poor little Johnny lost his socks
Somewhere in the ten minute box
Next thing you know he’d lost his shoes
Now he’s singin’ the no shoes blues
Thought he could do just what he pleased
Lay down with dogs you get up with fleas
Got no juice, got no clout
Every time he calls the governors out
Out of the loop with nothin’ to do
Poor little Johnny ain’t got a clue
Started strong with a big ’ol bang
Better keep up ‘cause the losers hang
Spendin’ that money like he had a tree
Never spent nothin’ on you or me
His eyes were bright and his blood was blue
Jumped on a jet every week or two
Everywhere he went he had a front row seat
The perks of of the gig were oh so sweet
Now he’s ridin’ coach on the big dog line
Poor little Johnny has lost his mind
Can’t feel good cause a another man’s down
One man’s king is another man’s clown
I ain’t so blind that I can’t see
It could be you or it could be me
Let’s lift our glass and toast the man
Who gave us all those schemes and plans
Maybe have a round or two
Or five or six if those won’t do
Turn him out to the bitter grass
Poor little Johnny his time has passed
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R.S. Cain |
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R.S. Cain |
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2.7MB |
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A song about summer love.
Did you ever run into an old flame just when you both needed some company? |
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I was walkin' on down the street
Tryin' to take my mind from the heat
Im spied a little girl I once knew
I said I'm thirsty, how 'bout you?
She said I'm hot as desert sand
I said let's go find a lemonade stand
We looked around 'till we found a spot
Nice a cool, not too hot
We made lemonade all afternoon
I stirred it up then she licked the spoon
Before we left we made our plans
To meet again at the lemonade stand |
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| Lyrics Author: |
R.S. Cain |
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| Composer: |
R.S. Cain/T.Whaley |
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3.6MB |
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You may interpret this song as you wish...... |
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The infidels are coming,
I hear the rotors beating through the night
No matter what 'ol Bob says
I think the situation's gettin' tight
I was hoping I'd get lucky
And everything would stay completely cool
We'd chill out at the palace
And maybe have a drink out by the pool
I'll miss my morning coffee and a cigarette
The evening sun's reflection off the minaret
But party time is over
And I can't go back to Baghdad anymore
Goodbye to days at Basra
We'd take the girls and throw 'em in the sea
To see if they would come up
Me an' Sean and Chemical Ali
I had the whole world waitin'
To see what oily tricks I had in store
The tables turned on me the night
My uncle came rolling through the door
Now Tommy's coming over, bringing all his friends
He rocks the block with the gifts he sends
But party time is over
And I can't go back to Baghdad anymore
So where are all my allies
Now that this debacle's come to pass
After all we had some good times
That party way up north was just a gas
I did the Oody Coosy
And kept the martyrs hanging from a tree
And now that they've got nothing
They wanna turn and blame it all on me
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| Lyrics Author: |
R.S. Cain |
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R.S. Cain |
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6.8MB |
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