Tracks Similar To Scent Of A Rose
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Fire, Gritty, Groove, Hot, Infatuation, Love, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sexy, Southern, Steamy, Strut, Sultry, Temptation, Tough, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Slide Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Fire Starts To Burn
WHEN THE FIRE STARTS TO BURN
Should I act against my better judgment
Do what my mind says ain't right
Will I hate myself in the morning
Can't think about that tonight
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Why am I so tempted by disaster
What makes me crave it like I do
I might get burned by my desire
Still I'd do anything for you
I should've run when I saw your smile
'Cause I know trouble and it drives me wild
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
I know it's wrong to stare in the devil's eyes
But life is short, why let it pass you by
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I just don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Long Road Back To Eden
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Classic Rock, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Classic, Drinking, Driving, Emotional, Heartfelt, Heartland, Heaven, Long Road, Roadhouse, Southern, Swamp, Tough, Travel
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ
BPM:
118
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Long Road Back To Eden
LONG ROAD BACK TO EDEN
Desert sand blew by the door
Heard the chain slide in the groove
Two green eyes staring back at me
I had everything to lose
I had to see her once again
Feel her touch just one more time
And as I walked inside that room
I closed the door on the world outside
Oh, love can make you blind
It's a long road back to Eden
And I'll make it there someday
But it's easy to get lost along the way
There is something I believe in
That's just beyond my reach
It's a long road back to Eden for me
She never said a word to me
Every move was understood
She led me right up to the edge
And I held on as best I could
I came to her to find myself
Like a moth drawn to a flame
And for a moment I was sure
Life would never be the same
Oh, some things never change
It's a long road back to Eden
And I'll make it there someday
But it's easy to get lost along the way
There is something I believe in
That's just beyond my reach
It's a long road back to Eden for me
Maybe I should look somewhere else
Maybe I'm just fooling myself
Solo
Chorus out
Lady Luck
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Breakup, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Depressed, Down And Out, Emotional, Energetic, Gambling, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Introspective, Las Vegas, Melancholy, Passionate, Porn, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sad, Sly, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Unlucky
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Piano, Saxophone, Vibraphone
BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lady Luck
LADY LUCK
Girl I begged you not to leave me
But your bag's already packed
It seems there ain't a single word to say
That gonna ever bring you back
Maybe it's just the luck of the draw
But I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
You said I lied to win you over
And that must be what you believe
But when it comes to love I ain't no gamblin' man
I got no aces up my sleeve
They say it's just the way the card's will fall
Still I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
I know I never said I'm sorry
Lord knows many times I tried
Now here I am with just these lonely walls
Just me and my foolish pride
Maybe it's just the luck of the draw
But I never seem to win
And it looks like Lady Luck's
Gone and dealt me out again
Mercy On My Soul
Artist(s): Paul Otten
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Writer(s):
Paul Otten (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Blues Rock, Indie, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Alcohol, Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Dirty, Down And Out, Drifter, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Forgiveness, Gritty, Hobo, Homeless, Introspective, Mercy, Moody, Pleading, Railroad, Redemption, Roadhouse, Rootsy, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Struggle, Swampy, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Percussion
BPM:
90
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mercy On My Soul
Demons cut the path I've chosen
Terrors better left unspoken
CHORUS:
Mercy on my soul
Mercy on my soul
Mercy on my soul
I ain't no angel
Fever can't stop the cold blood running
Evil, it just keeps on coming
CHORUS
No running
No hiding
It's too late
For rewiring
CHORUS
Every Pretty Flower
Artist(s): Paul Otten
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Writer(s):
Paul Christopher Otten (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Ambient, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Beauty, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Dirty, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Homeless, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Love, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rootsy, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Sexy, Southern, Struggle, Sultry, Swampy, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Piano
BPM:
110
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Every Pretty Flower
Love exploding in brilliance
Like bombs bursting in my chest
And every pretty flower pales to you
Boom boom goes my heart love
And you, you were the first spark
Now every pretty flower pales to you
How long, how long 'til I burst dear
The match has been struck
The wick's running out
The sirens they blow
My heart pounds and pounds love
La da da da da
Now every pretty flower pales
Yes every pretty flower pales
Every pretty flower pales to you
La da da da da
Wicked Hearted Woman
Artist(s): Sugaray
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Breakup, Chicago, Classic, Club, Delta, Devil, Down And Out, Down On Your Luck, Drinking, Drunk, Emotional, Gritty, Heartfelt, Introspective, Last Call, Late Night, Louisiana, Melancholy, Memphis, Mississippi, Mistrust, Passionate, Raunchy, Redneck, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Sexy, Sleazy, Soulful, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Voodoo, Wicked
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
87
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wicked Hearted Woman
Wicked Hearted Woman
She's a wicked hearted woman
Put some voodoo on my soul
She's a wicked hearted woman
Put some voodoo on my soul
I don't know if I can trust her
But I can't ever let her go
Well I know she must be evil
'Cause I can feel it in my bones
Well I know she must be evil
'Cause I can feel it in my bones
She done put some spell on me
And made me leave my happy home
Solo
She's a wicked hearted woman
But that's alright with me
Yeah she's a wicked hearted woman
Lord but that's alright with me
'Cause I'm addicted to her lovin'
I hope she never sets me free
Oh Lord I'm addicted to her lovin'
An' I hope she never sets me free
Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez
Artist(s): David Morgan
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Orleans, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Bar, Bayou, Cajun, Carefree, Celebrate, Creole, Crescent City, Dive, Dixie, Earthy, Easy Going, Feel Good, Festive, French Quarter, Friends, Fun, Good Times, Gritty, Gumbo, Happy, Honky Tonk, Jambalaya, Jukebox, Laid Back, Late Night, Louisiana, Mardi Gras, New Orleans, Party, Playful, Retro, Second Line, Southern, Swamp, Travel, Vintage, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano, Solo Drums
BPM:
80
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Laissez Les Bon Temps Roulez
LAISSEZ LES BON TEMPS ROULER
Momma's in the kitchen
N' she's cooking etouffee
Well nothing could be better
Laissez les bon temps rouler
Sittin' on the front porch
Been drinking wine all day
Friends keep coming over
Laissez les bon temps rouler
Hey yay yay everybody
Hear the people say
When you're down in Dixie
Laissez les bon temps rouler
I got a gal named Sweet Marie
She loves to drink Champagne
I love my Southern Comfort
Laissez les bon temps rouler
Way down on the bayou
Where the alligators play
That's where my baby loves to
Laissez les bon temps rouler
Hey yay yay everybody
Hear the people say
When you're down in Dixie
Laissez les bon temps rouler
When it's time for Mardi Gras
People come from miles away
'Cause everybody wants to
Laissez les bon temps rouler
I'll meet you in the Quarter
N' we'll party night and day
Let's go a little crazy, and
Laissez les bon temps rouler
Hey yay yay everybody
Hear the people say
When you're down in Dixie
Laissez les bon temps rouler
Howling At The Moon
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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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:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Soul
Keywords:
Alley, Americana, Back Road, Back Woods, Bar, Bed Mix, Bluesy, Dangerous, Diner, Down Home, Drinking, Earthy, Full Moon, Gritty, Haight Ashbury, Hippie, Jukebox, Jungle, Midnight, Motorcycles, Protest, Rebel, Redneck, Roadhouse, Roots, San Francisco, Sinister, Sneaky, Southern, Swamp, Tough, Truck Stop, Trucker, Trucks, Vampire, Vietnam War, Werewolf, Woodstock
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Guitar, Percussion
BPM:
122
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Howling At The Moon
HOWLING AT THE MOON
I can hear trouble comin'
I can feel it in my bones
On a hell-bent road to the other side
Like a hurricane blowin' home
CHORUS:
I was tearin' up the night – howling at the moon
Going out of my mind – howling at the moon
Like a blind man stumblin'
Down an alley way dark and cold
Comin' face to face with a junk-yard dog
Took a bite right outta my soul
CHORUS
Got the backwood fever, vision's blurred
Drank the witch doctor potion but there ain't no cure
Goin' out of my mind – howling at the moon
Got the devil to the left of me
Ain't no angel gonna hold my hand
I keep walking the line on the razor's edge
And I don't give a damn
Now I'm tearin' up the night...
Wild Ride
Artist(s): David Isaac Feldstein
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Writer(s):
Bruce Watson (BMI) 33.33% / David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 33.34% / Lance Morrison (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 66.67%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1990s, 2000s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Bar, Cars, Convertible, Detroit, Drinking, Driving, Football, Jocks, Motorcycle, Muscle, My Ride, NASCAR, Racing, Sexy, Southern Rock, Sports, Swamp
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
85
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild Ride
Wild Ride
Flashback to high school days
I had a one track mind but I didn't have game
Cause the rule is the cool kids have the keys to their very own independent love machines
I realized if I was gonna make a stand I'd need some cold hard cash and a master plan
To get hooked up with the pride of Detroit
So take me to the dealer and I'll buy myself a big boy toy
What do you want?
I want a wild ride
What do you want?
I want a wild ride
I'd be kicking back in my new sled
With the leather and the rims and the girls going ape
Cause we can go anywhere when we look this fine
We got bad ass tunes on the old school Alpine
The jocks at the football game wonder why all the cheerleaders know my name
Now you must understand I'm not a selfish guy
For every girl there's a turn just get in line
And we can ride together, we can ride together, we can ride together right now
Take a ride together, B.F.F. forever, if I can get it together somehow – come on
What do you want?
I want a wild ride
What do you want?
I want a drop top, fastback, muscle car or Cadillac
What do you want?
a wild ride
What do you want?
I'm stepping on the pedal and I'm never ever coming back
No, never ever coming back
Gonna drop the top
Never gonna stop
Got a bad ass bullet with the ladies inside
Got front row tickets to freedom road
So come on baby get in, let's go
What do you want?
I want a wild ride
What do you want?
I want a drop top, fastback, muscle car or Cadillac
What do you want?
a wild ride
What do you want?
I'm stepping on the pedal and I'm never ever coming back
What do you want?
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Artist(s): Bettie Wilson & The Rockets
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Fire, Gritty, Groove, Heartfelt, Hot, Infatuation, Love, Motorcycle, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Southern, Steamy, Sultry, Swampy, Temptation, Tough, Travel, Yearning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ, Slide Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
B/C♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Should I act against my better judgment
Do what my mind says ain't right
Will I hate myself in the morning
Can't think about that tonight
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Why am I so tempted by disaster
What makes me crave it like I do
I might get burned by my desire
Still I'd do anything for you
I should've run when I saw your smile
'Cause I know trouble and it drives me wild
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
I know it's wrong to stare in the devil's eyes
But life is short, why let it pass you by
I love the smell of danger in your hair
Right or wrong baby, I just don't care
I've got nobody but myself to blame
When will I ever learn
Just like a moth that's drawn into a flame
There is nowhere to turn
When The Fire Starts To Burn
Walk On The Wild Side
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Bumpers, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Desire, Extreme, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heavy, Infomercial, Love, Promo, Psychedelic, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Tough, Travel, Trippy, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walk On The Wild Side
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
I've seen everything that a man can see
And I've been everywhere you could ever wanna be
Like the eagle flies I just wanna be free
Got the clothes on my back and that's all I need
Girl, come with me, I can turn your life around
Ain't nobody gonna ever tie us down
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
I've done everything that a man can do
I've been called a saint, been called a sinner too
Like a gypsy child I was born to roam
And where I spend the night that's where I call my home
Girl don't listen to what other people say
They'll just tell you not to throw your life away
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
Girl, come with me, I can turn your life around
Ain't nobody gonna ever tie us down
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
Walk on the wild side with me
Stuck In This Hell
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Alone, Americana, Bar, Bayou, Classic, Club, Depressed, Down And Out, Emotional, Heartfelt, Introspective, Lonely, Melancholy, New Orleans, Passionate, Roadhouse, Sad, Soulful, Southern, Swampy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ
BPM:
96
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stuck In This Hell
STUCK IN THIS HELL
I wish I could leave but I'm doomed to stay
I've never been religious but I'm ready to pray
I need to confess but there's no one to tell
I keep tryin' to reach heaven
But I'm STUCK IN THIS HELL
I stare out my window and all I can see
Is that same dark cloud that keeps following me
I wanted to run but I slipped and I fell
I keep tryin' to reach heaven
But I'm STUCK IN THIS HELL
It's hard to believe
That I once had it all
I'm down on my knees
With nothing left, and nowhere else to fall
Solo
It's hard to believe
That I once had it all
I'm down on my knees
With nothing left, and nowhere else to fall
There's four lonely walls closing in on me
And I feel like a prisoner who longs to be free
I'm looking for redemption 'cause I can't save myself
I keep tryin' to reach heaven
But I'm STUCK IN THIS HELL
I keep tryin' to reach heaven
But I'm STUCK IN THIS HELL
I keep tryin' to reach heaven
But I'm STUCK IN THIS HELL
Roll The Dice
Artist(s): Junkyard Dogs
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Roger Burn (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnin' Down The House Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rockabilly
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Brawl, Classic, Club, Dice, Drinking, Frat, Gambling, Gritty, Motorcycles, Party, Poker, Relationship, Roadhouse, Roll, Rowdy, Southern Rock, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
92
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Roll The Dice
ROLL THE DICE
Last call for alcohol
A shadow by the door
I thought I'd seen it all
Till you walked across the floor
Two o'clock, it's time to rock
Time to pass the test
Thinking fast, I said let's dance
Thank God you said yes
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Come on lucky seven
I just blew into town
The angels up in heaven
Couldn't turn me down
The devil on my shoulder
Said "come on, get it done"
The pounding in my heart
Said "this could be the one"
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
It's cold out on the road
I'm chilled down to the bone
I need someone to keep me warm
And a place to call my home
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Let's roll the dice on
A sure bet from above
Let's roll the dice and
Take a chance on love
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Well don't think twice
Come on let's roll the dice
Come on lucky seven
It's All Good Lovin' To Me
Artist(s): Sleestak
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Writer(s):
David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 50% / Matthew Laug (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Beer, Bravado, Carefree, Cheerful, Classic, Drinking, Frat, Freewheeling, Fun, Gang, Gritty, Heartland, Hedonistic, Hook up, Humorous, Love, One Night Stand, Party, Playful, Pub, Raspy, Roadhouse, Romance, Rowdy, Saloon, Sex, Sing Along, Southern, Swagger
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Slide Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
114
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's All Good Lovin' To Me
It's All Good Lovin' To Me
Woke up Sunday morning
Thought it was Saturday
Must have had a good time
But I don't remember her name
Butter Face girl beside me
Everything good but her face
Must have satisfied me 'cause I'm leaving with a smile on my face
You know it ain't that easy
Sometimes it's just so hard
I'm just looking for something to please me
You know I want it
You know I need it
'Cause it's all good lovin' to me
It's all good lovin' to me
When you're sitting by the phone and you find yourself alone
You know it's all good lovin' to me
It's all good lovin' to me
It's all good lovin' to me
It's all good lovin'
Back door screen a slammin'
Gotta make my getaway
Daddy's home way too early
And what he don't know, I'll never say
Your liquor sweet still on me
Just gotta try it again
Next time nothing 'll stop me
You know you want it
You know you need it
'Cause it's all good lovin' to me
It's all good lovin' to me
When you're sitting by the phone and you find yourself alone
You know it's all good lovin' to me
You know it's all good lovin' to me
It's all good lovin' to me
When you're sitting by the phone and you find yourself alone
You know it's all good lovin' to me
It's all good lovin' to me
It's all good lovin' to me
It's all good lovin'
Friday Night Blues
Artist(s): Antoine LeGros
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50% / Richard Levinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Tinnitus Music (BMI) 16.66% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.67%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1950s, 1960s, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Oldies, R&B, Rock & Roll
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Bayou, Boogie Woogie, Breakup, City, Diner, Easy Going, Emotional, Heartfelt, Heartland, Jukebox, Loss, Love, Memories, New Orleans, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sad, Sexy, Shag Dancing, Soulful, Southern, Weekend, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano, Saxophone
BPM:
102
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Friday Night Blues
Friday Night Blues
I work hard, everyday
When Friday comes just want to play
But I get the blues on Friday
I get the blues on Friday
'Cause everybody's having fun
But since you have been gone
I only get the Friday Night Blues
When you were here we'd have a ball
But now I got no one at all
So I get the blues on Friday
I get the blues on Friday
'Cause everybody's having fun
But since you have been gone
I only get the Friday Night Blues
When I get my check
Want to spend it, but heck
I miss how it was way back when
So Friday is blue
And Saturday too
And then I start the week all over again
I work hard, everyday
When Friday comes, just hide away
'Cause I get the blues on Friday
Yes I get the blues on Friday
'Cause everybody's having fun
But since you have been gone
I only get the Friday Night Blues
Bad As Bad Can Be
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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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:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Angry, Bad, Bar, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Competition, Emotional, Energetic, Gambling, Gritty, Las Vegas, Mean, Melancholy, Passionate, Roadhouse, Rotten, Sly, Soulful, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
85
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bad As Bad Can Be
Bad As Bad Can Be
I was born without a place called home
I cut my teeth on daddy's lies
He was mean and rotten to the bone
Now I know the world through his cold eyes
Now as far as I can see
I'm as bad as bad can be
Face to face with me
I'm as bad as bad can be
I learned I had to be as tough as nails
On the wrong side of the tracks
Got my schooling in and out of jail
Lord, I swear I'm never going back
Now as far as I can see
I'm as bad as bad can be
Face to face with me
I'm as bad as bad can be
I don't care what anybody says
It don't matter much to me
No regrets about the things I've done
What you get is what you see
I'm as bad as bad can be
I could chew you up and spit you out
And never lose a moment's sleep
I will make you pay without a doubt
You can bet I always play for keeps
Now as far as I can see
I'm as bad as bad can be
Face to face with me
I'm as bad as bad can be
You're Gone
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock & Roll
Keywords:
Annoyed, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, City, Crazy, Crime, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Drunk, Fear, Fed Up, Freaking Out, Gone, Gritty, Grungy, Guns, Heartland, Hometown, Mean, Mid West, Roadhouse, Rough, Screaming, Seedy, Sleazy, Snotty, Southern, Streets, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
123
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You're Gone
Stay away from my house
Stay away from my lawn
Quit bugging my boss
Quit calling my mom
You know you're just too drunk
To even know that you're gone
Quit calling my phone
Hanging up all the time
You think that I don't know
You're just wasting your time
Stay away from my house
Stay away from my lawn
Quit bugging my boss
Stay away from my mom
Stay away from my car
Stay away from my dog
You know before I met you
I used to sleep like a log
You know you're just too nuts
To even know that you're gone
Silver & Gold
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, City, Cool, Crime, Criminal, Danger, Dirty, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Energetic, Fear, Gritty, Heartland, Legend, Mid West, Mysterious, Myth, Roadhouse, Rough, Seedy, Sexy, Shadows, Sleazy, Southern, Streets, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Vagabond, Villain, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
120
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Silver & Gold
Tempted Sur with silver, tempted Sur with gold
And all the earthly pleasures, man could ever hold
He came up from Virginia, with his walking cane
Stayed out on the sideroads, so know one'd know his name
Some people said he was skinny, he'd just say he was lean
When them whiskey drinking mommas catch sight
He's the best they've ever seen
Yeah we're talking midnight, Daddy's not around
Church bells are ringing, without a sound
So get on back to Virginia, leave them girls alone
Stay out on the side roads, Delta coming home
Some people said he was skinny, he'd just say he was lean
When them whiskey drinking mommas catch sight
He's the best they've ever seen
Yonder
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
93
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Yonder
Lookey lookey yonder
Lookey lookey here
You used to call me your good friend
Now you call me dear
With that lipstick stain
Up and down my cheek
Your hair undone
Lord I go weak
Lookey Lookey yonder
Lookey lookey here
I know that you don't love me
So lets be clear
When you call my name
Our sweat don't lie
Your hair undone
Under Midwest skies
Lookey Lookey yonder
Lookey lookey here
You used to call me your good friend
Some day you'll call me dear
When I Die
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
118
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
When I Die
No I don't mind leaving this all behind
At most my regrets are few Will I come undone when the lightening comes?
Or will I lay down there like a little child?
And will you hold my hand 'till I understand?
When I die Lord, when I die?
Holy, Save Me, Forgive me my wrongs
Touch me, Gently, Turn me to dust
No I don't mind leaving this all behind
Always tried to give more than take
Will you comfort me if I need to see?
My poor family with more than they can take?
Would you walk with me, will you guarantee it?
When I die Lord, when I die?
When I die Lord, when I die?
Holy, Save Me, Forgive me my wrongs
Touch me, Gently, Turn me to dust
Make You Mine
Artist(s): Derek's Ashes
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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:
Blues
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, 2010s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Hard Rock, Indie, Indie College Radio, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Acid, Bar, Beer, Blues Club, College, Desire, Down Home, Flower Power, Haight Ashbury, Hippie, Hipsters, Humid, Jukebox, LSD, Love, Lust, Marijuana, New Orleans, Obsession, Passion, Pot, Relationship, Retro, San Francisco, Sex, Smokey, Soulful, Southern, Summer, Summer Nights, Swampy, Throwback, Trip, Trippy, Unrequited Love, Vietnam War, Whiskey, Woodstock
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Percussion
BPM:
123
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Make You Mine
MAKE YOU MINE
Well I woke up cold this mornin'
Goin' crazy all last night
No I didn't hear the warning
I was lookin' for a sign
Gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine
Woo – ooo
Wooo –ooo
Well I saw her in a picture
It was hangin' on a wall
Said I'd find some way to get her
I would beg and I would crawl
Gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine
Woo – ooo
(SOLO)
Gonna make you mine
I'm gonna make you mine
Gonna make you mine
Woo – ooo Wooo –ooo
Woo – ooo Wooo –ooo
Mumbo Jumbo
Artist(s): David Morgan
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Instrumental, Male Vocal, New Orleans, R&B, Soul
Keywords:
Bar, Bayou, Cajun, Carefree, Celebrate, Creole, Crescent City, Dive, Dixie, Earthy, Easy Going, Feel Good, Festive, French Quarter, Friends, Fun, Gibberish, Good Times, Gritty, Gumbo, Happy, Honky Tonk, Jambalaya, Jive, Jukebox, Laid Back, Late Night, Louisiana, Mardi Gras, New Orleans, Party, Playful, Retro, Second Line, Southern, Swamp, Travel, Vintage
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
90
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mumbo Jumbo
MUMBO JUMBO
Everybody's talking
Don't matter what dey say
The streets are full of people
They all pass the time away
Talkin' Mumbo Jumbo
Yeah, talkin' Mumbo Jumbo
Well they don't need no reason
They jus' talkin' Mumbo Jumbo, yeah
Hangin' on the corner
All my friends and me
We be talking jive
'Bout everyone we see
Talkin' Mumbo Jumbo
Yeah, talkin' Mumbo Jumbo
Well we don't need no reason
We jus' talkin' Mumbo Jumbo, yeah
My baby says she loves me
Then she say she don't
And when she says she will
Lord I know it means she won't
Talkin' Mumbo Jumbo
Yeah, talkin' Mumbo Jumbo
Well she don't need a reason
She jus' talkin' Mumbo Jumbo, yeah
Well we don't need no reason
We jus' talkin' Mumbo Jumbo, yeah
Yeah now we don't need no reason
We jus' talkin' Mumbo Jumbo, yeah
Yeah we don't need no reason
We jus' talkin' Mumbo Jumbo, yeah
What A Way To Go
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Brawl, Classic, Club, Frat, Gritty, Party, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Keyboard, Slide Guitar, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
105
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What A Way To Go
WHAT A WAY TO GO
I walked in just as you walked out
You didn't say goodbye
You didn't tell me what it's all about
You didn't even lie
You left me in the cold
What a way to go
You took my heart and soul
What a way to go
What a way to go
I would never treat a dog
The way you treated me
You left my love out in the pourin' rain
To drown in misery
You left me in the cold
What a way to go
You took my heart and soul
What a way to go
What a way to go
There were times I know I did you wrong
But nothing worth leaving for
I always thought that we could work it out
'Til you stormed right out the door
What a way to go
Now all I see are these lonely walls
No way out in sight
When you walked out, you took everything
Except my foolish pride
You left me in the cold
What a way to go
You took my heart and soul
What a way to go
What a way to go
Something's Come Over Me
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Bumpers, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Transitions
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Exercise, Fun, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Shuffle, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Travel, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
6/8
Lyrics:
Something's Come Over Me
SOMETHING'S COME OVER ME
Something's come over me
'Cuz I've never felt this way
Something's come over me
'Cuz I've never felt this way
My head is dizzy, my knees are weak
Feels like I got the bug
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's got a hold on me
And it just won't let me go
Something's got a hold on me
And it just won't let me go
Well I can't run and I can't fight
And I can't get enough
Something's got a hold on me
Lord, it must be love
For what I got there ain't no cure
No pill that I can take
'Cuz when I hold you in my arms
My fever just won't break
SOLO
For what I got there ain't no cure
No pill that I can take
'Cuz when I hold you in my arms
My fever just won't break
Something's come over me
And I think it's here to stay
Something's come over me
And I think it's here to stay
My soul's on fire when you're around
My body's burnin' up
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's come over me
Lord, it must be love
Something's come over me
Lord, and it must be love
I Know It's You
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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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:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, 1980s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Classic, Club, Coffee House, Competition, Emotional, Energetic, Find, Gambling, Gritty, Las Vegas, Melancholy, Passionate, Roadhouse, Search, Sly, Soulful, Southern, Sports, Strip Club, Texas, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
110
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Know It's You
I Know It's You
standing here in the pouring rain
don't know what to say
been down this road a thousand times
but i've never felt this way
every time I try to run
I have to face the truth
I've always had what i'm looking for
and now I know it's you
took a train that went nowhere
to look for something else
been a fool for all these years
lying to myself
here I am at the end of the line
I have to face the truth
i've always had what i'm looking for
and now I know it's you
all alone I asked myself
can we work it out
every tear that hit the ground
washed away the doubt
I was blind and I should have known
it was wrong to leave
what was right before my eyes
now I finally see
I wiped away the tears i've cried
so I could face the truth
finally at the end of the line
I can see the truth
i've always had what i'm looking for
now I know it's you
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