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Brooklyn Towne
01:51
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In the company of dogs misspent on a wind worn Friday night
The old gray men in worm wood boardwalk bars, they drink til the first daylight
Of morning breaks across the iron sea and wakes John Hall from reveries
Of ships and sails and fac’try tales of my old Brooklyn Towne.
Chorus:
From the navy yards to boardwalk bars
Steel bridge to iron sea
We’re Brooklyn bound
Our feet nailed down
To the course of history
Oh the rich man made his fortune on the backs of the swift and strong
When a poor man asks for a bite to eat, they tell him that he’s wrong
Go take your shovel into your hand, go out and work for me
Die or live you’ve got nothing to give to a poor man’s family.
(chorus)
On every crooked corner, we’ve got a crooked cop
For every mess he leaves behind it’s us they hand the mop
Small freedoms cost us dignity so raise your hand in victory
Our pride is still our loyalty to the ghosts or Brooklyn Towne.
(chorus)
…so Fuck You let me be…
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2. |
Quittin' Time
02:25
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I seen him just the other day.
I tried to smile but had to say:
Hey man, just where’d it all go wrong?
Looking back it just don’t seem so long ago.
I can see you every Friday night.
Dressed neat and finished every fight you had.
Half lit on the D train going home.
Swore to yourself that you’d never feel so alone again
You gotta
Chorus:
Keep your head held high.
Keep the fire in your eyes.
Keep your head held high.
Don’t let the spirit die.
“Back to jail” the judge he said.
He just can’t seem to see what’s going on inside your head.
And now you can tell it’s quitting time.
Forward backwards backwards forwards every fucking time
(chorus)
I’ll show you how, you tell me when, it’ll all be OK then.
I’ll show you how, you tell me when, it’ll all be alright then.
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3. |
Twenty Nine
02:20
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I’m 29, I won’t be for long
On a midnight train I wrote this song
Feels so good to end up alone
Headed back to the place I call my home.
Well I made some friends in Boston
And that’s what its all about
Here’s to Sammy and Bobby
And Danno and Brian
And too many more to count
If ya follow what I’m sayin’
Then here’s whatcha gotta do
Put your fuckin' hands together
Cause this ones just for you.
Chorus:
Warm beer, cold nights
Good friends, no fights
All songs been sung
And for just a couple of hours
I feel young.
Ya know I’m 29, I won’t be for long
On a midnight train I wrote this song
Feels so good to end up alone
Headed back to the place I call my home
Well I made some friends in England
That’s what it’s all about
Here’s to Rocco, Les, Matty and Jason
And too many more to count
If ya follow what I’m sayin’
Then here’s whatcha gotta do
Put your fuckin' hands together right now
Cause this ones just for you.
(chorus)
Ya know I’m 29, I won’t be for long
On a midnight train I wrote this song
Feels so good to end up alone
Headed back to the place I call my home.
Well I made some friends in Brooklyn
And that’s what it’s all about….GO BROOKLYN
Here’s to Revs and Roni and Stephen and Sandy
And too many more to count
If ya follow what I’m sayin’
Then here’s whatcha gotta do
Put your fuckin' hands together right now
Cause this ones just for you.
(chorus)
I feel young.
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4. |
Of My Father
03:07
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My daddy never drank or gambled
And no he wasn’t a union man
He don’t care too much for politics
And behind his words he’ll stand
Well he taught me to defend myself
Ya know he showed me right from wrong
He said aim for the nose and speak from the heart
And be man enough to admit it when you’re wrong.
And he looked me right in the eyes
So you could tell which words were lies
And when he walked away
He kept his head held high.
Chorus:
This is the song of my father
Cause I am my father’s son
Sometimes the only songs worth singing
Are the ones that already been sung.
Ya know I watched it while it happened
They tried to grind him down
My mother cried and my father sighed
And I didn’t make a sound.
The bosses said you’re an old man now
But this job ain’t right for you
We got younger and stronger
We don’t need you no longer
We’re just doing what we gotta do.
And they looked him right in the eyes
You could tell which words were lies
When he walked away
He kept his head held high.
(chorus)
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5. |
Don't Need A Reason
01:32
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Cut.
I can feel it walkin' down the block
Like when I’m movin' movin' movin' I just cant stop
I got everybody tellin' me its time to go
I’m just getting started with my one man show
Ya know I don’t need a reason
Cause it all makes sense to me
I got it all this time.
The boss is shoutin' out a window from a Buick radio
And he’s howling bout a Jersey girl named little Barbie Jo
And she’s got no time for corner boys or preachers in disguise
Who cares she might be fulla shit the music's in her eyes
I don’t need a reason
Cause it all makes sense to me
I got it all this time its mine.
Old lady bag lady beggar man or not
You gotta whole lotta nothin' and a little bit a lot
Somebody sang that whatcha give is whatcha get
But I say steal it from the rich man’s hand
And let the fuckers beg
I don’t need a reason
Cause it all makes sense to me
I got it all this time
This time I’m gonna lose my mind
I get built up just to get knocked down
I get wound up just to get let down
I get fucked up just so I can come down
Beat myself up just so I can throw down and beat down and burn down.
(I got my own reasons.)
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6. |
Callin' Out
02:00
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Sick and tired I count the days this cop out bullshit junk rock craze will pave the way for something more SELL OUT PUNK YOU AIN’T HARCORE. Try real hard at fittin' in you’re spiky hair your lipstick grin I scream I cry I moan I shout once last time I’m callin' out.
Now I ain’t reminiscin' bout some glory days I’m missin' cause the past is in the past and I know nothin' good will last. I’m sayin what I’m sayin and this time I’m really prayin' that my whispers make a shout and someone hears me callin' out.
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7. |
Raise Your Hand
02:18
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Step to the left and step to the right and then get back in line.
Always know your rank and file and we’ll get along just fine (fuck you)
If you think my way and act my way, there’ll be big things for you.
To hell with your mothers and your fathers and your brothers ‘cause now your gig is through.
Chorus:
Raise your hand for your nation
Raise your hand for being free
Raise your hand for all those stars and stripes all shinin' down on me
Raise your hand for your nation
Raise your hand for being true
Raise your hand and thank God it isn’t you.
I knew a paper soldier boy I used to know back when
Once he was a friend of mine, he used to be my friend (sellout)
He’s got his job his bills his wife his kids are on the way
If you ask me he was doing better way back in the day.
(chorus)
This land was built on money and this land was built on blood
If you ask me to stand up and fight I don’t know if I would
My pride is in my dignity my pride is in my will
And just as far as I’m concerned the world can go to hell.
(chorus)
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8. |
Paper Soldier
02:26
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Well I knew a paper soldier boy cut finely outta wood
He started out with plastic guns intentions well and good ya know
And as the years passed by it seems he played the part so well
He wrapped himself in stars and stripes, the rest could go to hell
And he said I know what’s right, and it ain’t you.
And then I met a man while scrubbin' pots with a face I’d seen before
For every story I could tell ya know he had a hundred more
Old Irish Joe had nothing left not home nor job nor wife
Three people at the welfare wake to finally end his life.
Mister please, can you spare a dime?
My God, why’d it go so wrong?
Why can’t you see it through?
Mock’ry of a country that’s more red and white than blue.
My God, my mother’s cryin'
She ain’t the only one
Only question left to ask is ain’t we all your sons?
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9. |
I Feel Fine
01:21
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Get up outta bed with a tune that’s in your head
And you join the walkin' dead that said I feel fine
Gotta go to work just another subway jerk and
I just kinda smirk because I feel fine.
Back out on the street…I feel fine.
See your suit and tie but you can’t see the lie
So I just walk on by and sing I feel fine
I know your politics all those dirty little tricks
Of the money grubbin' pricks ya know I feel fine.
Back out on the street…I feel fine.
I take my time I feel.
People to the left I got people to the right
I got motherfuckers tellin' me you ain’t alright
(I ain’t alright.)
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10. |
The Time Is Right
02:06
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The time is right to take your stand
Ya know you’re right when nobody else understands
The time is right to stake your claim
Just gather force and take your aim.
The time is right now.
The time is right today.
Your teachers told ya back in school
Just stand in line you’re just another fool
But you figured out that something’s wrong
Cause in your heart you sang a different song
Oh what went wrong with you?
The time is right now.
The time is right today.
You thought you’d figure out the puzzle
You’d claim the prize without the fight
Now every day is like a struggle
And all your dreams don’t seem so bright.
The time is right now.
The time is right today.
Now is the time to take your stand
You must be right cause nobody else understands
And you figured out what it all means
Ain’t one damn thing in life that’s worth half your dreams
That’s why I scream.
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11. |
Only In America
04:48
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Well the rich man’s got his money.
And the poor man’s got his sin
The young man’s got his women
And the old man’s got his gin.
I said the white man’s got his burden
And the black man’s got his race.
Ain’t we all got somethin'
To keep us in our place?
Try to get ahead
Join the living dead
Don the suit and tie
And work until I die (gotta have it)
Chorus:
All for one and one for all
And nobody gives a damn
Saw all my heroes fall
And never rise again
All for one and one for all
Ya gotta get it while you can
Might be the joke of the great white hope
But who’s the better man?
Sweatin' on the street
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The Deacons Brooklyn, New York
Brooklyn based miscreants...been around in one form or another since 1997.
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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
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