Tracks Similar To Better Than You
4AM
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
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Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartache, Heartland, Hobo, Late Night, Memories, Mid West, Missing You, Moody, Reflective, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Lap Steel Guitar
BPM:
62
Key:
D
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
4AM
It's 4am. Sorry for calling. So how you been?
Bet you're still out on the ocean. With all those notions. In the sunshine.
Guess the ocean's OK. I'm back in the cornfields. Where I'll stay.
But hey...It's OK. I don't really miss you...'cept when I miss you.
You know your Mama still calls me? Asks me how I been. Tells me you're too thin.
Lord knows she don't like your new friend. Don't know where he's been. Don't know where he's sinned.
But hey...it's OK. I don't really miss you...'cept when I miss you.
It's 4am. Sorry for calling. So how you been?
Where I Come From
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Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
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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:
110
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Where I Come From
Where I come from we don't walk too proud
We don't talk too loud...when we talk at all
Where I come from we keep one eye on the sky
And the local weatherman always seems to make us cry
For the corn, and the weed, and the beans
Where I come from folks don't tend to stick around
There ain't too much going on
In this sleepy little town
Where I come from we're up dawn 'til dusk
In the cold and the rain with the snow and the dust
For the corn, and the weed, and the beans
Don't tell us how to be Don't tread on me
Where I come from folks they always say hi
When they shake your hand
They look you in the eye
Where I come from we don't lock our doors
We have more than enough
And don't need anymore
From the corn, and the weed, and the beans
From the corn, and the weed, and the beans
Mommy Was A Punk Rock Queen
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
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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:
100
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mommy Was A Punk Rock Queen
Have you ever seen her when she walks into the room?
Better keep your eyes below her boy she'll cut you in two
And she won't even notice if you try and catch her eye
Yeah she knows all you local boys, you best not even try
She still wants to be anarchy
And every day come 5 o'clock, she'll be downtown belly-up
At any happy hour that will still have her around
She's a bit past 54 and she don't pogo anymore
The tattoos they're all fading and she can't afford to score
She still wants to be anarchy
But have you seen her?
Have you seen her smile?
She's got staples in her cheeks, and she thinks that Nirvana's weak
The Pistols and the Misfits is all she will listen to
Yeah Mommy was a punk rock girl, chase her down and she might hurl
That venom you've been looking for but you know you'll never use
She still wants to be anarchy
But have you seen her?
Have you seen her?
Have you seen her smile?
Forgotten
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
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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:
95
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Forgotten
Picking through the pieces of your ever changing mind
You're not worried about the tomorrow
Or the ones you left behind
In case you've forgotten...that was me
I know I didn't show you all my loving like I should
Tried to keep you as warm and safe and happy as I could
So in case you've forgotten...
It seems that you've forgotten...
I'm sorry you've forgotten me
So go ahead and run away
Go ahead and try to find something new
There ain't no one out there girl
That could ever love you like I do
Do you think you'll find somebody
Who could be a better Daddy than me?
Girl don't you remember all those plans made over tea?
In case you've forgotten...that was me
And I know we were young girl
I know we didn't know just what to do
But do you ever wonder?
Did you really think this whole thing through?
So in case you've forgotten...
It seems that you've forgotten...
I'm sorry you've forgotten me
Yonder
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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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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
Walk Away
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
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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:
88
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Walk Away
So she don't love me that way
There's nothing left to do tonight but turn and walk away
And find some quiet little space
And pray to God I never have to see her pretty face
Again, Lord not again
Been down this road before I swore I'd never come again
Still too young to not be moved
Too old to be improved
Out here in the middle we got too damn much to lose
I know I'm not pretty enough
Lord knows I'm not rich enough
But keep it simple girl and I just might keep up
Again, Lord not again
Been down her road so many times It hardly seemed a sin
No she don't love me like that
Ahh the pregnant pause
Staring at the walls and I can't take those words back
I should keep my big mouth shut
Where's my Iowa? Hold it in boy And let the liquor prop you up
Again, Lord not again
Been down that road before
I swore I'd never come again
No she don't love me that way
There's nothing left to do tonight
But turn and walk away...
Leave It Here
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
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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:
111
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Leave It Here
What if you don't love me?
Like I love you?
What if you don't want me?
Like I want you?
Would you meet me in the middle?
Or love me just a little?
Just enough girl... to keep me around?
When you come walking right up to me
And I'm so blinded I can't see
That you don't love me
No you don't love me
Do you dear?
So let's be clear
Would you meet me in the middle?
Or love me just a little?
Just enough girl... to keep me around?
You come waltzing right up to me
You lean in on me and I can barely breathe
But you don't love me
No you don't love me
Do you dear?
So let's be clear
That you don't love me
No you don't love me
Do you dear?
Let's just leave it here...
Tell Me (You're The One)
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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
Plain Jane
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Americana, Alternative Country, Americana, Heartland Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Southern Rock
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Emotional, Gritty, Guitar Solo, Heartland, Love, Mid West, Relationship, Roadhouse, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Strong, Struggle, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Vagabond, Whiskey, Wife, Women, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
94
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Plain Jane
You're so plain Jane
And you're so strange Jane
Don't ever change, ever Jane
You won't walk Jane
And you won't talk Jane
Don't ever change, ever Jane
She's just the one to relieve you of your gun
She will kick you in your head
When you're on your podium
She's wants the world, just your ordinary girl
You won't find her in the restroom
With her diamonds and her pearls
You won't say Jane
And you won't play Jane
Don't ever change, ever Jane
And you're so strange Jane
You're so plain Jane
Don't ever change, ever Jane
Don't ever change, ever Jane
Do you recall when she took you by the balls?
And she hung you from ceiling
Hung you from the walls
You know you love her
And you cannot live without that Jane
Can't live without that Jane
Where's The Love
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
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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, Waltz, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
83
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
3/4
Lyrics:
Where's The Love
I know you can't love me
I still wish you could
I know you won't call me
But I was hoping that you would
I don't know your questions
I won't judge your sins
Your answer is always money
Has it always been?
Wheres the love, where's the love?
Where's your Love?
Where's the love?
Momma she told me I'd meet one like you
Who'd break me to pieces and leave me Without any glue
So show me the novel that you'll never write
I'll show you the poet I'm sleeping with tonight
Wheres the love, where's the love?
Where's your Love?
Where's the love?
I know you can't love me
I still wish you could
I know you won't call me
But I was praying that you would
Like A Rose
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Ballad, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Ballad, 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, Guitar
BPM:
94
Key:
G
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Like A Rose
I've been drunk and I've been dry. I prefer the former 'cause the latter makes me cry. But it's all gone when Mama sighs. She knows I'm out here every single night.
And I loved you like a rose. That's been picked and is dry as my nose. I should turn you loose I suppose. 'Cause there's no music left for us... To compose.
And these hands don't work no more. Some days I feel death coming, coming like a whore. Who has been left outside too long. Never worried 'bout ever being wrong. Are you ever worried 'bout ever being wrong?
Hard Eyes
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Writer(s):
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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, Explicit Lyrics, 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:
80
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hard Eyes
Well here we go again, same old shit it happens every year
You could come stay with me, hell bring the kids, all you gotta do is lose that beer
You just think I'm mean, you'd rather drink gasoline
Than leave this bar with me tonight
You're too young for those hard eyes
If you're gonna drive away, the least you could do is buckle up them kids
Hell even Superman crashed and burned and how would you live with that?
You just think I'm wrong and you think you're too strong to ever come down to this
You're too young for those hard eyes
You can't blame momma boy she always let us run
You can't blame poppa he was dead before we were grown
You can't blame me 'cause I'm your only living kin I'm the only one fool enough to keep on dragging your drunk ass in
And here comes Christmas time, what kind of show you gonna put on for Jesus this year?
Your kids are getting older now, late at night they start to hide your beer
They know you'll be gone, that the pull on you is too strong When you're out in the neon light
You just come undone, Lord and you just gotta run down them demons every night You're too young for those hard eyes
You're too young for those hard eyes...
Just Shoot Me
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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
Goo
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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
Least I'm Not Alone
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Heartland, Introspective, Mid West, Nebraska, Railroad, Reflective, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Spanish Flavor, Story Tellers, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train Beat, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
Year Recorded:
2016
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Least I'm Not Alone
So I jumped off here distally
There's nothing like the harmony
of knowing that the farthest point of origin will protect me
From all the empty promises
All the things that speak to me
and it's OK if I just stay at home
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And I don't mind if you're not really here
I know it's truncated but clear
for all the world see
That you're here staring back at me
Hoping for some lateral device to pull the covers from my eyes
'Cause all these layers come and go
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And night time's when it all starts getting strange
Wish I could simple rearrange that little part of me that lusts for the lobotomy
I need a little talking to and that's the door that you come through
To keep this boy from sinking like a stone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And I don't mind if you're not really here
I know you're nothing I should fear.
The world don't have to see that you're here standing next to me
'Cause I jumped off here distally
and there's nothing like the harmony of all these layers singing me back home
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
City At Night
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, Changes, City, Crime, Danger, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Energetic, Fear, Gritty, Guns, Heartland, Hometown, Mid West, Roadhouse, Rough, Seedy, Sleazy, Southern, Streets, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Vagabond, Violence, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
96
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
City At Night
City at night
Afraid to walk in your hometown
Stay in tight
Take a good look around
'Cuz it aint right
Afraid to go out all alone
Your city at night
When you're sitting
in your kitchen
See the headlines
Another gun goes off and you're swimming in it
City at night
Take it up and take it down
Stay in tight
Take a good look around
'Cuz when you're gone,
they'll say prayers and then move on
Your city at night
When you're sitting
in your kitchen
See the headlines.
Another gun goes off and you're swimming in it
Little Miss Cheetah
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 Americana, Alternative Country, Alternative Folk, Americana, Country, Folk, Folk Rock, 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:
58
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Little Miss Cheetah
My table's number 264
They let me come early
I slide in through the backstage door
For my little Miss Cheetah
My baby works all night long
She's moving and shaking and dancing
To the Whitesnake songs
My little Miss Cheetah
With her silvery tassels that are drawing heat
On a Schwinn low-rider with banana seat
My Little Miss Cheetah
She'll take you anywhere she wants to
And hide out with all the things that haunt you
But she wants you Like a tattoo
My baby sleeps all day long
We try to keep quiet when we notice the curtains are drawn
For my Little Miss Cheetah
She never gets away for long
Sometimes she goes crazy
And she drive til the money's all gone
My Little Miss Cheetah
With her silvery tassels that are drawing heat
On a Schwinn low-rider with banana seat
My Little Miss Cheetah
She'll take you anywhere she wants to
And hide out with all the things that haunt you
But she wants you Like a tattoo
My table's number 264
They let me come early I slide in through the backstage door
For my little Miss Cheetah
Brand New Bag
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Change, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Fuzzy, Grungy, Heartland, Hobo, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Raw, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Southern, Struggle, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Turmoil, Vagabond
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
123
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Brand New Bag
My baby has got a brand new bag
You notice when she starts to drag
She loves me, but she hates me too
She says that I'm a lot like you
A lot like you...
Hey.. Do you want me?
Do you miss me?
Would you kiss me?
Are we lovers like no others?
Or just playing under covers?
When you touch me I go crazy
When you're sleeping you look amazing
Are you coming back tomorrow?
For your love I'd beg, steal or borrow
My baby has got a brand new bag
You notice when she starts to drag
She loves me, but she hates me too
She says that I'm a lot like you
A lot like you...
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
Young American
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:
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, Swamp, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
100
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Young American
Young American
He don't like working, he just likes smoking He don't like voting but he'll tell you what he wants He don't like Sundays and he don't like Mondays He don't like nothing, his Daddy taught him that
How's the wind blow, with that Nintendo Blowing though his holy sacred quiet room? And do you really, need to be haunted? Can't you see the truth that's there in front of you?
He's just a young American, down on his knees just a young American, he won't say please just a young American, down on his luck just a young American, don't give a...
Lately no one will go out riding To raise that cain you thought you'd always have and own Now it's too crowded and no one's listening And while they're talking you'd rather be alone
He's just a young American, down on his knees just a young American, he won't say please just a young American, down on his luck just a young American, don't give a...
It gets so quiet when you're sleeping Hard to imagine that you're still here anyway The morning's harder, with swollen ashtrays They take you down a notch and start you on your way
He's just a young American, down on his knees just a young American, he won't say please just a young American, down on his luck just a young American, don't give a...
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?
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
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
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
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