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Exotic Dancers Wanted
04:20
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'Exotic dancers wanted'
And so she steps inside
'You got it so you flaunt it'
This might be the place to hide
A drunken sailor
With the sunken eyes
Sittin' in the back
Tryin' to figure out why
It's so hard to tell
The dancers from the dance
Different names on different nights:
Candi, Dixie, Annabelle -
Whatever's written in the lights
Whatever thrills the clientele
A sad daddy with a
Bad case of lonely
Checkin' out the field
Maybe find himself a honey
O, he'll tear them apart
The dancers from the dance
He says:
Go stuff your 'Two drink minimum'
I need enough
To cross the spot
From where it's rough
To where it's not
Between the poles, she disappears
Hiding in plain view
It's like a switch: you hear the cheers
And then you're someone new
Freddie in the front row
Not quite yet a man
Got the hots for Dixie
He's drinkin' it all in
Wonders: will I ever get to tell
The dancers from the dance?
Now she's back in combat boots
And watching from the side
Jewel and Star - the new recruits
Have finally hit their stride
Her pockets filled
With dollar bills
Flask of whiskey
And some pills
Hell, she can't even tell
The dancers from the dance
She says:
It brings me somewhere I'm someone
I need these things
To cross the line
From where it stings
to where it's fine
Exotic dancers wanted...
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2. |
Meet Me
03:23
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Meet at that bar you like across the West Side on Eleventh
Meet me at the coffee shop on Lexington and Forty-seventh
I’ll be waiting for you, don’t you worry
I’ll be there before you, if I hurry
Meet me at the library on Leroy Street – you know the place
Meet me half way down the High Line
I can’t wait to see your face
I’ll be waiting for you, don’t you worry
I’ll be there before you, if I hurry
Meet me Uptown, anyplace, anytime – I’ll be there
Meet me Downtown, anyplace, anytime
East Side, West Side, any place you got in mind
Tell me when, tell me where – I’ll be there
Meet at the Empire State, the viewing deck, at three-o-clock
Meet me down in Soho Square – I know a place we can talk
I’ll be waiting for you, don’t you worry
I’ll be there before you, if I hurry
Meet me at the Staten Island ferry – bring your heavy coat
Meet me as the sun goes down
We’ll see Manhattan from the boat
I’ll be waiting for you, don’t you worry
I’ll be there before you, if I hurry
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3. |
Call It What You Will
04:37
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The moon ain't slept a wink
since way back when
She and the sun
aren't seein' eye to eye
Some words he said
The hot head
can't take back again
Things got a little stormy
up in the sky
Call it what you will
They'll be here until
Call it what you will
They'll be here until
Call it what you will
They'll be here until
It's over
The moon is sad and frazzled
She's not the fightin' kind,
She's worn out by his cruel
and fiery ways
'Aloof and cold'
O, that's bold
from Mr. 'Rise And Shine'
She's seen him on his
less than stellar days
Call it what you will
They'll be here until
Call it what you will
They'll be here until
Call it what you will
They'll be here until
It's over
She calls it what it is, a fight
He says: no that's not right
He says it's give and take
She says: For Heaven's sake
You can call it what you will
but I can't wait until
it's over
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4. |
The Assumptions We Make
03:21
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Thought we were headin' out
down the same road
to a shared destination
but you never showed
I stood in the doorway
Many hours for the sake
of the assumptions we make
I held on for dear life
To a stub with your name:
One-way, New York City
but you never came
It took all of the evening
to admit my mistake
Oh... assumptions we make
And it crosses my mind
that the future may find
you bewildered
At a different gate
and waitin’ with dreams of your own
and you won't understand
how meticulous plans
come to nothing
how assumptions are made
and now you must go on alone
I can't help but wonder
what was to blame
For that cold Kansas evenin'
When you never came
here's to the journey
That was not ours to take
O the assumptions we make
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Here come the tracer flares
Catchin' me unawares
Workin' on my protest song
Here comes the sniper fire
Bullets whistlin' in the air
I'm workin' on my song
Here come the Tommy guns
Like someone's bangin' on the drums
I'm workin'. I'm workin'
Here come the angry hordes
And me with my gypsy chords
Workin' on my song
A few more hours
And then I'll take my banjo out
I'm gettin' my mojo back
Mark my words
I'll show them what it's all about
I'll stop them in their tracks
Here come the silent drones
Got a feelin' in my bones
Workin' on my protest song
Here come the spears and shells
Strikin' the cathedral bells
I'm workin' on my song
Here come the poisoned arrows
Shootin' holes in my piano
I'm workin'. I'm workin'
Here come the mushroom clouds
That's enough - for cryin' out loud
I'm workin' on my song
A few more hours
And then I'll take my banjo out
I'm gettin' my mojo back
Mark my words
I'll show them what it's all about
I'll stop them in their tracks
What's that I hear you say?
A song ain't never changed the way
History marches on
Until that is proven
I shall not be moved
I'm workin' on my protest song
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At the foot of Union Hill
Stands the Keystone Bar and Grill
I had some time to kill
Figured I'd have one
In the half-light afternoon
In the dim of the saloon
a voice began to boom
I heard this song:
You can't get drunk on only one drink
A bird never flew on just one wing
A cup of tea won't make you sing
And a bird never flew on just one wing
I could tell it was us three
Him, the bartender and me
and no's one drinkin' tea
that's for sure
“Give that man a beer”
called out the balladeer
“It looks like he's come here
for a cure.”
You can't get drunk on only one drink
A bird never flew on just one wing
A cup of tea won't make you sing
And a bird never flew on just one wing
And high above the river
a bird is turning circles
High above Union Hill
A bird flies on one wing
I had one and then one more
Killed an hour or maybe four
The barkeep's heavy pour
never slowed
And so - long story short -
To add to my report
It ends right where it starts:
One for the road
You can't get drunk on only one drink
A bird never flew on just one wing
A cup of tea won't make you sing
And a bird never flew on just one wing
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7. |
Weight Of The World
02:31
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Clock tells me it's three o three
And I been lyin' here, prayin' I'd see
the daylight
They say time is distance over speed
I'm not goin' as far as fast as I need
tonight
I'm carrying the weight
ferrying the freight
Carrying the weight
of the world
what I want is a sweet lullaby
whispered nothings leadin' up to some shuteye
that's right
I'm just a goddamned Little Bo Peep
tossing and turning and counting sheep
all night
carrying the weight of this lonesome planet
Since you been gone
Ferrying the freight of everyone on it
For far too long
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8. |
Stella
02:36
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Stella
I tell ya
the moment that
I fell for ya
You were dancin'
slowly
round the room
Stella
Hell ya
I came outta' my shell for ya
Now you see
I am dancin' too
Feelin' light on my feet 'round ya, Stella
Maybe we can find the beat together
One step away, Stella
What do you say, Stella
Take my hand and lead me there where you are...
Stella
Stella
What is it compels me
So I go about
Singin' out
your name
Stella
Hell ya
What kinda spell did ya
Put on me
So easily
I'm in your hands
Stella, can't you see
Stella dance
with me
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9. |
My Double And I
02:58
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My double and I rarely meet
When we do it’s a touchy matter
We both try to cross the street
Neither one of us is flattered
He’s looks so sad I feel bad
‘Cause I must look the same
People say the only difference is our names
My double and I rarely talk
Most times I don’t care to
He makes fun of the way I walk
He cuts his hair like I do
Friends of mine say friends of his say
he says that we’re friends
How can I bring this madness to an end
This cosmic double-cross is too much for me
I’ll be friends over my dead body
I don’t want to sound like a big baby
But I think there should only be one of me
Then there was this girl who’d seen us
She ended up in therapy
When I made her choose between us
She said he pretended he was me
I and she and he and me
The imposter will pay for this
He’ll think twice again before he steals a kiss
My double and I rarely speak
That’s small talk I don’t need to make
But just about every other week
He calls my number by mistake
He says I’m the one who has all the fun
And causes all the trouble
And sometimes he wishes he was the other double
This cosmic double-cross is a travesty
He can be me over my dead body
I don’t want to sound like a big baby
But I think there should only be one of me
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10. |
Material For The Blues
03:07
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I keep hearing ‘bout a woman’s touch
What this place needs, this place sure could use
I hang my head, already got too much
Material for the blues
Don’t need no one to keep me warm
A spark to fade, a love to lose
Solitude works like a charm
Material for the blues
Icicles were dripping on the porch
I heard them crack when you slammed the door
Each day with you
Has added to
My repertoire
Loneliness - it never kills
There are no marks, you see no bruise
My world's a silent house filled
With material for the blues
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11. |
O Brother
03:58
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She said: I'll remember this
Once in a while forever
Lordy me, that was some kinda kiss
O brother
She said your place or mine
I wanna take this further
Won't you be my Valentine?
O brother
O brother
She said: this must be fate
We're so right for each other
I said: it's kinda' gettin' late
O brother
O brother
She said why dontcha' squeeze in close
My devoted lover
How could I tell her Adios
O brother
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12. |
Old Soldiers
02:45
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Old soldiers never die
They fade away
It's written in their DNA
No need to ask me why
Old soldiers never die.
Old soldiers never die
it must be
All the camaraderie
Why you wanna' ask me why
Old soldiers never die?
Old soldiers on old horses
On faded trails of chivalry
Bold soldiers, of course if
Somebody says:
Be ready at the count of three
They'll be ready at the count of three
Old soldiers never die
Immortality
Is bein' in the cavalry
Under a clear blue sky
They ride in service of the cause
old soldiers of the prairie wars
Old soldiers never die
They fade away, that's why
Old soldiers never die
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BobBradshawMusic Boston, Massachusetts
Irish-born, Boston-based Bob Bradshaw has been exploring many facets of Americana music in the thirty years he’s lived in the States – from the Texas singer-songwriters he strives to emulate to the high-energy roots-rock he plays in bar bands any night of the week. He has lived in New York City and in San Francisco, where his rock band ‘Resident Aliens’ was a fixture during the 90’s. ... more
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