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Friday Night
02:58
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Another rainy Sunday night, I hope for the best
Got a pocketful of worries and a pain in my chest
The mourning dogs are barking as the garbage trucks pass
Soon I‘ll get that Monday morning kick in the ass
Until then, I’ll try to get through
And all night I’ll dream about you
Friday night, all the kids are screamin
Friday night lil Suzie’s dreamin bout Friday night
It’s all that I got when I gotta get through
Tuesday night fights that I can hear from my room
Wednesday morning tedium and lunchtime at noon
Thursday’s filled with promise and hope for the past
Friday’s expectation’s it’s the weekend at last
Until then, I try to get through
And all night, I dream about you.
Friday night, all the kids are screamin
Friday night lil Suzie’s dreamin bout Friday night
It’s all that I got when I gotta get through
Wondering where you been to when I’ll see your lil face again
Contemplatin all those changing faces in to the wind…
Friday night
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2. |
The Way You Live
03:53
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Walkin down the street a little shuffle to my feet
No one I wanna meet and that garbage sure smells sweet today
So I hum a little tune bout that perfect day last June
When the rains came and washed my sins away
I felt like a reborn messiah who couldn't get no higher
Than the city's breathin in my face that day
Yeah all my problems fell away from me
Like on that road to Galilee except when I got there all was not as planned
Gethsemane looked like shit and there was nowhere left to sit
Because the Christians had decided to parade
I don't like the way you live and I got less than you to give
Don't give a fuck about your rational excuses
I got a million ways to orchestrate my self abuses
Sittin in my room and I'm still hummin on that tune
The moon makes me think all kinda crazy things
So I gather up my ghosts, who I cherish more than most
And we make a solemn toast to the one they call the host
Father, son and holy ghost, it's always you that I liked most
Priest he makes his toast and the wine it turns to blood
And my mouth becomes the host
Cause I don't like the way you live and I got less than you to give
Don't give a fuck about your rational excuses
I got a million ways to orchestrate my self abuses
First you tell me this: You know what's in my head
And next you tell me that I'd be much better off instead
Of causin all this trouble and startin all this shit
I should learn to sit right back down and learn to swallow it
So I said, please excuse me sir. Pardon me Ma'am
I don't like what I'm hearin and I just don't give a damn
About the way you think, your silly way of life
Well I don't care about your husband so go fuck your perfect wife
Cause I don't like the way you live and I got less than you to give
Don't give a fuck about your rational excuses
I got a million ways to incorporate my self abuses and you ain't one
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3. |
Guthrie
02:29
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Well somewhere in the summertime in 1993
Bought a big ol chevy van, eight other guys and me
Ran around to a bunch o towns, hit a couple o bad ones too
And I kept em all inside of me, until I knew just what to do
I got to change my name to Guthrie and the writing’s on the wall
Change my name to Guthrie yeah and I won’t feel so small
Change my name to Guthrie grab this whole world by the balls
Change my name to Guthrie, tho no one would really care too much at all
Right around the same time, I moved to Brooklyntowne
Found a brand new playground where I could mess around
I spent a lotta nights walkin 42nd street, ya know sometimes I got lucky
But most times I got beat
That’s why I gotta change my name to Guthrie and the writing’s on the wall
Change my name to Guthrie yeah and I won’t feel so small
Change my name to Guthrie grab this whole world by the balls
Change my name to Guthrie, tho no one would really care too much at all.
Well Woody wrote a song about the great Grand Coulee Dam
Sung it to the workers all across this land
Now I ain’t even qualified to sing about Afganistan
So I came up with this plan...
And it ain’t half assed bad, right?
Said I got to change my name to Guthrie and the writing’s on the wall
Change my name to Guthrie yeah and I won’t feel so small
Change my name to Guthrie grab this whole world by the balls
Change my name to Guthrie, tho no one would really care too much at all
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4. |
The Innocents
04:40
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Mace is on the corner sellin dreams for a quarter
It’s a dime for a dozen and a nickel for your thoughts
He’s got an old suede jacket and a black slouch hat
Like a pawn shop bellhop he like’s it like that
Oh oh oh
And Danno did his time for a juvenile crime
And now he’s tryna put it all together one last time
I seen him walk on water, seen the fire in his eyes
And he left em all in stitches while his insides cried
Oh oh oh
Billy thinks he’s suicidal and John is seeing things
Brian’s reading all the blood signs and I’m waitin in the wings
For my chance to blow it all wide open, tear this world apart
Don’t care if you got vision, as long as you got heart, and I say
Oh oh oh
And Danno did his time for a juvenile crime
And now he’s tryna put it all together one last time
I seen him walk on water, seen the fire in his eyes
And he left em all in stitches while his insides cried
Oh oh oh
Well my Uncle Charlie lived in Texas and that’s a far aways away from me
Ya know I visited him twice in prison and one time when he was free
I used to have these dreams about him, that they would let him out to visit me
And then I’d wake up with a funny feeling, like somehow he was next to me
Now I know that he’s done alotta bad things, like his head was split into three:
One of em was Uncle Charlie, two’s the devil and the 3rd one’s me
All the men in the jail ain’t innocent
And all the people on the street they ain’t free
Theres a lil bit o crime in every young man’s heart
Take a look in his eyes and you’ll see
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The Deacons Brooklyn, New York
Brooklyn based miscreants...been around in one form or another since 1997.
Current
configuration:
Rich Stremme: Vocals, Guitar
Michael LoPorto: Drums, Backing Vocals
Al Pist Ouimet: Bass, Backing Vocals
Mike Farrelly: Guitar
Ken Cushen: Piano, Backing Vocals
Floyd Griffen: Slide Guitar
... more
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