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Supply And Demand
Artist(s): Tom Jessen's Dimestore Outfit
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Angry, Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Defiant, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Driving, Fields, Groove Change, Hardworking, Heartland, Highway, Hillbilly, Job, Memories, Political, Poor, Roots, Rough, Social Commentary, Society, Southern, Storyteller, Struggle, Tempo Change, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Truck Stop, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM Modulation:
138 to 85
Key:
C
Tempo Modulation:
Medium/Midtempo to Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Supply And Demand
You wonder why I can never look you in the eye
well I've memorized every pattern on this floor
Her eyes are so naked I feel as if I'm intruding
if I look at them too long
I projected your deceptive emotion
like a summer vacation slideshow
but I guess there was something else
behind that holiday smile
your ballet mirages and my one way economics
fall prey to wistful invention
I'll supply the expectations and demand that you be true
well I know I'm talking cliches and turning verbal tricks
but even the cheesiest love songs in a bar
turn profound when you're three sheets to the wind
I could change this whiskey to water
but to you it's just pathetic heresy
sometimes when there's nothing left to do
I sit stacked and smoke myself silly
and make myself break down
because i guess i feel it's the thing I should do
I could toss around the word love like a boomerang
but I lost my catcher's mask
you wear your skepticism with rubber boots
and chastity wrapped in a cast
and maybe the mailbox might hold simple salvation
and i've seen the future in a crystal glass of beer
and I ain't pretending that understand a thing
but this ignorance is blistering
but open wounds dry clean
Just Can't See It
Artist(s): Tom Jessen
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Angry, Bar, Blue Collar, Car, Conflict, Countryside, Deep South, Down Home, Drinking, Driving, Fed Up, Fields, Heartland, Highway, Ominous, Political, Pollution, Roots, Rough, Searching, Social Commentary, Southern, Storyteller, Struggle, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Truck Stop, Twangy, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
154
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Just Can't See It
They just can't see it approaching the precipice
burying the needle like they know the address
top down with a megaphone
they're so sure this road is leading us toward the horizon
They're waving the flag and laying on the horn
dodging potholes throughout this consumer wasteland
Keep burying those spent rods in the ground
until the plate shifts and causes the effects we see now
engorged smokestacks seeding the sky
while evacuating waste in a river going by
From the sky the cities look like growing malignancies
It's coming around what goes around
it's going to take us all out at the knees
Can't sustain much longer, the gilded and the squalor
like rolling bubbles of mercury
consolidating into a ruling entity
now the money's got the wheel
and we're all looking at each other not believing that this is real
the parts are snapping off under the speed
what was once crucial pieces are now just debris
How'd you expect anything more
thinking freedom was at the store
packaged under the guise of need
at what cultural cost do we put our faith
in exponentially growing technology
Yeah they just can't see it approaching the precipice
burying the needle like they know the address
Yeah they just can't see it
Bootstraps
Artist(s): Tom Jessen
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Angry, Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Defiant, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Driving, Fields, Hardworking, Heartland, Highway, Hillbilly, Job, Memories, Political, Poor, Roots, Rough, Social Commentary, Society, Southern, Storyteller, Struggle, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Truck Stop, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
142
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bootstraps
White folks slinging slurs from their lips
they can't figure out what the hell these peoples problem is
they say they're just lazy, violent and they're all on crack
why can't they pull themselves up by the bootstraps
hard when your second hand shoes are blown out
start in a hole with no way to get out
Ain't got no daddy to give them a job
ain't got no connections from a country club
school's are all closing in the neighborhood
got passed over on a raffle to attend the ones that are good
watching from the outside everybody living their life
start in the dark with no lantern to light
They keep driving this belief that cannot yield
while tearing up the grass on their equal playing field
the game is rigged and the players have been picked
to the point where effort is benched and seems almost pointless
Maybe there's a reason, maybe there's a cause
at least a quiet understanding that might give you pause
you can bounce around your house, affirm your beliefs
when there's wide open spaces seen from the streets
put on your shoes and catch a different kind of scene
you might just appreciate something that you see
They keep driving this belief that cannot yield
while tearing up the grass on their equal playing field
the game is rigged and the players have been picked
to the point where effort is spent and seems almost pointless
White folks slinging slurs from their lips
they can't figure out what the hell these peoples problem is
They live on food stamps I pay for from my federal tax
why can't they pull themselves up by the bootstraps
I've earned everything that's come to me
give 'em an inch and we'll end up the minority
57 Chevy
Artist(s): Tom Jessen's Dimestore Outfit
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Car, Countryside, Deep South, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Driving, Fields, Flashback, Heartland, Highway, Memories, Remembering, Roots, Rough, Searching, Southern, Storyteller, Struggle, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Truck Stop, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM:
118
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
57 Chevy
Surrounded by snow and friends I don't know
I drive buy that 57 Chevy in the lot
I'm putting in my time but it's too slow going by
pretending to get wise and quit my job
Gotta enough money to buy that 57
turn the radio on and I'm just floating over the pavement
ain't nothing back there I haven't already found
Bobby's found work as a daytime cook
but that don't make him any less lost as me
behind the black barred prison
lacking in decision
easy to settle for blind picket fence security
Judy's scared thinking she's in love with someone else
Her pictures lying shotgun next to me
I'm gonna write her a letter, telling her maybe it's better
than a straightjacket smile in the passenger's seat
Pump Pump
Artist(s): Tom Jessen
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Angry, Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Defiant, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Driving, Fields, Hardworking, Heartland, Highway, Hillbilly, Job, Memories, Political, Poor, Roots, Rough, Social Commentary, Society, Southern, Storyteller, Struggle, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Truck Stop, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
146
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pump Pump
Well I know it's late and you might be tired
But you gotta come over and watch us light the water on fire
Damnedest thing, it does it every time
the water burns better than gasoline
We all watched we they drilled a big hole in the ground
they took the water up top and shot a shitload of it on down
and just for that they gave us a huge pile of cash
but we've gone through all of it
on veterinarian and medical bills
Don't know what we're gonna do now
can't sell this land, can't sell this house
yeah the suits sing,
pump pump, quake quake
Just think of all the money that we're going to make
Pump Pump, quake quake
Just think of all the money that we're going to make
It's going to create jobs that's their usually answer
they give you the job and the water gives you cancer
and a study paid for by the industry claims everything is safe
as safe as far as they can see
You got no money you got no voice
while black briefcases grease those DC boys
Pump Pump, quake quake
just think of all the money that we're going to make
Drill baby drill, drill baby drill
there's gold just sitting there in the shale
Black Sheep
Artist(s): Tom Jessen's Dimestore Outfit
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Male Vocal, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alone, Bar, Blue Collar, Car, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Driving, Heartland, Highway, Lonely, Loner, Lost, Memories, Outcast, Remembering, Roots, Rough, Searching, Southern, Storyteller, Struggle, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Truck Stop, Twangy, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Horns, Organ, Strings
BPM:
122
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Black Sheep
Well he switched to a taller glass of something harder
and started asking for phone numbers and trouble
and he always stands a little too close to you
throwing words and ideas in the air he thought he could juggle
Woah black sheep, the flock left him behind
Somewhere down the road he lost sight of what he was trying to find
Well he's a kick in the pants
and a prayer away from anything I'd understand
a misguided inventor, a general and a thief all rolled into one
and I flip flop between anger and pity
and I only stop after it's calloused with apathy
I can hear it in every confident word
the frustration in trying to assure himself what he says is true
sputtering like a car trying to soak up the last drop of fuel
shivering like a child
with faith built on crutches and a sigh
backsliding on the defense
that you can't burn your bridges when they haven't been built yet
burn your bridges when they haven't been built yet
And he said,
when will it finally end
when will it finally sweep me up in a ray of sunlight and carry me like a bird
I tried to grab the keys but he moaned he was fine
and then he tripped out into the street
and gave himself up to the night
Oh black sheep you gonna try and run and hide
somewhere down the road he lost sight of what he was trying to find
trying to find
Well he once was found but now he's lost
Pepper Spray
Artist(s): Tom Jessen's Dimestore Outfit
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Indie Rock, Male Vocal, Roots Rock
Keywords:
Angry, BBQ, Bar, Blue Collar, Car, Cops, Countryside, Crowd, Cynical, Deep South, Defiant, Down Home, Driving, Fed Up, Fields, Heartland, Highway, Police, Political, Protest, Roots, Rough, Searching, Social Commentary, Society, Southern, Struggle, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Truck Stop, Twangy, War, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard
BPM:
120
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pepper Spray
I saw the crowds, I saw them shouting them down.
Chanting "shame on you, shame on you!"
Cops had hands on night sticks with nervous looks behind plastic
facing an army of cell phone camera crews
It makes you want to curse, setting off vibrations in the universe
with a shock wave slapping the stupid senseless
But I've got a paralysis of heart, hesitating to jump start
under the weight of it all seeming useless
Pepper Spray from a top down "OK"
Just give the word and this embarrassment will go away
It's a goddamn election year,
the media will jump on this like a horsefly on a steer
and I need it gone!
The cops traded in their blues and their citation pads
for training in military tactics, swat teams and battering rams
tell them they're fighting a war, fit them with military drag
and they'll raid your house, shoot your dog, and bust you for a dime bag
Now it's force first, 'cause there's no consequences for using it
they'll taser you to comply and arrest you for dissent
when the public gets violent everybody says they were out of their minds
when the state gets violent we accept it as justified
Pepper Spray from a top down "OK"
just give the word and this embarrassment will go away
If you build it they will come
gives our constituents jobs and it gives cops M16 guns
Will you comply? Will you comply?
You have the freedom to do as we tell you
Let It Go
Artist(s): Tom Jessen's Dimestore Outfit
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Country, Indie Rock, Male Vocal, Roots Rock
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Car, Countryside, Deep South, Down Home, Driving, Encouragement, Fields, Heartland, Highway, Inspirational, Motivational, Political, Roots, Rough, Searching, Southern, Struggle, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Truck Stop, Twangy, Upbeat, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Horns, Organ, Strings
BPM:
124
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Let It Go
Can you hear this big ol' world squeaking on it's axis?
like bicycle spokes left out in the rain
do you have rusty resolutions
you been trying to put in motion and practice?
and all effort to crawl out of bed seem to be in vain
aw, babe let it go!
Is it all broken by the wayside?
Do you see it stuck high up in a tree?
You'll break your back hoisting that baggage
Drop it babe and walk away
Let it go!
Do they lay it on you
like a blanket of stones?
with the strictest intentions
to bust all your bones
hey babe, GO!
Let it go!
When you find yourself on a plane
with your treasure maps and your suitcase
why do you run from place to place
trying to find it and explain it all away
Let it go!
Made In The USA
Artist(s): Tom Jessen's Dimestore Outfit
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Heartland Rock, Indie Rock, Male Vocal, Roots Rock
Keywords:
Angry, BBQ, Bar, Blue Collar, Car, Countryside, Cynical, Deep South, Defiant, Down Home, Driving, Fed Up, Fields, Heartland, Highway, Political, Protest, Roots, Rough, Searching, Social Commentary, Society, Southern, Struggle, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Truck Stop, Twangy, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
150
Key:
D
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Made In The USA
It's putting food on someone's table
proudly made in the USA
put to use in other countries
producing our enemies straightaway
not much in the way of detective work
stenciled right there on the casing
when you don't know who dropped it in your dirt
you're gonna blame the guy who made it
Mental concussive blast
dirty bombs from the chest
looking to take out their rage
made in the USA
Their labor takes out someone's daughter
it pays for theirs to go to school
they don't think about what it's for
throwing away their money on the football pool
assembly lines produce resentment
factories sowing revenge and rage
as long as they keep making them
it secures the reason for why their made
silent drones float in other countries
behind clouds in the sky
some pilot in California on the handles
dismembers kids and widows the wives
they want to call it incidental
it's just a shrug from the brass
then they look on dumbfounded
when they see them burning effigies and American flags
they want to escalate the effort
wipe 'em out to the core
for every one combatant killed
it creates four more
4AM
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, 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?
East Elm Street
Artist(s): Tom Jessen's Dimestore Outfit
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Writer(s):
Thomas Anthony Jessen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Instrumental, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Bar, Bittersweet, Blue Collar, Car, Countryside, Death, Dirge, Down Home, Drumroll, Fanfare, Funeral, Funeral March, Heartland, Highway, Louisiana, March, Melancholy, New Orleans, Remembering, Roots, Rough, Sad, Solemn, Southern, Street Funeral, Tears, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Trouble, Twangy, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Horns
BPM:
74
Key:
C
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
3/4
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
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.....
Where I Come From
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:
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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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:
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?
Leave It Here
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:
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...
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
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
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...
Walk Away
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:
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...
Hard Eyes
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, 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...
Forgotten
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:
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
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