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Hot Mess Express

by Alex Betschen Machine

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Take a burning punk An' that voodoo junk Take a step in line For that hoodoo rite Or take a one hit stick On a boukan trip Raise a wiccan sigh On that hookah ride Hot mess express Out to raise the dead Hot mess express Better mind your head Take your ancient funk An' your token thump Take a slip an' slide On that hard luck jive Or take a one hit stick On a boukan trip Raise a wiccan sigh For that hoodoo ride Hot mess express Out to raise the dead Hot mess express Better mind your head Here she comes, here she comes Don't make eye contact Oh man, what'd you look at her for? Take a burning punk An' some a voodoo junk Hot mess express Take a one hit stick On a boukan trip Hot mess express Hot mess express Hot mess express
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She said the ex is a given But only if it's taken She said it works for a livin' For what she's makin' She's worth more She's worth more She's worth more More than she gives herself She said the wall was a shakin' But she, she just can't make it She said the wall was a shakin' But she, she just can't fake it No more, worth more than that No more, worth more than that No more, more than she gives herself It's your thing Do what ya wanna do I can't tell ya who to sock it to It's your thing Do what you wanna do I ain't gonna be the one, baby Not me, it's your thing She said the world is a sad thing Everything's tattered She said the word goes unspoken Everybody's scattered She said truth is illusion And fate is what we make She said it works for a livin' But she, she just can't fake it No more, much more than that No more, much more than that No more, more than she gives herself An' all I gotta say It's your thing Do what ya wanna do It's your thing I can't tell ya who to sock it to It's your thing, baby Do what you wanna do I ain't gonna be the one It's your thing No, she don't play games Trust me She walk away With the walk, she walk, yeah You know the one Tosses her hair With a backward glance She gotta see If she got your eye You think you in, lover? She gonna have you for supper Trust me She don't play games Oh, yea, and the ex is a given
3.
When the sun turns out a light And the night drags on alone When the sane go out for strange An' the chase gone out of phase On the wind of change On the wind of change Caught a breeze On the wind of change When the stars burn out a light And the night drags on an' on Till the scars tear open wide Dig the blade on down the bone On the wind of change On the wind of change Caught a breeze On the wind of change On the wind of change On the wind of change Caught a breeze On the wind of change Outside on the window pane I do believe I've seen the light of day But ain't it strange how the weather change? Ain't it strange how the weather change?
4.
Was a wicked man Turn a blessed seed Into devil creed With a dose of kerosene Was a wicked man Was a wicked man Run on dirt and hate Done up in Christ face Come on so sugar sweet Was a wicked man Out on that righteous breeze He keep truth down in the deep freeze Come on drink that big brother tea Down on beggin' knee Was a wicked man Was a wicked man Was a wicked man
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If I told you That it would be wrong Would you still say yes? And if I told you We'd be gone far too long Would you still be my guest? Grain of sand, child What become do start at one Take my hand, try Can will be forever one? If I told you It'd be one an' done Just one and done Would you still feel blessed? I know I would And if I told you We'd be gone far too long Would you still be my guest? Grain of sand, child What become do start at one Take my hand, try Can will be forever one? Give it all up for you, babe Give it all up for you, I would Give it all up for you, baby Give it all up for you, I could Give it all up for you, babe Give it all up for you Give it all up for you, babe Give it all up for you
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Too much too little love Too much to move Too much too little love Too much to lose Too much too little truth Too much to move Too much too little truth An' far too much to prove And if she came right out And said it cold Would it help you to see the light? If she came right out And she let it go Could you leave it all behind? Too much too little love Too much too little love One such a little step To such a blessed groove One such a little step One blessed groove But then Too much too little love Too much to move Too much too little love An' far too much to lose And if she came right out And set it free Could you sever all the chain? If she came right out And let it burn Could you cover all the blame? One such a little step One such a little step One such a little step Such a blessed groove One step Baby steps Too much too little love
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Don't want no true confession Don't want your string Don't need no blues confessor Don't need no soul conviction Don't want your everything Don't need to be no cold eviction Jus' wanna be Wanna be Jus' wanna be your Dirty little obsession Your obsession, yeah Don't want no sacrifice And I certainly don't want your love No, I don't I don't need no alibis Yea, I don't want no, want no hard addiction Yea, and you can keep your drug Don't need no cheap affection Jus' wanna be Wanna be Jus' wanna be your Dirty little obsession Your obsession, yeah Dirty little obsession Dirty little obsession

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The debut album from the Alex Betschen Machine, Hot Mess Express, features eight original songs spanning from energetic funk rockers to Pink Floyd inspired progressive rock.

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released November 14, 2015

Jay Bania: Bass
Aaron Smith: Trumpet/Flugelhorn/Piano
Joey Scinta: Guitar
Alex Betschen: Drums
Josh Gulas: Baritone Sax
Eddie Schmidt: Vocals

Recorded by Fred Betschen at Mark Studios, Clarence, NY
Produced by Fred Betschen and the Alex Betschen Machine
Layout Design by Anthony Melice Artwork
Photographs by T. Lee Kindy

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Alex Betschen Machine is a Buffalo, NY area progressive rock/jazz fusion band that is always experimenting with new ideas.

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