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Strictly Tabu
04:31
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Sheriff Joe
04:38
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Sheriff Joe's a big bad lawman, was a travel agent man
Before he put his shiny badge on, used to book folks 'cross the land
But the big man wanted more action, ran for office, Hohokam land
The red-faced white man became a cowboy, of his domain of dirt and sand.
Sheriff Joe, Sheriff Joe, tell us how far will you go
With your love of the spotlight and your cheeks all aglow
Sheriff Joe, Sheriff Joe, will your reign ever end
Spreading terror in Maricopa, Apache Junction to Gila Bend
For the crime of coming north, lettuce pickers tossed in jail
Wearin' cartoon convict outfits, for the media to hail
Justice rides now in the back seat, sittin' next to you and me
Least for all in Maricopa with no chance to cop a plea.
Sheriff Joe, Sheriff Joe, tell us how far will you go
With your love of the spotlight and your cheeks all aglow
Sheriff Joe, Sheriff Joe, will your reign ever end
Spreading terror in Maricopa, Apache Junction to Gila Bend
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3. |
Supper Club Magician
04:15
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What fell from his mouth was well salted and frank
His boarding house pass long expired
Three squares and a roof had passed him on by
And his dang dogs were blistered and tired
His last meal was pulled from a storm drain on Main
It could have been someone's old shoe
Shuffling cards, sleight of hand were part of his game
And fervent applause was his due
He was a Supper Club Magician, an illusion technician
Pulled rabbits for coins from the rubes
But his gambling debts drove him right over the hill
Disappearing act final and cruel
He seemed to look older than years fifty five
And to some that just might be true
He'd been flyin' and drinkin' and drivin' and cryin'
For twenty years twisting his screw
He wanted to rise on the ladder of fame
Share the spotlight with Teller and Penn
But pawnshops and racetracks kept calling his name
What might have become never been
He was a Supper Club Magician, an illusion technician
Pulled rabbits for coins from the rubes
But his gambling debts drove him right over the hill
Disappearing act final and cruel
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4. |
Blue Saguaro
04:30
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5. |
Small Motor Repairman
05:17
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He was a small motor repairman before he got the call
At the tender age of sixty painted talking art on all
The material he could find, scraps of cardboard, wood and clay
Houses, sidewalks, signs of bible verses rambling every day
He saw his sister Abby floating high up overhead
That early vision set the stage for a calling that would spread
To people all across the globe and perhaps the other side
He spoke of love and family, gave those who see a ride
With sacred art and rhyme from his prophetic dreams
To Georgia pilgrims flock and swoon to view his peculiar scheme
Five thousand paintings strong by the former preacher man
Found a voice that spoke to thousands more than any pulpit can
The spirit took in Howard's mind with no visual boundaries
And in his bargain found, to boot, his immortality
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6. |
Leaving Nerja
03:42
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7. |
Pedal Steel Neighbor
04:04
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She found him one morning
In his easy chair
It looked as if he was smiling
It seemed like he had not a care
I'd see him walk by in the mornings
We'd chat about nothing at all
His union suit all ironed neatly
And his cowboy hat standing tall
He played pedal steel in the evenings
He was young at age eighty three
He made playing music seem easy
With roots grounded deep as a tree
He's playing that steel now above us
For all of our loved ones to hear
Spirits waltzing and dancing the two-step
I feel that he is still near
He played pedal steel in the evenings
He was young at age eighty three
He made playing music seem easy
With roots grounded deep as a tree
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8. |
Party Girl
03:31
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Party Girl, party girl, where you goin' tonight?
Party Girl, party girl, with your cheeks so bright
Party Girl, party girl, dressed up to the nines
Party Girl, party girl, looking mighty fine
Heading down a country road secluded rendezvous
Pitch black night no shadows cast an undisclosed taboo
Party Girl, party girl, where you goin' tonight?
Party Girl, party girl, with your cheeks so bright
Party boy, party boy, stranger with no name
Party boy, party boy, out to play the game
Party boy, party boy, made a secret date
Party boy, party boy, a téte-a-téte with fate
His fever's been a burnin' young men have their needs
Wants to see a party girl out by the river reeds
Party boy, party boy, stranger with no name
Party boy, party boy, out to play the game
Party Girl, party girl, where did you go to?
Party Girl, party girl, whole town's looking' for you
Party Girl, party girl, she's been gone a week
Party Girl, party girl, car found in the creek
Teddy on her pillow posters taped up on her wall
Mom fretting' in the kitchen, Dad's not home at all
Party Girl, party girl, where you goin' tonight?
Party Girl, party girl, with your cheeks so bright
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9. |
Flea Circus
04:29
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10. |
Tin Foil Hats
05:03
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We are all wearing our tin foil hats to protect our liberty
When we are wearing our tin foil hats
We'll be free, don't you agree?
We're free, don't you agree?
We are all wearing our tin foil hats you can wear one, too
We are all wearing our tin foil hats
'Cause they're watching me and you
They're watching me and you
We are all wearing our tin foil hats deflect rays aimed at our minds
We are all wearing our tin foil hats
We've been given the signs
We've been given the signs
We are all wearing our tin foil hats reynold's wrap wrapping our crown
We are all wearing our tin foil hats
Spread the word town to town
Y'know we ain't fooling' around
We are all wearing our tin foil hats beams rainin' down from the sky
We are all wearing our tin foil hats
Everyone else is a spy
Live in fear 'til the day we die
We are all wearing our tin foil hats to protect our liberty
When we are wearing our tin foil hats
We'll be free, don't you agree?
We're free, don't you agree?
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11. |
Panopticon Waltz
03:17
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The Carnivaleros Tucson, Arizona
My songs contain elements of blues, tango, zydeco, cajun, country, rock, and yes, polka (of course!). I see my songs as mini- movies, novellas put to music. If you are one of Those About To Rock or a firm traditionalist, my music is not for you. “A guaranteed party starter that hails from Tucson but extends its sonic tendrils to New Orleans and Beyond.” – Fred Mills, Blurt Online, 2018 ... more
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