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In the age of Cazzie Russell
She walked down to the River Rouge.
She dropped her bag in the water thinkin’
It was a a hard kiss to get to
A hard kiss to get to
It was a hard kiss to get to
But it was a good hard kiss.
From time to timeshe had to recall
The kitchen table under the light.
Where her mother cried and cried.
Wailing all night.
Wailing all night long
Wailing all night
The night Sam Cooke died.
They woke up.... on that Michigan bed.
On that motel bed covered in blood
They stole out the back door
And rode away laughin
AAnd rode away laughin
And rode away
Driving north to paradise
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danse les macher
04:53
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cool down here
04:06
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Oh its cool down here down by the wall down by the sand
Unto your face she lays here hand saying
Oh its cool down here down here yea its cool down here
Oh its cool down here take up the slack down by the wire
She puts your hand into the fire saying
Oh its cool down here down here yea its cool down here
Oh its cool down here you hear a noise a voice at your back
They pull you up they pull you back saying
Oh its cool down here down here yea its cool down here
Yea its cool down here your walking slow into the night
Wind on your face wind on your right
Oh its cool down here down here yea its cool down here
You move your hand you wave her down
She runs at you, you turn around thinking
Oh its cool down here down here yea its cool down here
Yea its cool down here you walk with her take off your shirt
Up from the wall up from the dirt forgetting
Oh its cool down here down here yea its cool down here
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left handed man
04:58
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You stand on your porch, and you look down the wind.
First you lean on the rail then you walk back in
Move through the kitchen with your sugar in your hand
And sift through the things of your left handed man.
left handed man, rattling around
the curse in your mouth thorn in your crown
withering shame written in sand
out of the past He's your left handed man
out of the past He's your left handed man
Out in his car with the radio low
The stars are hot and your eyes are slow
To look down on your hem and smooth your dress with your hand:
They're the left over things of your second hand man
left handed man, rattling around
the curse in your mouth thorn in your crown
withering shame written in sand
out of the past He's your left handed man
out of the past He's your left handed man
In the back of your farm in the middle of the pond
on your waterlogged raft you float like a swan
blessed and alone in no man's land
out of the reach of your left-handed man
He's your left handed man, rattling around
the dark in your mouth the ghost in this town
He's your withering shame written in sand
out of the past He's your left handed man
out of the past He's your left handed man
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lowdown on the blowdown
03:27
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danse les negres
04:45
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saint sebastian
04:54
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When the arrow pierces you
The arrow pierces me
I will stand behind you
Like Saint Sebastian’s tree
It’s like an ancient planet wandering,
A long unbroken vow.
I will stand behind you,
At least for now.
The river rolls around your foot
And flows out to the sea.
The sun’s a little thing,
Laying at your knee.
Chorus
You lie down on the floor
I lean against the wall
A black pool opens up
You begin to fall
I look across the alley
And put my hand upon your head
Awake you touch the sleep
Asleep you touch the dead.
Chorus
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Put on your blue sharkskin pants
Tie up those black pointy shoes
Slide in your beat up little car
Take a turn around the town
Go pick up your little girl
Cause man that girl can dance
Pull into that gas station on the corner
Buy your chicken on the fly
Set it right down in her lap
Grab that steamy chicken thigh
Dig down deep in that box of chicken
Oh man that girl can dance
Turn that new age shit off the radio
just grab the dial and give a spin
leave those linen girls behind
find some trouble and drive right in
take a bite of that nasty chicken
watch that little girl start to spin
don't worry about wall street finance
dont fall into a hypnotic trance
just enjoy that fisheye sideglance
you might as well take the chance
its a gas station chicken dinner romance
mm mmm mmm mmm
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st james infirmary
09:27
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leo crandall Syracuse, New York
I am a singer/songwriter/composer. I play the requinto, cello and guitar. I have toured Africa sponsored by the State Dept., nominated for Australia’s Bluestar Award, charted #14 nationally in Roots and Blues, received a Meet the Composer Grant. I have composed film scores, dance scores, theater music and ambient sound for installations. My music has been heard all over the world. ... more
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