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Thursday, May 27, 2010

TIME TO GET AWAY FROM THOSE FOOLS

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Well, we busted out of class
Had to get away from those fools
We learned more from a 3-minute record, baby
Than we ever learned in school
Tonight I hear the neighborhood drummer sound
I can feel my heart begin to pound
You say you're tired and you just want to close your eyes
And follow your dreams down


Well, we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Like soldiers in the winter's night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender


Well, now young faces grow sad and old
And hearts of fire grow cold
We swore blood brothers against the wind
Now I'm ready to grow young again
And hear your sister's voice calling us home
Across the open yards
Well maybe we'll cut someplace of own
With these drums and these guitars


'Cause we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in the stormy night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender


Now on the street tonight the lights grow dim
The walls of my room are closing in
There's a war outside still raging
You say it ain't ours anymore to win
I want to sleep beneath
Peaceful skies in my lover's bed
With a wide open country in my eyes
And these romantic dreams in my head


Once we made a promise we swore we'd always remember
No retreat, baby, no surrender
Blood brothers in a stormy night
With a vow to defend
No retreat, baby, no surrender

Monday, May 24, 2010

FEVER IN THE FUNK HOUSE NOW


Women think I'm tasty,
but they're always tryin' to waste me
And make me burn the candle right down,
But baby, baby,
I don't need no jewels in my crown.
'Cause all you women is low down gamblers,
Cheatin' like I don't know how,
But baby, I go crazy,
there's fever in the funk house now.
This low down bitchin'
got my poor feet a itchin',
You know you know the duece is still wild.
Baby, I can't stay,
you got to roll me And call me the tumblin' dice.
Always in a hurry, I never stop to worry,
Don't you see the time flashin' by?
Honey, got no money,
I'm all sixes and sevens and nines.
Say now, baby, I'm the rank outsider,
You can be my partner in crime.
But baby, I can't stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin'dice,
Roll me and call me the tumblin' dice.
Oh, my, my, my, I'm the lone craps shooter,
Playin' the field ev'ry night.
Baby, can't stay,
You got to roll me and call me the tumblin' dice.