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The Flood
03:05
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Well you see my lady, she ain't no little girl.
I've got her seas in my Dexters,
and all she do is sterling whirl.
Through this ocean's floor,
She'll be breaking down your door.
Family stays in a way we'll be dusting our brooms,
Why love the air you breath,
it's almost up two Jacksons.
When the flood comes in,
it's talking razors with a gun in it's grin.
It's bending metal only with its' spin.
When we ask Mama why?
She spits out a pin.
Oh she looks back at him
and spits our her dirty little sin.
The florist and the repo,
catch a cold through a dirty tube,
Oh we need more lube,
plus some blood and La etude.
Oh mothers little baby ain't such an animal.
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Abraham A.D.
03:53
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Abraham, Plant your seed in the ground.
Abraham, better listen when you hear the sound.
Tell me Abraham, which do you prefer?
The Sheep or the son, the sheep or the son.
Hey old man, can you hear the voice is calling down.
Hey old man, its like sirens singing, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Tell me Abraham, which do you prefer?
The sheep or the son,
The sheep or the son,
The sheep or the son,
The sheep or the son.
come on and listen, listen now.
Do you hear it? It's calling down.
Abraham make the choice,
when you hear the only voice singing,
oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh oh.
singing oh, oh oh oh. oh, oh, oh, oh.
The sheep or the son,
The sheep or the son.
(Go on and tell me Abraham)
The sheep or the son.
(Now which do you prefer?)
The sheep or the son.
Now can yo hear the word,
it's calling down.
Can you feel the world, its' spinning round.
When you make the choice,
The only voice, the only sound.
(Screams!!)
The sheep or the son,
The sheep or the son,
The sheep or the son,
The sheep or the son.
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River Stomp
02:46
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Pick me up, Let me down,
fill my cup before the river droughts
oh and don't think a second
that you can't bleed.
when the desert wind
blows its last good seed
Right under the red horse riding,
under a big black sun.
And though I'm fighting
it sure ain't fun.
I'm throwing down, down, down
with a Hitchcock frown.
Under a blue moon rising till I'm underground.
Pick me up, let me down.
Well I put you out when I come to town
oh and I ain't a second man to you.
No don't you worry,
no don't don't you worry
I know what you're going through!
And I'm on the red horse riding,
under a big black sun.
And though I'm fighting
it sure ain't fun.
I'm throwing down, down, down
with a Hitchcock frown.
Under a blue moon rising till I'm underground.
I know I'm a hard man to love
but, if you got it in ya.
I could be the only one
with just a lift of my finger.
Pick me, up
don't let me down
Just fill my cup before the river droughts.
till I, till I, till I'm under ground
Before the river, oh!
Hey now, don't you worry
no don't, don't you worry.
don't you worry, no don't, don't you worry,
Don't you worry, no don't, don't you worry
no hey now!
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Audible
03:28
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A breath of fresh air,
No I just want to lay in your hair.
No my creativity helps me see,
What seems to be standing right in front of me,
I see you.
Ooh, I'll tell ya somethings.
whether the majority is first hand.
No this negativity is lighting me on fire,
well I fear and I hear its all from desire.
Oh It's true.
Hey you, can you hear me,
now can you hear me,
yoo hoo, am I audible to you.
can you hear me now can can you hear me now.
Yoo hoo, Am I audible!
A breath of fresh air,
No I just want to lay in your hair.
Oh my creativity helps me see,
What seems to be standing right in front of me,
I see you.
Hey you, can you hear me,
now can you hear me,
yoo hoo, am I audible to you.
can you hear me now can can you hear me now.
Yoo hoo, am I audible to you.
Hey you,
can you hear me now can can you hear me now.
Yoo hoo, Am I audible!
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Dirty
03:43
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Well I’m Dirty in the eyes of a holy priest,
He say don’t you tempt that beast.
Or it will turn you sin.
Towards the innocence son,
you must walk out and not in.
Chorus: I say you didn’t raise me priest!
You ain’t nothin but a child, not even a man!
your face is green and your mind is black,
Brotha watch yo back! Go ahead,
Build your tower over me,
I’ll be cutting it down, you see?
I’ll turn my hand to the baron
before I listen to you Aaron!
Na na na na na
How bout that Rita, she was your care!
With all your righteous vision,
you gave her to the glare.
Now theres a life at hand,
Worship the game and not the band!
No I won’t tell you, how to be
so don’t be preaching on down at me.
No I shan't say it instigator, you make your move and I’ll make mine later!!
Na, na, na, na na
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6. |
Oh Yes My Love
03:05
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Oh my friend it happened again,
I bet on black and almost fainted despite of it
Some chained down, only I've just changed,
the blinding years ahead will surely do the same.
No its a wordless world, please help me out,
I’d say lets run but heard no one goes with out.
Oh yes my love,
Oh yes my love,
Oh yes my love,
My little dove.
Theres a parade out there of elephants and a bear,
and a sign of a packed thats true.
Oh they're true and so are you,
I’m your honey bear,
Honey bear,
Honey bear.
Oh yes my love,
Oh yes my love
Oh yes my love
my little dove.
Oh yes my love
Oh yes my love
Oh yes my love
my little dove.
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7. |
Take Me Down
03:38
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I had a love,
that took from me,
Some kind of luck
I seem to never get anymore.
Oh anymore, I'm getting sore
So, Take me down to the river
(I'm on my way)
no don’t let me
(Oh live like this)
dive right in
(and I got other plans)
Cause I won't don’t stay down
Just take me down to the river,
no down to the river to die.
I'm getting thin,
and a little cold,
And I still try to think for myself
and nobody else and it's getting old!
Please, Take me down to the river
(I'm on my way)
no don’t let me
(Oh live like this)
dive right in
(and I got other plans)
Cause I won't don’t stay down
Just take me down to the river,
no down to the river to die.
Tears inside a rain drop from a tinsel man
and until I find my castle they’ll be no more rain
Take me down to the river
no don’t let me keep on living
dive right in and don’t stay down
cause its the ice cold river that
makes you question your soul.
My one true hope, is to leave it spinning
please come home and lay with me.
Oh i’m fine alone but I’m better with you
I’m better with you.
By my side, please come home,
Please come home, come home!
Please come home.
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8. |
Soul Man
03:43
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It seems that everything comes down.
While gravity just throws you round.
OH its not the cold that dries my skin,
but rather everything with in.
How does one exist without?
Always living with the count,
of all the bodies laying down.
I'll keep playing the only sound.
Cause its so hard to be a soul man,
when you feel anything thrown into a ring.
And I try to be a whole man
though I'm clearly missing out on that little piece of doubt
and it's a wild kind of role man,
funky kinda slow dance,
child-like romance,
let me be your soul man.
I feel every little word.
You say I'm listening
but you still ain't heard.
girl I mean I need it,
it keeps me whole.
Hitting every inch of my soul.
Its so hard to be a soul man,
when you feel anything thrown into a ring.
And I try to be a whole man
though I'm clearly missing out on that little piece of doubt
and it's a wild kind of role man,
funky kinda slow dance,
child-like romance,
let me be your soul man.
And I got to get out of my own head.
Put all this stuff under my bed.
I'm not proud of the things that I said
but instead, its in my head.
and no wonder you can't seem to make out
all those days you decided to take out,
of your memories when there was no doubt,
when we were whole.
Its so hard to be a soul man,
when you feel anything thrown into a ring.
And I try to be a whole man
though I'm clearly missing out on that little piece of doubt
and it's a wild kind of role man,
funky kinda slow dance,
child-like romance,
let me be your soul man.
I just want to be, your soul man,
Even if its so,
hard to be a soul man,
(Its too hard to be a soul)
when you feel anything thrown into a ring.
And I try to be a whole man
(In a world without girl)
though I'm clearly missing out on that little piece of doubt
and it's a wild kind of role man,
(and I ain't goin nowhere)
funky kinda slow dance,
( cause I got no plans)
child-like romance,
let me be your soul man.
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9. |
Norwegian Knot
04:53
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Norwegian knot tied in my throat,
another love away at sea.
It's not me but it is my task,
and I can't help but cry every time I ask.
Why the flutter?
I can only mutter, your words cut like butter,
In a clicks time you were all mine,
with every tick a moment slips,
I can still feel you on my lips.
On my lips.
It's been gone for far too long,
even if we're wrong, it will make us strong.
She said near every end, there's words I hear,
Like let it go and it will reappear.
Still why the flutter?
I can only mutter, your words cut like butter,
In a clicks time you were all mine,
with every tick a moment slips,
I can still feel you, on my lips.
why the flutter?
I can only mutter, your words cut like butter,
In a clicks time you were all mine,
with every tick a moment slips,
I can still feel you, on my lips.
Norwegian knot, Norwegian knot,
Norwegian knot, Yeah! Norwegian knot.
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10. |
Circles
04:50
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Dark streets are mocking me.
Pulling my chain down.
Down, down down.
Circles around your head,
are pushing up the ground.
Punch out the sound,
But, don't forget hope!
hope!
oh and drastically change will come
While stepping on river air,
there's moonlight in her hair.
Circles around your head,
are pushing up the ground.
Punch out the sound,
But, don't forget hope!
hope!
Circles around your head
punch out the sound cause I'm coming home.
When sorrows your only friend,
and there's no love in the end.
but one sun will show,
when you and your soul might go.
Circles around your head,
are pushing up the ground.
Punch out the sound,
But, don't forget hope!
hope! Hope, Hope!
When sorrows your only friend,
and there's no love in the end.
but one sun will show,
when you and your soul might go.
Circles around your head,
are pushing up the ground.
Punch out the sound,
But, don't forget hope!
hope! Hope, Hope!
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Michael Scott Bates Snohomish, Washington
Michael Scott Bates is a multi-instrumentalist and songwriter from central Oregon. A true old soul, song-writing activist and simply, a freight train of southern rock and blues. There is truly no limit this man won't go to guarantee recording and producing the upmost quality of his music. He is the epitome of a music lover. ... more
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