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Hobbies
04:01
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HOBBIES
When you're juiced up and you're mumbling
Your feet drag across the floor
Hear you tracking smack all behind my back
You know I just can't take it – take it anymore
Well I guess I make a living
but all my time to unwind I'm dead
No it don't make sense but it pays the rent
Patron say budget better your money come and it went
Can I suggest that you pick up a hobby?
Maybe walk read or work from you rhome
I bust a fuss if I must see you you flashing your lust
She say you can't do better so you're better off on your own
I can't seem to get along with you baby
No matter what I do there's something wrong
When the evening comes and I'd rather be alone
Stay all night watch the sun
You see me turn and run
Thought you'd walk and bottle up all my thunder
we don't se you smile anymore
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2. |
2 Much 2 Do
02:55
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Daniel got delivered to the house down the street
By John the Revelator and half the British fleet
He walks into the room where it's starting to sleet
The carpets start to crawl the walls are on the creep
2 Much 2 Do
Everybody's making 37 bottles of wine
Commander of the fleet – he wants to know the time
But serenaders lost somewhere in Viet-nine
Won't make it til tomorrow so she eats a bowl of slime.
2 Much 2 Do
Hocus Pocus cannot focus, bicycle injury
Introduces himself to all present as Company T
Holly climbs up in the wall to avoid calamity
That's being leveled on Dan & John for diggin up her tree.
2 Much 2 Do
Well by now Donny is freaking & pages the doc on call
Who has a dozen phone books strapped upon the wall
He comes crashing through the window like a wayward wrecking ball
But there's not much he can do for Dan – he's only two feet tall
2 Much 2 Do
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Flood
03:50
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Flooded down in Houston
Flooded New Orleans
Saw a man kill a man
Over some gasoline.
Cow up on a gray house floating by.
Tonight we made it out
and I don't know why .
Hear that river flowing
That's all my misery
Hear that river flowing
Your Lord's sympathy
Not gone waste no more of my precious time
Cuz I got my Rider damn right is she fine
Flooded down in Houston
Flooded in New Orleans
Watch the river rising
Come in like a war machine.
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4. |
Frail Old Bones
05:03
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FRAIL OLD BONES
Bathed in light, leave all you know behind cause lord knows I don’t wanna go.
Your eyes and lips every part of you, they all disappear like dew.
These frail old bones won’t leave me alone and I ain’t much for conversation.
These frail old bones won’t let me roam and all I know is temptation.
Your footfalls at my door and that ain’t what I bargained for no I ain’t out to talk to satan.
A hold so tight, all that time and that ain’t something you can run from.
And these frail old bones better send me along there ain’t no time for hesitation.
And these frail old bones better send me back home, they got their finger on the trigger
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5. |
Passenger
04:15
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I couldn't tell you who was flying the plane
drive the ghost train -
Up all night to get off
The life you know is flying through space
it's a hell of a race - ah -
gone with no trace at all
It's never a kind of election
they know what's gonna happen to you
you don't have a choice in the matter
you think you're a pilot but you're just a passenger
You gave an inch - they took a mile
Was it worth your while -
don't let em see you crawl.
All of the people they just smile in your face -
they're stabbing your back,
smoking crack
in another fucking place.
it's never a kind of election
we know what's gonna happen to you
you don't have a choice in the matter
you think you're a driver but you're just a passenger
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Wondering What to Do
03:12
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I’ve been wondering what to do bout all them panties and your shoes
I got burn pile in the back lookin so fine
I feel so goddamn good and I don’t know why
I can see him combing over with his new bought penny loafers
just coming to snatch you up right in front of me
and there ain’t no other place I’d rather be
We got whiskey on the table, your stash up in your ass
We got a crowd up in the house but I just can’t last
Thank god it snows down south all year long
I can see him combing over, box of Russell Stovers,
Just coming to snatch you up right in from of me
And there ain’t no other place I’d rather be.
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Quagmire
05:01
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Coaling, flat tire on eighty-five
So cold we’re barely alive
Buried in the cemetery on the hill
Left the ampersands out of her will
Last week you told me it was getting hard
From dawn ’til done
They say it’s a race
But man, you don’t have to run
Unchained, thank you for the excuse
I’ve put it to good use
What time is the time to escape the doom?
Some say it’s too late, others too soon
Yesterday you told me, “Try to keep your head.”
From dawn ’til done
They tell you it’s a race
But man, you don’t have to run
Don’t scream, no matter what you do
You just can’t silence the depths of you
You call yourself my friend, well why’d you have to be so cold?
I shrugged, you won
Ain’t no stopping it now
There’s nothing to be done
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8. |
Take It Out On Me
04:21
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You got the right strut
to keep my eyes on you.
Heard about your man
but it don't take long to meet someone new.
You have the right look
To keep all eyes on you.
No trace or sign of trust
You keep a lying man telling the truth.
So take it out on me baby
Or leave it all in the past
I'll be here all night
Just be sure that you can make it last.
You gotta try babe
Or you'll never know for sure
If you think you've got it down, you just keep yourself from learning anymore
Come take a walk,
An evening stroll with me
I see you walking over hold my breath and I get weak in the knees.
So take it out on me baby
Or leave it all in the past
I'll be here all night
Just be sure that you can make it last.
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9. |
Stewed to the Gills
03:44
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10. |
Willie Taylor
04:26
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Willie Taylor and his youthful lover full of mirth and loyalty,
they were going to the church to be married he was pressed and sent to sea.
She dressed herself up like a sailor on her breast she wore a star
her lovely fingers long and slender she gave them all just a smear of tar.
On the ship there be a skirmish, she was one amongst the rest ,
a silver button flew off her jacket and there appeared her Snow White breast.
Said the captain to this fair maid what misfortune has put you here?
“I’m in search of my true lover who you pressed on the other year”.
If you’re in search of hour true lover tell me what might be his name?
Willie Taylor is what they call him but Fitzgerald is his name.
If you’ll get up tomorrow morning early as the break of day
there you’ll spy you’re Willie Taylor walking along with a lady gay.
She got up the very next morning early as the break of day,
there she spied her Willie Taylor walking along with a lady gay.
She pulled out a brace of pistols that she had at her command
and there she shot her Willie Taylor with his bride at his right hand.
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Borealis Rex Covington, Louisiana
Borealis Rex is a new breed of roots rock band – mixing southern imagery and style with
energetic post-
garage rock n' roll. “Hobbies” is a melodic blast of 70's power rock – with shades
of Zeppelin, Bad Company, Bowie and T. Rex filtering into the mix. The song's modern
touchstones include the Strokes, Kings of Leon and Greta Van Fleet.
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