1. |
Cicada Choir
04:57
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All right
Uh come on
I remember fireworks lighting our universe
Splodin’ by the St. Lawrence Bay
Rockers and their jailbaits, coolers and tailgates
Gathered on a Canada Day
Angie was a wild one, brazen and winsome
Lemonade and chewing gum
Dealing out that lovin’ in spades
With high numbers laid
And we swayed to the blissful strains of a cicada choir
I remember those long warm summer nights
We popped the top and let the lovin’ flow
It's just those long warm summer nights
Oh, I miss ‘em so
Dancing on the beach and getting a sweet tan
Nursing them burns in the PM
You don’t need a jacket when what’s the difference in
Day and night, week and weekend
We can kiss and hold hands ‘neath the band stand
Country roads and trans ams got damp
And with great desire
You laid one on me to the strains of a cicada choir
I remember those long warm summer nights
We rigged our hearts dead-set to explode
It's just those long warm summer nights
Oh, I miss ‘em so
Oh, I miss those long warm summer nights
With our hearts afire
It’s just those long warm summer nights
We got down to the sound of the great cicada choir
And we swayed to the blissful strains of a cicada choir
Long warm summer nights
There was love in the air
Long warm summer nights
It’ll slip through your fingers if you don’t take care
So we hold on to each other
Ooh ooh so tight
So tight
And the strains of the cicada feel so right
And the feeling inside, it gets you so high
Long warm summer nights
We rocked and we swayed ooh ooh to that sweet serenade
Long warm summer nights
And they all sang along to the tune of a thousand strong
Long warm summer nights
Oh, those histrionic strains
Long warm summer nights
And with our hearts afire
We all got laid to that sweet serenade
All hail the great cicada
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2. |
Giv'em Hell
03:57
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Aw yeah hahahaha
Get up ya feet and ball
Rhythm-reelin’ with the alcohol
You haven’t got far to fall if you lose control
Whatcha got left to lose that ain’t dropped on slots and booze
And now you got no excuse not to rock and roll
Well you’re losing your sight, and your pants are too tight, and you’re tired,
And you’re old, and it’s cold, and it’s late
But oh well
Giv’em hell
And with all of your might giv’em hell
Don’t choke, go for broke, and cast a Falkland magical spell
Giv’em hell
With every bone in ya bod giv’em hell
You do what you do what you do and you do it so well
Ah wella-womp-babalu-bam-boom
We’re bringing the devil to you
The liquor pulls you through and then
Just watch that peacock go
Struttin’ and cuttin’ to show
You still got a little ink in the fountain pen
Well the timing ain’t great and your bones all ache
and you’re tired and you’re old and it’s cold and it’s late
But oh well
Giv’em hell
With the fire inside giv’em hell
If she goes tits-up you’ve always got a story to tell
Giv’em hell
With every bone in ya bod giv’em hell
You do what you do what you do, and you do it so well
Haha yeah
Oh so well
So very well
Don’t even give it another thought
Woo you got to strike while the iron is hot
You gotta giv’em hell
Aw louder harder faster than a-ringin’ a bell
Go big or go home
Well your wife’s on your back and she won't give you slack
And you’re tired and you’re old and it’s cold and it’s late
But oh well
Giv'em hell
Now is the time giv’em hell
You gotta strike while the iron is hot you gotta stand and sell
Give em hell
With every bone in ya bod giv’em hell
You do what you do what you do and you do it so well haha
Well you’re losing your sight and your pants are too tight but oh well
You do what you do what you do and you do it so well
Well the timing ain’t great and your bones all ache…
Shut up it’s your turn giv’em hell til they burn
Don’t even give it some thought
Strike while the iron is hot
Go big or go home
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3. |
Real Big Deal
04:19
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Ooh ooh woo woo yeah
Go by the name of a Skeeter O. Neil
You don’t know me from Joe but I’m a pretty big deal
You could say that I’m the real
If you ask with some class for a rip of the flask
Got a stash of the splash in my hip pocket’s grasp
It’ll make you rock make you reel
You don’t know my voice you ain’t heard my song
You got your big city blinders on yeah
Really big deal oh yeah.
Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal
Not to be trifled with spooked or riled
One false move and you’ll be out on the tiles
Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal
Hashing it out kickin’ dust through the Junction
Tryin’ to find out what my major malfunction is
And there’s no service at the Hole
Demolition Man at the Music Hall
Tactile tappin’ on a silver ball yeh
Makes me feel in control
You don’t know my voice you ain’t heard my song
You got your big city blinders on, yeah
Really big deal, oh yeah.
Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal
The loudest damn pipes that you ever did witness
The leather-lunged lad and I’ll show you the business
Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal
Real. Deal. Real. Big. Deal.
Aw come on
Aw yeah hahaha
You don’t know my voice and you ain’t heard my song
You got your big city blinders on
A really big deal oh yeah
Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal
Come a little closer I don’t mean you much harm
It’s a little bit bigger than a baby’s arm
Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal
Real big deal oh yeah
Real. Big. Deal. I’m a real big deal
Real. Big.
A really big deal
With the feel
A-here comes the deal
Ah yeah
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4. |
Die 2Nite
03:49
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You tumble into the place
You look around for my face
I can tell by that worried look
Something’s afoot
Now take look deep deep deep in my eyes
Do I give you the impression that I would lie
Relax baby stay by my side
You ain’t gunna die tonight
I tell you stay away from strangers
Am I screaming in an echo chamber
They won’t catch you, you won’t get caught
Not on my watch
Take a look deep deep deep in your soul
You really think I’d send you back into the cold
Bite your lip baby don’t be bold
I’ll invoke the ghost of Ed Koch
Cuz tonight is our night
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Just dance them blues away
Cuz tonight is our night
And it’s fight or flight
Don’t you cry, you’re gunna die
But you ain’t gunna die tonight
Not on my watch
I’m putting out an APB
From the Catskills to downtown NYC
If you see the Turnbull AC’s
You let Daddy know
Now take a look deep deep deep in my eyes
I know the funky difference ‘tween truth and lies
Start talkin’ or reach for the skies
If there’s anything I should know
Cuz tonight is our night
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Just dance them blues away
Cuz tonight is our night
And it’s fight or flight
Don’t you cry you’re gunna die
But you ain’t gunna die tonight
You won’t get caught
You’re much too hot
Not on my watch ooh
Tonight is our night
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Just dance them blues away
Cuz tonight is our night
And it’s fight or flight
Don’t you cry just wipe the tears from your eyes
Tonight is our night
Don’t let the bastards grind you down
Just dance them blues away
Cuz tonight is our night
And it’s fight or flight
Don’t you cry you’re gunna die yeah
But you ain’t gunna die tonight
no no no oh tonight waw tonight
You ain’t gunna die tonight
No no yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ee yeah
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5. |
That X Factor
05:07
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Woo woo yeh
Oh yeah
And you always got time to burn
yeah that’s right
And you make my chemistry churn yeah
Ah You got no shame you bring a curious pain
I can’t explain no
That’s why we keep you around
And in the end it all comes down to you
You got that thing, that x factor
You put the x in the sex much faster
You’re a dynamo
In the sack you the master
You got m-m-m-moves
And that’s the x factor in you
Aw, that’s what I’m talkin’ about every day
Oh I’m a man and I cannot lie
Dat ass a apple in it’s daddy’s eye
You’re like a quiet thunder rumbling through my soul
Woo a slow lightning fighting into my very core, yeah
Don’t want a piece of you I want it all
You got that thing that x factor
Built like a dam can’t get much past ya
You’re a dynamo
In the sack you’re the master
You got m-m-m-moves
And that’s the x factor in you
Aw that’s what I’m talkin about every day with my friends
In you, aw you, in you, yeh
Oh yeah
Like a star you’re brilliant
one in a million two
You got that thing, that x factor
You put the x in the sex much faster
You’re a dynamo
In the sack you the master
You got that uh uh uh ow
that x factor
That red hot stock that’s so sought after
You’re a dynamo
In the sack you the master
You got m-m-m-moves
And that’s the x factor
Can’t get much past ya
You’re so so sought after
That’s the x factor in you
oh
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6. |
We Have Ways
04:33
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Achtung Diebe!
Now your mine behind enemy lines
And you’re resistant to my evil designs
Like a tombstone stands defiant in time
Petrified, your arms are crossed just like the body inside
You don’t know you don’t care
Sweatin’ under the spotlight’s glare
You won’t spill you can’t talk
But we have ways of making you rock
Of making you rock
How ‘bout a little splash of truth serum?
Nothing sparks a party like electric shock
So sit down strap-in and chew on the block yeah
You’ll come around to it I give you my word
Sonic co-ersion makes you sing like a bird
Dead quiet ‘stead of raising some hell
Roll a twelve you thrashionistas should get over yourselves
You don’t sing but you should
There’s no feeling like feeling good
You can’t fake you can’t balk
But we have ways of making you rock
Non-stop
Let me show you my diabolical device
You’ll have a blast whether you like it or not
Before you know it you’ll be movin’
Rockin’ out on the spot yeah
We have ways of making you rock
We have ways of rockin’ out on the spot
We have ways of making you rock
I’m talking we’ve got evil ways for days
We have ways of making you rock
Come chase the wild white buffalo
Follow it into the great unknown
Eye to eye if you should meet
Do you know would you slay the beast
Or let it go?
Do you know?
Achtung diebe!
We have ways of making you rock
Oh, yeah
We have ways of making you rock
So many ways
We have ways of making you rock
Non-stop
We have ways of making you rock
Aw, oh yeah
We have ways woo-woo of making you rock
We have ways ah ah ah non-stop
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7. |
Feels Good (Do It)
04:28
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There you are, honey
Shy girl wanna dance the floor
Show what you got and a little more
Yeah you
Little honey wanna move your hips
Wink at the cute boys and perse your lips
Well this all I have to say about that
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
There ain’t no harm in settin’ off some alarms baybay now
If it feels good do it tonight
alright
Proud mama won’t take the chance
Make the first move and ask me to dance
I wanna dance with you baby, c’mon
Ain’t gunna happen ‘less you take a stand
I’m a little busy up here with this mic in my hands
You better make yourself seen
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
This restaurant is cookin’ just what you want dig in now
If it feels good do it tonight
ah yeah
Ow ow
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
What you desire just make it transpire come on now
If it feels good do it tonight
C’mere babe put your hands on me
It’s just lust it happens naturally
It’s all natural baby
Your momma ain’t here to call you a whore
I play for keeps what is you waiting for?
As you wish whatever you desire
As you wish whatever you desire
As you wish whatever you desire
As you wish whatever you desire
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
If it feels good do it
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8. |
Countach!
03:06
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She’s my whip and I love her
Fast as a mother
Tight around the corners
That ain’t wrong
She’s my whip and I date her
Accelerator
I’m the one who drives her
Proud and strong all night long
Woah she comes alive
With a flick of the wrist and some pressure below
The needle starts to climb
Woah when I’m inside
Cross my heart hope to crash
Bit of a bomb but she’s my Lambo
Countach! Eat my dust
She’s my whip and she fast
Nitro blast
Gets all revved up when i pop her clutch
Jump into a higher gear
She’s my whip and I need her
She does right by Skeeter
Horns up hammer down
Sing that song on and on
Woah she starts to smoke
Got a few kliks but she’s sure as shift
No broke down bucket of bolts
Woah she’s all mine
Lets get to it way she goes
Built like a Buick but she’s my Lambo
And when I call she comes too fast
Woah white-knuckle love
Goes top speed at the drop of a dime
It’s what I’m dreaming of
Woah buckle up
Here’s the skinny she’s in fash
She ain’t no ‘ghini but she’s my Lambo
Countach! And I’m a I’m a
Too fast. Eat my dust
My, Countach! I’m coming I’m coming
Too fast. Eat my dust
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9. |
High Times
04:21
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Did the wind change direction on us
Will we drift until the dawn
There’s a whole wide world to verge upon
That’s right
Well you promised me
That the veil would fall proving once and for last
It’s all fine and innocent
You don’t need to hide what’s been burning inside
Forever, yeah
Cuz these are high times
Yeah the high times are coming on strong
These are high times that we’re living in
If this town’s gunna burn me out
Well it’s this jungle or the next
What’s this nature boy to do
Well I guess I win
And I’m on my way to claim my prize
There’s cause for celebration because
The world must see and let you and me be
Together yeah
Cuz these are high times
Yeah the high times are coming on strong
These are high times that we’re living in
And I’m so damn happy
That the high times
Oh the high times are here for us to burn
So happy high times are here again
Crashing in like waves of reason
Cashing in on promises of yesterseason
And summer is coming baby now
Oh summertime nears
Seems right things are looking brighter and there’s
More light earlier than later because
Summer is coming
Summer is coming baby
Whatcha gunna do now that summer is finally here
Ha
Cuz these are high times
Yeah the high times are coming on strong
These are high times that we’re living in
And I’m so damn happy
That the high times
Yeah
High Times are alive and they’re here again
High Times gettin’ high high high yeah
High times that we’re living in
Whatcha gunna do, baby
Now that summer is finally here, yeah
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10. |
Swingin' the Ledd
07:48
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I’d choose you
But how many pieces have I got left to lose
You would do
Twice as good with half as much
Twice the grab with half the touch
You’re playing it cool
The road is long with many twists and turns
You’re gunna learn
It’s too soon
You’ve got some living to do
Don’t wanna bother you
But I’m loving you
I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd
Just swingin’ the ledd with you
I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd
Just swingin’ the ledd
You’re an old soul
But your body young and soft
and often unadorned
You’re young and bold
Sending French postcards to the whole world
Silly girl
It’s down to youth
You miss the wave and fail to breach
When you overreach
Though I need you through and through
There ain’t nothing to see
Just leave me be
Basking in my heliolatry
I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd
Just swingin’ the ledd with you
I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd
Just swingin’ the ledd with you
I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd
I ain’t just pullin’ yer chain
Laid back just soakin’ it up
In the sunshine of your love
I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd
I ain’t got time for no games
Layin’ back just soakin’ you in
And feeling no pain
I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd
Just swingin’ the ledd with you
I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd
Just swingin’ the ledd with you
I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd
I ain’t just pullin’ yer chain
Laid back just soakin’ you up
In the sunshine of your love
I ain’t just swingin’ the ledd
I ain’t got time for no games
Layin’ back just soakin’ you in
And feeling no pain
But how many pieces have I got left to lose
You old soul
Ooh but your body
Your body oh
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