Best Of Black Toast Music - Vol. 1
Judgement Day
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / G.E. Stinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Echo Hawk Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1960s, Classic Rock, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Down On Your Luck, Drinking, Good Ol' Boy, Gritty, Heartland, Jail, Melancholy, Prison, Redneck, Regret, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sad, Sinner, Tough, Trouble, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
101
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Judgement Day
Judgement Day
Been tangled up in trouble
Ever since the day that I was born
My daddy taught me right from wrong
But deep down in my soul I was torn
For all the sins that I have done
Lord knows someday I will have to pay
Cause standing at the gates of hell
There's no one else blame
On judgement day
If I could live my life again
I can't say that I would change a thing
Cause when it comes to betting on a losing hand
To win I'm the king
There's no need for forgiveness
No regrets and there's nothing left to say
Cause standing at the gates of hell
There's no one else to blame
On judgement day
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Artist(s): Dixon
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Down Home, Driving, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Happy, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Money, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Texas, Toe Tapping, Tough, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
108
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Hey you pretty ladies, are you checkin' me out
You know I'm the one your momma warned you about
Well I'm tough as nails, baddest man around
Girl if you wanna rock I'll turn your world upside down
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
I got an ol' Super B, cruise at 105
Pedal to the metal baby, it's the only way to drive
I live on the edge seven days a week
So come along honey if you can stand the heat
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
Girl I'm the baddest bone in the neighborhood
Nah, you don't need no George Thorogood
I'm gonna rock you every night and day
Make you forget about ol' Stevie Ray
So we're gonna party, past closing time
Still be goin strong when the sun starts to shine
We can shoot at the stars, howl at the moon
An' when it comes to lovin', we're gonna break all the rules
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
A Walk On Cloud Nine
Artist(s): Buddha Belly
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Club, College, Feel Good, Fun, Light, Party, Quirky, Radio, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
122
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
A Walk On Cloud Nine
A WALK ON CLOUD NINE
Everybody's searchin' for something
Expectin' nothin'
As the world keeps spinning around and 'round
Everybody's lost in reason
Pounding the ceiling
When the walls appear why not walk around
Now's the time to pour cheap wine
Eavesdrop party lines
Obsess on wicked sense
Compromise defenses, and
Walk through the door today
Gently break away
Don't talk me down to safe
Let me fall from grace
Drown in a pretty face
But don't leave a trace
Paint all the excess space
Toss caution through a window
And take a walk on cloud nine
Livin' hard on billboard virtue
Cold wind can burn you
As you chase the ghost through a concrete town
Sometimes you can't read the meaning
Quietly screaming
As you slip away let your hair fall down
Now's the time to stumble steady
Bathing in confetti
And forget your sorrows
Disconnect tomorrow, and
Walk through the door today
Gently break away
Don't talk me down to safe
Let me fall from grace
Drown in a pretty face
But don't leave a trace
Paint all the excess space
Toss caution through a window
And take a walk on cloud nine
Blame
Artist(s): Buddha Belly
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Entertainment News Rock, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Angst, Bar, Blame, Bouncy, Coffee House, College, Confident, Emotional, Heartfelt, Hopeful, Infomercial, Motivational, Passionate, Positive, Promo, Radio, Relationship, Romantic, Teen, Thoughtful, Travel, Troubled
Instruments:
Drums, Electric Bass, Electric Guitars, Tambourine
BPM:
88
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Blame
BLAME
She says, nothing ever matters
I know, everything she wants is locked up tight
Behind a lonely heart where she hides
She said, her dreams were never shattered
I see, broken glass scattered out
Across the road and she is walking through lies
Sometimes love is ignorant
And blindness is its best defense
I try to keep her warm inside my overcoat
'Cause she keeps getting caught, caught out in the rain
Someday if she succeeds in pushing me away
There will be no one else left to blame
No one left to blame
She cries, everyone is guilty
I swear, nothing ever came from thinking
That the world owes you a better way of life
I've tried, not to feel pity
But I know, living in the city's hard on
Lonely souls that barely scrape by to survive
Sometimes love is ignorant
And blindness is its best defense
I try to keep her warm inside my overcoat
'Cause she keeps getting caught, caught out in the rain
Someday if she succeeds in pushing me away
There will be no one else left to blame
No one left to blame
Na, na, na, na...
Sometimes love is ignorant
And blindness is its best defense
I try to keep her warm inside my overcoat
'Cause she keeps getting caught, caught out in the rain
Someday if she succeeds in pushing me away
There will be no one else left to blame
No one left to blame
What's On Your Mind
Artist(s): The Prickly Pears
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Bumpers, Entertainment News Rock, Female Vocal, Indie, Instrumental, Pop, Punk Rock, Rock, Transitions
Keywords:
Aggressive, British, Cars, Club, College, Date, Energetic, Girl Power, Girls, Kiss, Laguna Beach, Mersey Beat, Mosh Pit, Motorcycles, Party, Positive, Relationship, Skater, Snotty, Spoiled, Sports, Stage Diving, Teen, The O.C., Travel, Upbeat, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Strings
BPM:
72
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What's On Your Mind
WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND
I'm tired of guessin' - your mind's a mess
And I'm tryin' to understand - but I'm so over this
Don't be a loser - You better choose
Or I'll take you off my list
And you're wrong if you think that you'll be missed
CHORUS:
Say what's on your mind - come on tell me
Hey you're losing time - Better say what's on your mind
Don't keep me waiting - Stop hesitating
You need to get it out - don't wanna scream and shout
You better make a move - I keep on telling you
It's now or never boy - Clock's running out, you're gonna lose your toy
CHORUS
Spontaneous Combustion
Artist(s): Slushy
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Bumpers, Entertainment News Rock, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Punk Rock, Rock, Transitions
Keywords:
Cars, Club, College, Energetic, First Date, First Impression, First Kiss, Laguna Beach, Money, Mosh Pit, Motorcycles, Party, Pop Punk, Positive, Rebellious, Rich Kid, Skater, Snotty, Spoiled, Sports, Stage Diving, Teen, The O.C., Travel, Upbeat, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
96
Key:
B/C♭
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Spontaneous Combustion
SPONTANEOUS COMBUSTION
I'm on my way but I don't know what to do or where too go
I'm so nervous I feel sick - I hope I don't come off like a jerk
I went all out, I washed my hair
I searched and found some clean underwear
She's so hot I can't resist
I don't know what I'll do if she gives me that first kiss
CHORUS:
Spontaneous spontaneous combustion combustion
Spontaneous spontaneous combustion combustion
I'm bustin' right out of my skin
I can't wait to tell everybody everything
I can't wait to tell everybody everything
Now I'm at the part that I really hate
I know her dad knows what I anticipate
I'm sweating from the moment I shake his hand
He can read my mind, I know he understands
She said they liked me, but I felt absurd
I found the nerve but I lost the words
I'm just a geek a few hours from bliss
I'm gonna explode when she gives me that first kiss
CHORUS
It's so close I can taste it - I just hope that I don't waste it
She's so close - hope I don't show it - Excited I don't wanna blow it
CHORUS
Dance 'Til Dawn
Artist(s): Midihead
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Writer(s):
Mike Babbitt (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
1990s, Dance, Disco, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Entertainment News, Entertainment News Rock, Female Vocal, House, Instrumental, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Club, Digital, Driving, Energy, Euro, Exercise, Fashion, Fun, Party, Promo, Red Carpet, Runway, Style, Trailer, Upbeat, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
135
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dance 'Til Dawn
Dance 'Til Dawn
Come on Mr. DJ
Play me that song
Come on Mr. DJ, DJ
Make me dance until dawn
Dance till dawn
Dance till dawn
We got to dance
Dance till dawn
Laughing In The Rain
Artist(s): Jen Beast
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Carl Wurtz (BMI) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / World's Tallest Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Dance, Electronica, Female Vocal, House, Indie, Instrumental, Pop, Rock, Trance
Keywords:
Carefree, Club, Digital, Dreamy, Electronic, Fashion, Happy, Laughing, Positive, Rain, Red Carpet, Runway, Style, Trippy, Unfettered, Upbeat
Instruments:
Synthesizer
BPM:
130
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Laughing In The Rain
LAUGHING IN THE RAIN
It doesn't matter what I do or what I say
It doesn't matter 'cause I've never felt this way
Just like an angel, I'm in heaven all the time
I'm floating high above the world 'cause you are mine
Push me, pull me, take me to the edge of the unknown
And let me go
One touch and I'm in the clouds
Closer to insane
As long as you're by my side
We'll go Laughing In The Rain
I know if the sky above
Turns from blue to grey
As long as you're by my side
We'll go Laughing In The Rain
It doesn't matter if I'm up or if I'm down
Whenever I'm with you I never touch the ground
Whatever lies ahead no longer frightens me
This rainbow has no end as far as I can see
Push me, pull me, lift me to the edge of the sky
And watch me fly
One touch and I'm in the clouds
Closer to insane
As long as you're by my side
We'll go Laughing In The Rain
I know if the sky above
Turns from blue to grey
As long as you're by my side
We'll go Laughing In The Rain
Speed Demon
Artist(s): Midihead
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Writer(s):
Mike Babbitt (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Action, Alternative Rock, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Chase, Club, Dark, Digital, Driving, Energy, Euro, Exercise, Extreme Sports, Fashion, Intense, Moody, Mysterious, Promo, Rave, Red Carpet, Runway, Sci Fi, Speed, Style, Video Game
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
140
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Speed Demon
Speed Demon
The sun is going down in the west sky
And I'm feelin' up on a big high
Wanna get in my car and fly away, fly away...go play
Turn the key and drop the pedal
Gonna keep it down to the metal
Flying down the open highway, highway...my way
Are you ready to fly?
The engine hums as I roll down the window
I love the solitude as I feel the wind blow
With the stereo on and the volume turned up, way up
The road it winds, holding tight to the wheel
Got the pedal still slammed to the steel
I hear the squeal of the tires as they burn up, burn up
Here we go
The sun it's going down in the west sky
And I'm feeling up on a big high
Wanna get in my car and fly away, fly away
Turn the key and drop the pedal
Gonna keep it down to the metal
Flying down the open highway, highway...my way
Got a speed demon, put the pedal down
Bump Bump Bump
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, Chill, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Laid Back, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bump Bump Bump
BUMP BUMP BUMP
CHORUS
Come on come on gimme a bump bump bump
Everybody in the club with the bump bump bump
We gonna get high yeah we gonna get it done
Come on come on and just bump bump bump
VERSE 1
You need a grown man like me white tee icey
Just to get the ladies play like a wifie
Only for one night see nike's pricey
I like them moves spicy don't act sheisty
Have you dropped spinnin in the middle of the room
Like whoops wow whered he go hear me on the radio
Top of this hip hop flip and we don't stop
See yall players playing like you got game
Maybe I look the same when I try to come up
But now you see my whole crew runnin big black trucks
Range rovers pimp like the hove would
Now you understand my hustling ways
I made good so keep it up pimp keep shakin little shorty
Keep it old school on the stoop drinkin 40's
Always keep my eyes peeled back drop authorities
Keep numbers flipped swiss bank its priority
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Walk with a little limp just talk a little bit
When beats bouncing in the club its legitimate
How you gonna look so smooth those moves so rude
Lets prove we could do this all night
One hand on my drink others feelin allright
Its so locked down its like critical
Get you back to the pad get physical
Smoke greens you aint seen aint typical
Keep it bumpin in the club like a ritual
Swing it back swing it close get them visuals
How you gonna sneak up freak up tilt cup back
Till you finish that glass of champagne high class thing
No need to be ashamed
You got what god gave ya make that brain insane
But anyway seen yesterday on the runway
Don't believe what they say no gun play
CHORUS
I aint come up in the club lookin for the right love
Gonna keep it tight body fittin like a glove
Sittin in VIP lookin from above
When you see me in the cut bump bump bump bump bump
CHORUS
Willing To Die
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, Chill, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Laid Back, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Willing To Die
WILLING TO DIE
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
I been dying to try see this look in my eye
First lesson in the street can't compete with me
Lookin' hard little gangsta making me look over my shoulder
Bumpin' a range rover with the bulletproof glass
Had to get that hook up some things in my past
Bound to catch up to me man I might not last
Makin suckas bleed lean out the window and blast
Don't try to sneak up man I think too fast
I hope they come undercover man I'll say self defense
Looking at my life I can't claim innocence
It came and it went much money been spent
Many wigs been bent back and twisted with the lethal
Times up game over ain't no sequel
Ain't no such thing as evil it's do or die
Gangsta hustler a piece of the pie
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
Ever since I was a shorty on the corner drinking 40's
Clockin mathematics movin weight like an addict
Had my boys posted up stoop one and two
If some chickens walk by scoop two or one
Take out the back and then show em my gun
Ice around my neck make you blind from the sun
What kind a high you need? I'll let you try some son
So many enemies anyone could be one
Come and try if you wanna die
I'll make you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside don't you see I'm dead right
See the one that make the lead fly down at midnight
Sneakin' up on suckas if you ain't got the cash
Say something son beat that ass with a flashlight
Run sucka run I'm the one with ammunition
Dumb sucka dumb you got the wrong intuition
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
Come on and try
If you wanna die
Make you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside
Don't you see I'm dead right
I'm the one that make the lead fly
Down at midnight
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
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