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Runnin' Down the Voodoo
04:23
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I was scapin' for the exit
An' she was hangin' on the door
Destined for the pavement
But I could not find the floor
I was runnin' down the voodoo
Droppin' in on the grapevine
Gypsy soul has got me
Till the day I die
She was diggin' for a way in
I was diggin' her as well
Lessons to the wicked
She said, "Get out an' go to hell boy"
Runnin' down the voodoo
I was droppin' in on the grapevine
When this gypsy soul has got me
Till the day I die
I was the wicked man
All bruise an' stain
Nothin' from nothin' baby
Mus' be somethin' in the grain
Ossified, splifficated
I was the wicked man
All bruise an' stain
Nothin' from nothin' baby
Mus' be somethin' in the grain
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2. |
Give It Up
04:00
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Got jones for a gypsy soul
Like a slave without a chain
Got to roll with a heart of stone
All the way down to my grave
An' then I give it up
Said I give it up
Come on, give it up
Give it up
Got a cage for the demon seed
An' got the key right in your hand
Got a page for the book of dream
I got it all right in my head
Give it up
I said, give it up
Come on now, give it up
Said, give it up
Caught a drift, you got a lift
An' you still don't understand
You caught a drift and you got a lift
But you still don't understand
You gotta give it up
Don't tell anybody
Give it up
They gotta find out for themselves
Give it up
Let the blind lead the blind
Give it up
Don't tell anybody
Give it up
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Meeting on the fire escape
She was just in from L.A.
Sending out an S.O.S.
Won't somebody come an' light the way
Just like med'cine in the cut
Just like justice comin' up
Just like liquid to the dry
Run like lovers in the night
Blazin' on the fire escape
Burnin' down the walls
Rolling stone she come rolling home
An' the she roll on down the hall
Just like med'cine in the cut
Just like justice comin' up
Just like liquid to the dry
Gonna run like lovers in the night sky
Greetings from the stratosphere
Beyond this bold new frontier
Blessings to the blessed be
Peace an' love supreme
Just like med'cine in the cut
Just like justice comin' up
Just like liquid to the dry
Just like lovers in the night
Just like rosin to the bow
Just like above without below
Just like Tupac to Shakur, yea
This brother's got the cure
Meeting on the fire escape
She was just in from L.A.
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4. |
Tears
05:10
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I got a feelin'
Love just can't give anymore
I got a reason
But I ain't been keeping score
There comes a time
True love's a crime
An' everybody cross
To some other shore line
Tears on my shoulder
She cried, she cried
Ride on
Ride on through the night
Ride on
Everything gonna be alright
Drive on
Goin' to a new horizon
Ride on
Come on baby
Let's take a spin
I heard the word
An' hid it under lock an' key
And I cut the cord
But I musta drop the beat
There comes a sign
And in walks a dime
Everybody cross
To the stratus divine
Tears on my shoulder
She cried, she cried
Ride on
Ride on through the night
Ride on
Everything gonna be alright
Drive on
To a brand new horizon
Ride on
Come on baby
Let's take a spin
Tears, tears
Tears on my shoulder
Ride on
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5. |
New Religion
03:59
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Got them a new religion
It's called, baby, everything's alright
On the way ya stone me baby
Make it so hard to get by
Got them an inkantashen
It's called, baby, everything in sight
On the way ya stone me baby
Make it so hard to get by
Got them a new religion
It's called, baby, everything's alright
Stay out of the daylight
Get in on the kick
Surf the waves of chaos
Live life on the wick
On the way ya stone me baby
Make it so hard to get by
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6. |
California Suites
04:48
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Slip into the darkness
Slip into the darkness of your soul
Slip into the darkness
Slip into the darkness of your soul
One love, we are
One love, all we are, we are
Step into the temple
Step into the temple an' yer good to go
Step into the temple
Step into the temple an' yer good to go
One love, we are
One love, all we are, we are
Slip into the darkness
Slip into the darkness of your soul
Slip into the darkness
Slip into the darkness of your soul
California Suites
West Coast treats
Long Beach
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7. |
Headlines
04:44
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Headlines for the blind, I swear
Deadlines for the time impaired
Red lines for the great divide
Last rights rain down inside
Time flies in the promise land
Time flies in the promise land
Bread lines for the working man
Life lines for the upper hand
Back doors for the well inclined
Have yours, keep your hands off mine
Time flies in the promise land
Time flies in the promise land
Bullshit talks
And money walks on water
In the promise land
Bullshit talks
And money walks on water
In the promise land
Just a little more
Just a little more
Just a little more
That's all they want
Just a little more
Just a little more
Just a little more
Till they got it all
Time flies in the promise land
Time flies in the promise land
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8. |
Sedate the Kids
03:45
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She got the big medicine
She got the root
She got the business
Baby, said she gotta move
She got the look expensive
An' she got the bruise
She got the given baby, but
She much rather lose
Just Louise on the breeze
Sedate the kids
Sedate th' goods
Sedate the struggle, baby
Said she make it work
Shut down a light
Shut down snap
She gave it matter
Baby, now she Cadillac
It's just Louise on the breeze
She got me down on beggin' knee
She my sweet cream cheese Louise
It's just Louise on the breeze
She got me down on beggin' knee
I said my sweet cream cheese Louise
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9. |
Penny Roll
05:13
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Ever felt like acid, tripped on a window pane?
Hard to believe in all the numbness comin' down
Hard to get out of the way
Hard to believe in all the troubles come around
Hard to get in on some shade
Do what cha told
Sell yer soul
For the penny roll
Hard to believe in all the cinematic spin
Hard to get out of the doom
Hard to believe in all the plastic, static jizz
Hard to get in on the groove
Do what cha told
Sell yer soul
For the penny roll
Hard to believe in all the ig'nance to the bone
Hard to get out of the dread
Hard to believe in all the systematic drone
I just wanna get in on some zen
Do what cha told
Go on, sell yer soul
For the penny roll
Brother, can you spare a dime?
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10. |
Jamandu
07:13
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Sympathy, just a word to the wise
Sympathy, blood on the rise again
Sympathy is like a bird on a wire
Sympathy, get ya hung on a line
Driftin' in, an' driftin' out
Twisted in an' twisted out
I said chemical in, chemical out
Drip it in, trip it out
Sympathy on a bar room stall
Sympathy, they got a number to call
Sympathy, ya gotta let it ring, you gotta bee that sting
Sympathy, no sympathy
Driftin' in, an' driftin' out
Twisted in an' twisted out
I said chemical in, get cha chemical out
Drip it in, trip it out
Jamandu
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11. |
Ev'ry Day
06:16
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Do you know just where to run?
Do you know just when it come?
Have you seen beyond the face?
Evil grows, you say grace
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day, ev'ry day
Ev'ry damn day
An' ev'ry damn way
Do you know just when to fall?
Do you know just where to crawl?
Have you seen beyond the tears?
Liquid lies, lysergic fears
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day, ev'ry day
Ev'ry damn day
An' ev'ry damn way
Lovers run, never chase
Lovers run, never chase
Don't contemplate, don't deviate
Lovers run, an' never chase
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day, ev'ry day
Ev'ry damn day
An' ev'ry damn way
Revelator come to make it right
Revelator, revelator
Revelator come to make it right
Ev'ry day, ev'ry day, ev'ry day
Ev'ry damn day
An' ev'ry damn way
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Somebody all standin' in a doorway
Tellin' somebody else
They just gotta get away
Somebody all standin' in a doorway
Tellin' somebody else
O' baby, please, please stay
Somebody give me some room
Somebody drop me in the groove
Somebody all standin' in a doorway
Tellin' somebody else
They just got played, betrayed
Somebody all standin' in a doorway
Tellin' somebody else
O' baby, somebody, somewhere gonna pay
Somebody give me some room
Somebody drop me in the groove
Down on the corner of bedlam and squalor
She ain't shy 'bout the way she loves
Yea, all the neighbors know my name
Down on the corner of bedlam and squalor
Hey brother, before you go
Can ya cop me some?
Oh yea, an' ya owe me a bag of weed
Down on the corner of bedlam and squalor
Somebody give me some room
Somebody drop me in the groove
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13. |
Surfin' the Dirt
03:43
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Surfin', the weak an' blind
Surfin', the chosen kind
Surfin', the greed an' grime
Surfin' the dirt
Surfin' the dirt
Surfin', the rich man lie
Surfin', the poor man buy
Surfin', the truth done die
Surfin' the dirt
Surfin' the dirt
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Alex Betschen Machine Buffalo, New York
Alex Betschen Machine is a Buffalo, NY area progressive rock/jazz fusion band that is always experimenting with new ideas.
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