Tracks Similar To Trouble Down
Please Don't Judge Me Too Harshly
Artist(s): Radio Villains
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Writer(s):
Paul Christopher Otten (ASCAP) 50% / Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Outlaw Country
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Dirty, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Homeless, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rootsy, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Struggle, Swampy, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Piano
BPM:
88
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Please Don't Judge Me Too Harshly
The headwind rattles my bones
As I walk this broken road
My soul is weary
My will is weak
Unheeded warning signs
Misled by foolish pride
My soul is weary
My will is weak
So please don't judge me too harshly, now
That's all I beg
To my eternal shame
I brought you nothing but pain
But now I'm paying
For what I done
So please don't judge me too harshly, now
That's all I beg
That's all I'm begging you
This white flag's too torn to fly
And I'm tired of all the lies
My soul is weary
My will is weak
The headwind rattles my bones
As I walk this broken road
My soul is weary
My will is weak
So please don't judge me too harshly, now
That's all I beg
That's all I'm begging you
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
Rock Bottom
Artist(s): Paul Otten
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Paul Christopher Otten (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Country, Country Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Outlaw Country
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Beer, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Dirty, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Homeless, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rootsy, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Struggle, Swampy, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica
BPM:
96
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rock Bottom
Hard times breathing down now
Breathing down, breathing down my neck
The bright side's burning out now
Burning out and hitting the deck
Am I bound
Am I bound for the rock bottom
Fair winds gone and turned cold
Sent a chill right up my spine
Thick skin ain't no match for
This impending armageddon sky
Just Shoot Me
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
102
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Just Shoot Me
Just Shoot Me
I've been walking in my hometown
And I keep tripping on memories of you
And now you're long gone and I'm still reeling
Mining deeper shades of blue
I walk these same old streets
And I eat the same old meats
But I don't cook them, like me, they're raw straight through
Yeah my hearts already gone and my body can't have long
So go on and shoot me, so the rest of me can die
I don't sleep now, and I don't eat now
I keep catching glimpses of you
Now you're long gone, and I'm still talking
To some ghost of a girl that I once knew
Yeah I walk these same old streets
And I keep the same old beats
But I don't cook them, like me, they're raw straight through
My hearts already gone and my body can't have long
So go on shoot me, so the rest of me can die
Go on shoot me, so the rest of me can die
What Are You Waiting For
Artist(s): Elijah Honey
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Blues, Blues Rock, Indie, Indie College Radio, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop Rock
Keywords:
Attitude, Chill, College, Confident, Cool, Dark, Dirty, Driving, Drug Trip, Drugs, Edgy, Emotional, Energetic, Garage, Gritty, High, Hip, Hipster, Hollywood, Hopeful, Laid Back, Lively, Mellow, Optimistic, Playful, Positive, Psychedelic, Relaxed, Retro, Seductive, Sexy, Silver Lake, Soulful, Stoned, Teen Angst, Throwback, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Organ
BPM:
91
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What Are You Waiting For
I can feel my heart now it's beating harder
So won't you stay for a while longer?
We always get so far but no further
But now I want it all
So what are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Oh I know you're trying so hard to please me
With what you got, honey, that's so easy
Your voodoo's brought me down to my knees
And now I just want some more
So what are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
I can feel my heart now it's beating harder
So won't you stay for a while longer?
'Cause now I want it all
So what are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Yeah, what are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
What are you waiting for?
Tell Me (You're The One)
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Home, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Open Road, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Travel, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
143
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Tell Me (You're The One)
Tell Me (You're the One)
Tell me you're the one that'll always drive me crazy
Tell me you're the one that still wants to have my baby
Tell me you're the one that never has to fake it
When you say that it's alright I could not make it
Tell me I could stop this any time I want to
Tell me I got heart, enough to drive a truck through
Tell me I can go on sleeping if I need to
Tell me I could hang it up and just come on home to you. To you
'Cause I just can't smile anymore
Tell me I could walk away from these hot lights
Tell me I could leave that neon late night
Tell me I should do whatever I want to
Dig a ditch, hell you don't care, as long as I come home to you.
To you To you To you
Tell me I'm the one that never leaves you lonely
Tell I'm the one, that one true one and only
Tell me it's alright that I don't shed tears to cry
Tell me I'm the one that'll always make you happy
Tell me I'm the one that always leaves you laughing
Tell me I'm the one you're dreaming of late at night
Straight out of our minds, straight out of our minds
Tell me you're the one that'll always drive me crazy
Tell me you're the one that still wants to have my baby
Tell me I'm the one you're dreaming of late at night
Take Me 2 My Home
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, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Explicit Lyrics, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Home, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
82
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Take Me 2 My Home
Take Me 2 My Home
Out here in the country, we don't got much to do
And I don't have much ambition, I'd rather lie here with you
No I don't like the city, the bright lights don't appeal
They all tend to smell shitty, nothing like a green field
Take me to my home,
Take me to my home
You know we're all alone, so get yourself off of roam
And take me to my home
And I won't stand on tradition
I know that nothing can last
Still too young for nostalgia, I won't live in the past
There ain't nothing before here and there ain't nothing behind
I'm right here in this moment, staring it down, taking my sweet time
Take me to my home,
Take me to my home
You know we're all alone, so get yourself off of roam
And take me to my home
Mehaffey Bridge
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Rockabilly, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Desperado, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar
BPM:
87
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mehaffey Bridge
Mehaffey Bridge
So come on Annie, I've been thinking
We should find some time
I don't know but I would say
It's not a waste of time
And that's what gets me, that's what gets me
That's what gets me down to Two Bells Road
Come on Johnny, meet me halfway
Down to Mehaffey Bridge
We'll go jumpin' and we'll go swimming
I've got lots to give I won't deny I want to see you in the sun
And that's what gets me, that's what gets me
That's what gets me down to Two Bells Road
Come on sister, I won't see you
When you're lying there
And I don't think so, but I won't say no
I don't really care I see it coming out tonight
When the sun goes down
And that's what gets me, that's what gets me
That's what gets me down to Two Bells Road
So come on Annie, meet me halfway
Down to Mehaffey Bridge
We'll go jumping and we'll go swimming
I've got lots to give I won't deny I want to see you in the sun...
Goo
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
113
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Goo
Goo
What if I walked you all the way home?
Would you ask me in for coffee?
Would you make me leave alone?
What if I took you half way around the world?
Bought you diamonds, bought you pearls.
Would you let me come inside?
I don't know where I'm going tonight
But I think if you would hold me everything would be alright
I know it's nothing new for you
But it's everything to me
When you're home all asleep so safe and tight
I'm the one that's in your hollow
Singing underneath your light
When you're out riding around on sunny days
I'm the one that's in the shadow
Hoping that you'll look my way
I don't know where I'm going tonight
But I think if you would hold me everything would be alright
I know it's nothing new for you
But it's everything to me
Maryann
Artist(s): Cowboy Angst
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 20% / Steven Casper (BMI) 80%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Country, Male Vocal, Rockabilly
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Dirty, Drifter, Drifting, Dust Bowl, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Homeless, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rootsy, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Swampy, Tired, Vagabond, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Violin
BPM:
134
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Maryann
Maryann
I spent last night with an angel who sang to me her song
She disappeared the next morning without taking me along
Well if I ever get to heaven I think I'll ring that bell
Because I've done my time on this old earth
And it felt a lot like hell
Chorus Maryann take my hand
You can lead me through my blindness
In this cracked and barren land
Maryann take my hand
With this simple act of kindness
You can help me understand
Some men they are sailors but I never learned to swim
You can find me in the shallows if you're kind invite me in
Chorus
Narcissus had his water Medusa had her snakes
When they looked into their own eyes they finally found their fate
Some men live their lives lost but unafraid
While I lie here in this bed of mistakes that I have made
Chorus
Dirty Work
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Davish Gold Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Gothic Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter, Southern Gothic
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Betrayal, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Devil, Dirty Work, Down Home, Down On Your Luck, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Evil, Good Ol' Boy, Gritty, Heartland, Hit Man, Hobo, Jail, Louisiana, Melancholy, Mess, Mid West, Moody, Murder, Prison, Railroad, Redemption, Redneck, Regret, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Sad, Searching, Seedy, Sinner, Soulful, Southern, Spaghetti Western, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Trouble, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar, Tambourine
BPM:
82
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dirty Work
Dirty Work
It ain't a pretty picture
But it's all I know
Been called a devil
Without a soul
My hands are stained
from those I've touched
Sometimes the price that's paid
Is way too much
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
If I believed
There was something else
I'd seek redemption
I'd save myself
I've never seen
Another way
I'll walk the walk, you know
No need to change
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
Have I betrayed
The world I know
Someday I hope and pray
that I will know
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
Too Late
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, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar
BPM:
85
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Too Late
Too Late
Ever just want to walk away?
Heard her say
Just for the day
Or is too late?
Ever just want a sunny day to fade to grey?
Can't find the shade
You're knowing it's too late?
Ever just want to walk away?
Instead you stay
To give it one more day
Knowing it's too late
Ever just want to run away?
Heard her say
Just for the day
Or is it too late?
Baa Baa Baa
Ever just want to walk away?
Heard her say
Just for the day
Or is too late?
Tell Me Quickly
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Travel, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
83
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Tell Me Quickly
Tell Me Quickly
Tell me quickly, tell me now
I've seen your face but I don't know how
Maybe somewhere from the road
You were not young and you were not old
Take my hand child, don't be afraid
'Cause I done seen those mines you've laid
And I'll just walk right over them
Jump around and come back again
'Cause all I really need is those little bees
To pollinate my little trees
That come up to my daughter's knees
She falls down laughing with the glee
That only children understand
When mud's been oozing through their hands
And bugs become their only friends
Watch them all come back again
It's no mystery I go insane
When that girl walks through the flame
Like she's done a million times
She comes right back for another try
Take it off, strip it down
Like buffalos lying on the ground
They never run and they never hide
They make you feel like crap inside
So tell me quickly, tell me now
I've seen your face, I don't know how
Maybe somewhere from the road
You were not young and you were not old
Take it off and lie it down
Leave them clothes there on the ground
Take my bones and take them home
I don't think I'll go alone
Not In Iowa
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Classic Rock, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Desperado, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Southern, Spaghetti Western, Spanish, Spanish Flavor, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Accordion, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
110
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Not In Iowa
I left my country home, I left the fields and plains
To feel the desert wind, escape the rain
But she saw me coming from a thousand miles away
She took my hand and asked my name
She led me to her house and fed me Spanish wine
And up 'till then I'd of swore I was doing fine
But she said you never smile and it's starting to creep me out
I should have listened to my doubt
So take that gun and make me swallow
And I'll be smiling forevermore
My head is spinning and my eyes can't find the door
I'm not in Iowa anymore
I miss my country home, I miss the corn and beans
This sand it's in my lungs, I could really use some rain
She turned the lights down and crept up close to me
So I would feel what I could not see
Just take that gun and make me swallow
And I'll be smiling forevermore
My hands are tied now and my feet won't touch the floor
I'm not in Iowa anymore
Not in Iowa anymore...
Drown In Alcohol
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Alcoholism, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Beer, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Midwest, Moody, Railroad, Raw, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
130
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Drown In Alcohol
You stumble right into the beat
Leave us there shuffling our feet
Staring down at the floor
You got no claim at all
None that you'd recall
Drown in alcohol
Move it over, to some other part of the mind
I'll try
Living on the outside in
It's a helluva way begin
Leaning hard on new friends
But you got no claim at all
Not that you'd recall
Drown in alcohol
It's all over and you can't hold her anymore
Where's the door?
So stumble right into the street
Scrape those bended knees
Tell me I'm a tease
But you got no claim at all
None that you'd recall
Drown in alcohol
Who Knows
Artist(s): Elijah Honey
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Writer(s):
Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Indie, Indie College Radio, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Chill, Contemplative, Cool, Dirty, Driving, Drugs, Garage, Gritty, Hip, Laid Back, Mellow, Paranoia, Passionate, Psychedelic, Retro, Soul Searching, Soulful, Throwback, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Harmonica, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
111
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Who Knows
It seems like tomorrow
Has now come too soon
There's a demon at the door
And it looks just like you
Maybe this is just another long goodbye
But I can't see it 'cos I'm so damn blind
Who knows?
Who knows the truth?
Not me, baby
Who knows?
Who knows the truth?
Not you
You saw me bleeding down on the floor
You heard me begging
For someone to save my soul
Maybe I left myself far too exposed
Maybe I'm too far gone
From who I was before
Who knows?
Who knows the truth?
Not me, baby
Who knows?
Who knows the truth?
Not you
"Not they
Not them
I've been losing sleep
I've been losing sleep
Paranoia, paranoia creeping over me
Creeping through my veins
I can't tell what is what anymore
Who knows?
Who knows the truth?
I can't tell anymore
Who knows?
Who knows the truth?
Who knows?
Who knows the truth?
I'm moving like a silhouette
Moving like a silhouette
Where I am ain't where it's at
Who knows?
Who knows the truth?
I don't know, I don't know
Who knows?
Who knows the truth?
Who knows the truth now, now?
Not me
Not you
This paranoia comes creeping over me
Ain't nothing, ain't nothing what it seems
I can't tell which way to turn
I can't tell who I am
Is it me, or is it them?
I don't know
Who knows?
Who knows?.....
The Doctor
Artist(s): Cowboy Angst
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Writer(s):
Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 20% / Steven Casper (BMI) 80%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues Rock, Country, Male Vocal, Rockabilly
Keywords:
Aggressive, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Brash, Dark, Depression, Dirty, Drifter, Drifting, Dust Bowl, Gritty, Heartland, Hobo, Homeless, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Roadhouse, Rootsy, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Swampy, Tough, Vagabond, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
125
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Doctor
The Doctor
Moses came down from the mountain one day
He said I've got ten rules you all must obey
But you there boy you've got another one or two
Goddamn the Doctor put a curse on you
My head is swimming I've got ringing in my ears
My eyes are clouding up from to many tears
And a little voice keeps saying as it's tightening
Up the screws
Goddamn the Doctor put a curse on you
Goddamn the Doctor
Goddamn the Doctor
Goddamn the Doctor
Goddamn the Doctor put a curse on you
I'm in the hospital room twenty-two
The sheets are up high and I'm wondering what to do
The IV's singing out a lonesome tune
Goddamn the Doctor put a curse on you
Chorus
I'm in the alley standing in the dark
The only sound is the beating of my heart
I've got my stiletto the blades cold and true
I'm gonna get that Doctor if it's the last thing I do
Chorus
So Spiritual
Artist(s): Elijah Honey
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Writer(s):
Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Alternative Rock, Blues, Blues Rock, Indie, Indie College Radio, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Chill, College, Cool, Dark, Dirty, Driving, Drug Trip, Drugs, Emotional, Garage, High, Hip, Hipster, Laid Back, Mellow, Obsessive, Passionate, Psychedelic, Relaxed, Retro, Seductive, Sexy, Silver Lake, Soulful, Stoned, Throwback, Trippy, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
115
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
So Spiritual
Hands across your mouth We won't come back down
While the city sleeps
Your soul kiss is so sweet
And we fall like rain
It's so spiritual
It's so spiritual
It's so spiritual
There's a fire in your eyes
A thousand burning lies
And the ghosts you keep
Speak in tongues to me
I feel it in my veins
It's so spiritual
It's so spiritual
It's so spiritual
It's so spiritual
It's so spiritual
It's so spiritual
That I'm trippin' on you right now
I just want to let you know
I just want to let you know
That I'm trippin' on you right now
I just want to let you know
I just want to let you know
Wild Love
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, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
126
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wild Love
Wild Love
Ain't nothing special about it
So go on and shout it when you walk in the room
Don't need to worry 'bout your mama
No your papa he won't be home soon
Now the room is spinning
You're beginning to see the night turn to day
The sweat it runs together
Yeah he's thinking you might give it away.
Ain't nothing to it so girl just do it now...
You think you're something special
God's gift when your hips start to sway
You feel him sliding over
A spinning collection on promises made
Yeah there ain't nothing to it so girl just do it now...
Ain't nothing to it so girl just do it now...
All right
Okay
Tonight
Don't wait
Wild love Wild love Wild love Wild love.....
Sunday Afternoon
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Boxcar, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Travel, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
96
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sunday Afternoon
Sunday Afternoon
Yesterday was just like any other day it came and it was gone to the left, corner of my eye And I felt so unusual, having never stayed up To see the dawn going down, west coast eyes And I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Have you ever seen a Midwest sky late at night? When the rain starts coming down, it takes away your sight And you can run for cover as you try to run and hide You might scramble through the bushes to try and find some light But I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Hey now, do you really want to be? Hey now could you really forsake me? No I don't want you in the morning I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Well I ran into nothing Thursday afternoon He came up through the basement, came into my room So you're the one that says he only takes what he can get And leaves us on the sidewalk, a fading cigarette No I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
So yesterday was just like any other day It came and it was gone to the left, corner of my eye And I felt so unusual, it was almost inconceivable I'd stayed up through the moonlight, west coast thighs But I don't want you in the morning And I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Hey now, do you really want to be? Hey now could you really forsake me? No I don't want you in the morning I won't see you on your Sunday afternoon
Someone Cries
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, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Desperado, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
110
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Someone Cries
Someone Cries
It's gonna be a long cold winter
Feel it on the wind tonight
The leaves are on the ground down near the gutter
The skies are gray and everything has died
I never went out looking for your affection
It's all fun and games 'til someone cries
I must have looked like I needed some protection
My clothes all dirty ragged and tired
But I was on my feet I had some direction
Had enough to eat, yeah I was doing fine
I never went out looking for your attention
It's all fun and games 'till someone cries...
Johnson County Snow
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Female Vocal, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Iowa, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
123
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Johnson County Snow
Johnson County Snow
She got older, and you can't hold her Her higher calling takes her slowly out the door To some oasis, where you can't follow You're just a shadow of the man she knew before
She said she'd write soon, when she got settled Like the lovers who pretend they'll stay good friends The smell is fading from the pillow The dying flowers that you don't know where to send
Lay down, Lay down
So come on back stage, amongst the ashtrays I'm sure you'll finds somewhere to sleep now Clementine The phone's a ringing, come early morning You best be running now to make it out on time
Lay down, Lay down
Come back someday, and we'll go driving Out to Solon, where we blew out long ago You'll be laughing and I'll be older Still contented in this Johnson County Snow
Lay down, Lay down
House of Mud
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar
BPM:
99
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
House of Mud
House of Mud
I love my house made of mud
I love my house made of mud
It's not fit for children and it's not fit for a wife
I love my house made of mud
Don't want no one weeping when I'm gone
Don't want no one weeping when I'm gone
'Cause I've had some high times, man I had my fun
Don't want no one weeping when I'm gone
Won't someone please take my poor dog?
Won't someone please take my poor dog?
He stays awful quiet and he does not eat too much
Won't someone please take my poor dog?
Think I'll go die in my house of mud
Think I'll go die in my house of mud
'Cause lately I've been dreaming and I do believe it's time
Think I'll go die in my house of mud
Hayseed Girl
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
76
Key:
F♯/G♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hayseed Girl
Hayseed Girl
Hayseed girl
A country queen of the likes you've never seen
Hayseed girl
Kissin' cousins, you gotta love 'em
She'll tear your heart to pieces
And leave you crying on the ground
She'll take you down, to the river
And lay you down on sheets of linen
You won't shower and she won't care
She lets the ribbons fall down from her hair
Then tears your heart to pieces
And leaves you crying on the ground
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