Tracks Similar To Never Trust A Politician
Don't Let the Travellin' Get You Down
Artist(s): Jonas Friddle
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Writer(s):
Jonas Friddle (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Folk
Subcategories:
Americana, Indie Americana, Indie Singer Songwriter, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Encouragement, Heartland, Introspective, Mid West, Railroad, Rambler, Reflective, Road Song, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Southern, Story Tellers, Train Beat, Traveler, Traveling, Vagabond, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Harmonica
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
110
Key:
C
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Let the Travellin' Get You Down
DON'T LET THE TRAVELLIN' GET YOU DOWN
VERSE 1
Don't let the traveling' get you down
Don't let it get you down
There's many a wonder to see in this world
If you don't let the traveling' get you down
VERSE 2
Don't let the leaving' hold you back
Don't let it hold you back
There's many a friend down the railroad track
If you don't let the leaving' hold you back
VERSE 3
Don't let the time spent make you stay
Don't let it make you stay
Time must fly and so must I
Don't let the time spent make you stay
VERSE 4
Don't let the travelin' get you down
Don't let it get you down
I'll see you someday on the bright highway
If you don't let the traveling' get you down
All Along That Mystic Highway
Artist(s): Tom Martin
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Writer(s):
Thomas Martin (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Folk
Subcategories:
Americana, Indie Americana, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Heartland, Introspective, Mid West, Nebraska, Railroad, Rambler, Reflective, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Southern, Story Tellers, Train Beat, Traveler, Traveling, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Banjo, Harmonica
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
95
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
All Along That Mystic Highway
ALL ALONG THAT MYSTIC HIGHWAY
VERSE 1
Like a gypsy rambler, since I left my home
Makin' friends of strangers, who let me rest my bones
All Along That Mystic Highway
VERSE 2
Some say the road's a passage, to a deeper life within
Some say you might find answers, if you listen to the wind
All Along That Mystic Highway
VERSE 3
Well the road will learn you lessons, and he don't tell no lies
Says if you keep on wonderin' son, you might find paradise
All Along That Mystic Highway
CHORUS
Lord I know I must keep on rollin'
When the wind is callin' my name
Yes I know I must keep on rollin'
All Along That Mystic Highway
VERSE 4
I may be walkin' into danger, may be walkin' to my doom
I may be walkin' into the glory, of the good Lord's parlor room
All Along That Mystic Highway
VERSE 5
Well the dusty road is my friend, we go back to when
The silhouetted mountains, they gave my heart a spin
All Along That Mystic Highway
CHORUS (2X)
TAG OUT
All Along That Mystic Highway
It's The Light
Artist(s): Daniel Young
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Writer(s):
Daniel Buehner (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Folk
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Indie Americana, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Earthy, Encouragement, Heartland, Hope, Introspective, Mid West, Railroad, Rambler, Reflective, Road Song, Roadhouse, Searching, Southern, Story Tellers, Train Beat, Traveler, Traveling, Vagabond, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitars
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
93
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
It's The Light
IT'S THE LIGHT
VERSE 1
I was singin' songs in the darkness.
I was singin' songs towards the light.
Well I couldn't gain ground, couldn't stand up.
I couldn't stand up anymore.
VERSE 2
I was singin' songs in the darkness.
I was singin' songs in the night.
Well I couldn't stand up, couldn't gain ground,
Couldn't stand up anymore.
CHORUS
Its the darkness, I suppose
It's the light that gets me goin'.
It's the light that gets me goin' again.
It's the darkness that gets me down.
It's the light that gets me up.
It's the light that gets me goin' again.
VERSE 3
I was singin' songs 'bout them angels
I was singin' songs about the night
Is heaven gonna let me in, in the doors above?
Is it gonna get me down or get me up?
CHORUS
Sands Of Time
Artist(s): Radio Villains
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Writer(s):
Paul Otten (BMI) 50% / Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Folk
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Alternative Rock, Blues Rock, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Anti Establishment, Apocalypse, Bar, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Crime, Defiant, Drifter, Gritty, Heartland, Highway, Impending, Mid West, Omen, Open Road, Outspoken, Poetic, Political, Protest, Resistance, Revolution, Rising, Roadhouse, Southern, Streets, Tough, Travel, Trouble, United, Vagabond
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Percussion, Shakers, Tambourine
BPM:
179
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sands Of Time
I tell you my friend
There's trouble ahead
Just along the road
Around the bend
There's a bitter wind
Of change blowing in
And nothing good
Is gonna come of it
We're standing at the edge
Staring down into the abyss
We're hanging by a thread
But it's too late
We can't hold back
The sands of time
They're blurring the lines
With secrets and lies
And we're too blind
To see the warning signs
They're sowing the seeds
Of hatred and fear
And somebody
Will have to pay the price
We're standing at the edge
Staring down into the abyss
We're hanging by a thread
But it's too late
You can't hold back
The sands of time
The sands of time
I tell you my friend
There's trouble ahead
Just along the road
Around the bend
There's a bitter wind
Of change blowing in
And nothing good
Is gonna come of it
And it's too late
We can't hold back
We're standing at the edge
Staring down into the abyss
We're hanging by a thread
Staring down into the abyss
We're standing at the edge
Staring down into the abyss
We're hanging by a thread
But it's too late
You can't hold back
The sands of time
The sands of time
The sands of time
The sands of time
The White Birds
Artist(s): Simplesong John
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Folk
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Alternative, Americana, Female Vocal, Folk, Indie, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Affirming, Dreams, Earnest, Earthy, Empowering, Feel Good, Finger picking, Freedom, Friendly, Fun, Gentle, Good Natured, Innocent, Mellow, Natural, Organic, Passionate, Relationship, Relaxed, Sincere, Uplifting, Youth
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, French Horn, Hammered Dulcimer, Organ, Tambourine, Xylophone
BPM:
118
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The White Birds
Yeah when all your words get stuck in your throat
Hey oh
And when you think, well that's all she wrote
Hey oh
Find out who you can be
Now come with me
We'll fly like the white birds
And all that we'll say are the right words
We'll dream our dreams for all they're worth
And come back to earth
Yeah whenever we're lost, or whenever we're found
Hey oh
We get right up when we been knocked down
Hey oh
We're comin' 'round again, who knows when?
So until then
We'll fly like the white birds
And all that we'll say are the right words
We'll dream our dreams for all they're worth
And come back to earth
Hey hey
If You Were Here
Artist(s): Biff Scarborough
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
1950s, 1960s, 1970s, Blues, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Carefree, Casual, Delta Blues, Down Home, Earthy, Exuberant, Familiar, Free, Friendly, Good Natured, Heart Felt, Homey, Innocent, Intimate, Introspective, Inviting, Natural, Old Time, Organic, Passionate, Playful, Porch, Relationship, Roots, Sentimental, Simple, Sincere, Soothing, Vintage, Warm, Welcoming, Whimsical
Instruments:
Acoustic Bass, Acoustic Bass, Acoustic Bass, Dobro, Guitar, Harmonica, Harmonica, Mandolin, Solo Acoustic Guitar, Stomp Board
BPM:
120
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
If You Were Here
If you were here right now with me
This cloud would move on so I could see
Comfort and light are coming near
I'd like it better if you were here
Like a scarecrow out in the blowing wind
I'm like a scarecrow out in the blowing wind
You would call my name. You'd ease my fears
I would be home free if you were here
Hum
Got the scarecrow blues in the howling wind
I got the scarecrow blues in the howling wind
You would make them blues all disappear
Things would be different if you were here
Hum
Every Road Leads Me Back Home To You
Artist(s): Eric K
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Alternative, Alternative Country, Blues Rock, Indie Americana, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Retro Rock, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Bittersweet, Celebratory, Complex, Earthy, Fun, Happy, Heartfelt, Homecoming, Longing, Lucky, Organic, Perseverance, Positive, Reflective, Relationship, Reunion, Rousing, Searching, Sincere, Upbeat, Warm, Yearning
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Acoustic-Electric Bass, Drums, Electric Organ, Guitar, Harmonica
BPM:
120
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Every Road Leads Me Back Home To You
EVERY ROAD LEADS ME BACK HOME TO YOU
VERSE 1
I was twistin' and turnin'
I was around the bend
Ridin' that ride
Like it would never end
REFRAIN 1
I was blind but now I see
I learned a thing or two
Now every road
Leads me back home to you
VERSE 2
Look at those winds
Look at that pounding sea
I'm counting the minutes
To be in your company
REFRAIN 2
I'm movin' left I'm movin' right
I'm gonna make it through
'Cause every road
Leads me back home to you
VERSE 3
Light up a candle
Set it where I can see
There's only one place
Will ever be right for me
REFRAIN 3
When I get you in my arms
I'm gonna stick like glue
Every road
Leads me back home to you
Mrs. Brown
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, Harmonica, Slide Guitar
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mrs. Brown
Mrs. Brown
Take that horse pill and shoot it right down
Get so high you might lift off the ground
But don't you come calling when you need to come down
No I can't take that old Mrs. Brown
Go out walkin' alone by yourself
I know you'll find someone who thinks they can help
But they will just bag you and put you on a shelf
No you can't trust that old Mrs. Brown
Hey I don't mean to pry
But it looks like you're slipping back now
And I won't hide if you decide
But I won't let you pull me back now
Fire started late Saturday night
You didn't remember that whiskey would light
Oh but as you went down you would laugh with delight
That you can't trust that old Mrs. Brown
Can't trust that old Mrs. Brown
Long White Dress
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, Memphis, 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
BPM:
122
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Long White Dress
Long White Dress
Come on back from Memphis, come on back to me I know it's too cold way up north but it's where I'm supposed to be I said now come on darling, come back to your man I said no long white dress is gonna make you understand
Come on back now darling, come on back to me Get right on that midnight train, from Memphis, Tennessee I said I know that you're out there looking for some higher ground But if your momma hasn't taught you girl you should of learned a bit by now
Don't wait 'til tomorrow, I need you today The telephone's been a ringing girl but I can't hear what you say I said I know that you're out there looking for a little more And if you don't come around I'm gonna camp right outside your door
Come on back from Memphis, come on back to me I know it's too cold way up north but it's where I'm supposed to be I said now come on darling, come back to your man I said no long white dress is gonna make you understand
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
Spring Fling
Artist(s): Ethan Okamura
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Writer(s):
Ethan Okamura (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Folk
Subcategories:
Acoustic, Americana, Indie Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Advertising, Airy, Back Porch, Background, Breezy, Carefree, Cheerful, Earthy, Farmer's Market, Feel Good, Friendship, Fun, Happy, Heartwarming, Hopeful, Laid Back, Nature, Oohs and Aahs, Organic, Playful, Promo, Rootsy, Sweet, Vocalisms
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Kick Drum, Mandolin, Shaker, Tambourine, Ukulele
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
112
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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
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
Here's Where I Shine
Artist(s): Paul Otten
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Writer(s):
Dean Brantley Taylor (ASCAP) 50% / Gregg Mandel (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Folk
Subcategories:
Acoustic, Americana, Country Folk, Group Vocal, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Advertisement, Airy, Cheerful, Cheery, Confident, Dreams, Family, Freedom, Friendship, Fun, Glee, Glowing, Happy, Hopeful, Inspirational, Joyful, Kids, Motivational, Optimistic, Organic, Playful, Positive, Promo, Satisfied, Success, Sunny, Sweet, Travel Channel, Upbeat, Uplifting
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Percussion, Piano, Shaker, Tambourine, Ukulele
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
83
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Here's Where I Shine
Stumbling, searching for love in the night
Getting in deep, dark and lost, friendship so hard to find
Needing illumination for my line of sight
I happen on this glowing place and plug in to its light
Here's where I shine, here's where I shine
Hope flashing big and bright, thoughts energized
Heart beam lit far and wide, beautiful way up high
Everyone knows it's mine, here's where I shine
Radiant happy daydreams come to life
I'm magically inhabiting visions from my mind
They get a transformation to reality
Like I'm vividly projected on a living movie screen
I'm a star to be seen
Here's where I shine, here's where I shine
Hope flashing big and bright, thoughts energized
Heart beam lit far and wide, beautiful way up high
Everyone knows it's mine, here's where I shine
The people here electrify, they make me shine
Like a spotlight, like a neon sign
Like the sun and the fireflies, I shine, I shine
This is my place, this is my time
Here's where I shine, here's where I shine
Hope flashing big and bright, thoughts energized
Heart beam lit far and wide, beautiful way up high
Dazzling, it's mine, here's where I shine
Here's where I shine, here's where I shine
Hope flashing big and bright, thoughts energized
Heart beam lit far and wide, beautiful way up high
Dazzling, it's mine, here's where I shine
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...
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.....
Sometimes
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, Alternative Country, Americana, Ballad, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
114
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sometimes
Sometimes
Is it all that you wanted? Is it all that you deserve?
'Cause you're not newly broken hearted, funny how it still hurts
I'd like to see you if you come back around
I'd like to see you show yourself in town
I'd like to see you sometime sometime
Do you go back to those pastures? Where you first gave it away?
Do you paint your disappointment? Are you gonna make it pay?
I'd like to see you if you come back around
I'd like to see you show your stuff in town
I'd like to see you sometime sometime
I don't know what you're thinking. I don't know where you go
It's not my fault, it's not my problem, but I wanted you to know
I still miss you sometimes sometimes
I'd like to see you sometime sometime
Pray For Rain
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, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums
BPM:
119
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pray For Rain
Pray For Rain
I know a man
His name is John
He works hard and he works long
He gets up early every day
Tends the cattle and he hauls the hay
Goes to church most every Sunday
On the same pews where his Daddy prayed
He gets down on his knees
And Lord he prays, Lord he prays
He prays for rain
'Cause it's been dry, most every day
Of this long summer and Lord there's been pain
All through this valley and on our plain
His wife is angry cause the bills aren't paid
So he walk down to his dried out river bed
And Lord he prays, Lord he prays
He prays for rain
Lord he prays, Lord he prays
He prays for rain
Old Car
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, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Old Car, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Harmonica
BPM:
107
Key:
E
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Old Car
Old Car
Got me an old car, so I don't get out that far
I love my old car, love my old car
And I think she loves me, I think she loves me She loves me
Got this dumpy little small town bar
They sit me in the corner and let me strum on my guitar
I keep my eyes closed, keep my eyes closed
That way no one knows, where my mind goes
And she loves me
Don't you want that brass ring?
So you could have all those things?
All you got's a cheap little pawnshop wedding ring
Just a cheap little pawnshop wedding ring
But I got everything, I got everything
She loves me
Think I'll keep this old car, I don't really need to get out all that far
I'll keep my eyes closed, driving with my eyes closed
That way no one knows, when I come and go
And she loves me
She loves me...
Last Call
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, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Dark, Depression, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Heartland, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar
BPM:
118
Key:
D
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Last Call
Last Call
What went wrong with your Rock-n-Roll? Did it tear you down? Take a toll?
The neon girls and the alcohol
Out all night
Last call
Yeah she's the prettiest girl in town, but she always runs you down, late at night when you're not around.
And she's got the tattooed ankle, she's got the tattooed ass, she's always laughing, Lord I think she's on the grass.
But what went wrong with your Rock-n-Roll? Did she take your heart? Did you lose control?
'Cause I remember those nights, with you under the lights, you tore our hearts out and you laughed with delight.
With your sweat running down, cigarette butts on the ground, you were magic when you moved to the sound.
Now you just hide yourself away, with nothing new to say, you leave us hanging with these whiskey clichés.
And that's the worst way to be, 'cause everyday it's all we see, while we're swimming 'round in mediocrity.
But I remember those nights, with you under the lights, yeah you were smiling you can't deny you had it right.
Crazy dancing all around, the chaos coming down, yeah you were magic when we moved to the sound.
So what went wrong with your Rock-n-Roll? Did it tear you down? Take a toll?
Kin
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, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Family, 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:
111
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kin
Kin
Bad wind blowing, it scratches the skin
Can't take the high road, it's washed out again
Nineteen years old girl, covered in sin
You left on your own, now you can't get back in
Momma poor momma been cryin' for days
Poppa's just drinking, he won't mention your name
Preacher won't talk now to sister and me
Can't let you fall out of the family tree
How long will you stay away? Could we hope for tomorrow?
Would you come back today?
Down home but not in touch with your kin
You left on your own, now you can't get back in
Bad wind blowing, it scratches the skin
Can't take the high road, it's washed out again
Nineteen years old girl, covered in sin
You left on your own, now you can't get back in
Momma poor momma just sits by the grave
Poppa won't mention this mess that you made
Preacher won't talk now to sister and me
Can't let you fall out of the family tree
Hell's Kitchen
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:
Alt Country, Alternative Americana, Alternative Country, Country, Male Vocal, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter, Southern Rock
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, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM:
60
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hell's Kitchen
Hell's Kitchen
Well I see you on the bleachers there you're wonderin' if you should
Cause you spent your lifetime thinkin', you were always up to good
But now your days are older and you start to have some doubts
'Cause you've seen them walkin' in, but there ain't no one gettin' out
If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't need to make a fuss
'Cause there's always work for hire, lots of tables here to bus
Like that shady politician who's made lifetimes of despair
Now he sits there in the corner losing all his hair
Or the woman at the side booth she ain't got no mouth at all
'Cause she spent her days a lyin' up till her final curtain call
If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't really need a name
'Cause the waitress won't take credit but you'll ask her just the same
So stay there on your bleachers keep on wonderin' if you should
It's alright to spend your lifetimes thinkin' you were only good
And so your days get longer and you start to have some doubts
'Cause you've seen them walkin' in but there ain't no one gettin' out
If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't need to make a fuss
'Cause there's always work for hire and lots of tables here to bus
Like the man there on the floor, well he's been cheatin' all his life
Now the only thing he sees is the woman he called wife
Or the boy that sits there between us smoking gun still in his hand
Well he took his momma's life, he said she'd never understand
If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't really need a name
Cause the waitress won't take credit but you'll ask her just the same.
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
Fly On The Wall
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
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Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Defiant, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Harmonies, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Midwest, Moody, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
86
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fly On The Wall
Can I help it if your skin don't fit you right?
Can I help it if you're frozen inside?
Can I help it if you're never gonna be like the ones always outside smiling
Like they're on TV?
Can I help it if your Dad don't treat you right?
Can I help it if he stays out all night?
Can I help it if you're never gonna see all those places you go off to when you're dreaming?
I watch you stumble, then I watch you fall
You come up screaming, that I don't care at all
But you never ask me to leave
No, you're rather have me around
Like some fly on the wall
So can I help it if your skin don't fit you right?
Can I help it if you're frozen inside?
Can I help it if you're never gonna be like the ones always outside smiling
Like they're on TV?
Can I help it if your Mom don't treat you right?
Can I help it if she don't tuck you in at night?
Can I help it if you're never gonna see all those places you go off to when you're dreaming?
Draw The Line
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Female Vocal, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Assurance, Back Porch, Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Dreamy, Drifter, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Lost, Love, Marriage, Midwest, Partner, Railroad, Relationship, Roadhouse, Romantic, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Sincere, Soulful, Southern, Support, Swamp, Sweet, Together, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
117
Key:
D
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Draw The Line
Well I don't know how to look, and I don't know how to be
But my knees go to quaking when her eyes are on me
Though I know this can't be right, heaven knows that I can't hide
From these thoughts of her that keep running through my mind
She just says darlin' don't you worry, you're doing just fine
And we'll know when and where to draw the line
So the music just keeps playing, but things aren't quite the way they seem
I lost myself there somewhere in between
Now I don't know where to go, and I don't know what to say
I conquer my fear then my tongue gets in the way
And maybe it's bad timing, we'll write it off to twist of fate
But once she's in your mind man it's too late
She just says darlin' don't you worry, you're doing just fine
And we'll know when and where to draw the line
So that music just keeps playing, but things aren't quite the way they seem
I lost myself there somewhere in between
Well I don't know how to look, and I don't know how to be
But my knees go to quaking when her eyes are on me
Though I know this can't be right, heaven knows that I can't hide
From these thoughts of her that keep running through my mind
She just says darlin' don't you worry, you're doing just fine
And we'll know when and where to draw the line
So that music just keeps playing, but things aren't quite the way they seem
I lost myself there somewhere in between
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